Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 394
Father Guo stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the person in surprise.

This is an imposing young man.

Looking at the face, it is very unusual.

"Father, this is Brother Qin!" Guo Shibao introduced vigorously: "He is amazing, he is a scholar, and he has taught the child a lot of things!"

Father Guo remembered that this was Qin Xiucai who rented their wooden house. He heard from his old wife that he was a very handsome young man, but he married a disfigured wife. The average farmer loves his wife more.

He doesn't pay attention to the scholar's style of a gentleman who cooks far away. On the contrary, he likes to cook very much. He cooks in the Qin family, and his wife doesn't need to be near the stove.

Recalling what the elder son said last night, he followed Brother Qin, so he should be the Qin scholar.

Father Guo invited people to the house and asked Guo Shibao to play with his sister in the yard.

Guo Shibao was happy to accompany his younger sister, but he didn't bother his father and brother Qin to talk.

When the nine brothers of the Guo family rushed back, they saw the tenth brother counting numbers with mung beans with the little sister in the yard.

The little girl can already count to one hundred.

"Brother, little sister can count to one hundred, how clever!"

Guo Dabao smiled brightly, "Little sister is so smart, brother at your age, he can only count to fifty."

"Oh, the smartest girl!" Guo Erbao hugged his younger sister.

And then...Guo Jiajuro completely forgot about Qin Lu...Everyone was counting mung beans with the younger sister with a smile on their faces! ! !
Guo Qibao felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but when he saw the green beans handed over by his younger sister, he forgot again.

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Inside the house, Father Guo took out the good tea that had been hidden for a long time, and said with a kind smile, "This is given to me by the owner of the bookstore. He said it is good tea from Jiangnan. I don't understand it. I just want you to taste it. Didn't fool me."

Qin Lu took the rough pottery bowl, nodded and praised: "It's good tea, it's a good tea."

Hearing this, Father Guo laughed, "It seems that he didn't fool me."

"I have read it." Qin Lu took out the album and sighed, "Uncle, you are a great talent."

Father Guo waved his hand, "I just drew it in my spare time, and I never thought it would be appreciated by a scholar like you."

"Speaking of which, I learned it from my ancestors. Our ancestors left behind martial arts secrets to keep our offspring healthy and benefit future generations. I thought, what can I leave behind after I die? Then I thought about it. People don’t have much to offer, but back then, my family was too poor, and I learned to draw door gods to earn some copper money, and later I became fascinated by painting, and I started painting a picture book. Apart from this craft, I don’t seem to have any other crafts.”

"But how can this thing be passed down? How can we leave something that is beneficial to future generations like the ancestor general did?"

"I heard a storyteller in a teahouse. That person is a good friend of mine. The book he told me would make me draw a picture book. After working together for a long time, I became a friend who talked about everything. I told him that I I want to do something and leave something for future generations, but I find that I have no skills and can't leave anything."

"He happened to be talking about the investigation of the Dali Temple today. He said that the cunning prisoner lied and planted a frame, which caused the honest officials to go to jail. If the people in the Dali Temple could see that the man was lying, they wouldn't hurt a good official. .He said that I can see that people are capable, and if I go to Dali Temple to be an official, I will definitely be able to see that the prisoner is lying."

"The joke at the time, but I listened to it in my heart."

"Thinking about my good eyesight for observing people, I only practiced it after drawing a picture book. Can I draw down the subtle expressions of this person, mark them, and leave them for future generations? I don't expect one of them to enter Dali. People who are officials in the temple come, I only hope that they will be prudent, so that they will not be deceived by villains and be a discerning person."

Hearing this, Qin Lu bowed deeply, "I have learned a lot. I came here this time because I hope my uncle can help me."

(End of this chapter)