The newspaper office was noisy, completely different from the solemnity and solemnity imagined. People came and went in a hurry.

The three officials, who were usually held high by others, didn't think there was any problem at all. The piles of paper piled everywhere not only did not make them feel messy, but actually found them quite interesting.

I heard that the "Chaobao" not only made the business of several printing workshops in the city prosperous, but also made the paper industry prosperous. It is not just a lie that tens of thousands of sheets of paper are needed every five days.

"Old sir, am I okay?"

Mr. Huang, who was not yet forty years old, sat upright and waited for the old man to put away his pen before he spoke, "If you are not satisfied, do you need me to go back and change my clothes and do it again?"

The old man said cheerfully, "Master Huang is elegant and handsome. If there is anything wrong with him, it can only be due to the old man's poor skills."

Mr. Huang stood up and took a look, his face suddenly beamed with joy, "The old gentleman really has superb painting skills."

Fu Youxian also stepped forward, and then said with admiration, "Old Master, your technique is really superb. Master Huang's portrait is of a jade tree facing the wind."

"Hahahaha~~~" Mr. Huang smiled proudly. He suddenly stopped in the middle of his smile, raised his hands and asked: "I think the old gentleman must also be a master of painting. I wonder where his house is?"

Fu Youxian looked smug, straightened his back, and said with a smile: "This old man is the father of General Wen Da. Because of his unique painting skills, King Annan personally went to the mansion to invite him to paint for the newspaper. Last time King

The portrait of your Excellency was painted by the old man."

I never expected that the old man who had always had a very low sense of presence would now become famous, and finally met Bole in his sixties.

The two adults were immediately shocked. The portrait master who everyone was speculating about was actually the father of General Wen Da?

No wonder I haven't heard of it. Who would have thought of it?

The two of them bowed their hands and said, "Well, old master."

The old man quickly turned aside and said, "You can't do it, please stop being polite."

The old man felt proud and sour at the same time, and he wanted to cry again.

Oops, he is becoming more and more tough and successful. Even his granddaughter said that his success is just around the corner, which is so comfortable.

On the second floor of the newspaper office, Fu Li was giving a simple training to the five people standing in front of him. As soon as the recruitment notice for the newspaper office came out, all parties came to help, and there were a lot of people who signed up. In order to reduce the trouble, Hua Jingyun quickly

The speed was set by five people.

One of them was recommended by the eldest prince, King Anbei, one was recommended by the second prince, and the remaining three were selected by him from the registration list.

These five people originally thought that they would work under Hua Jingyun in the future, but they found out that it was Fu Li, and they were greatly disappointed. Fortunately, Hua Jingyun gave Fu Li urgent training and started a small stove, which made him look like the current one.

With ease.

After simple training, these five people started working without certificates the next day, and the pressure on the newspaper office was greatly reduced.

As soon as the news came out, those concerned people could only sigh in the wind...

When the new issue of the newspaper came out, Fu Youxian and the other three were extremely satisfied when they saw the majestic and handsome self in the painting. It was finally their turn to be the face of the imperial court.

The old man's reputation spread like wildfire. The belated clerk looked at the portrait in the newspaper without saying a word for a long time. Suddenly, he felt panicked and said to Wen Lingxiao: "Mianmian is right. Both you and me, father and son.

You have neglected your grandfather so much. As his son, I didn’t even know he had such skills."

Wen Lingxiao said that her grandmother was strong and her grandfather was weak. Who in the family knew that her grandmother did not want to see her grandfather? For the sake of peace in the family, but actually for fear of trouble, everyone chose to ignore her grandfather. It can be said that apart from having dinner together at night, they would not meet her at other times.

I would never think of going to pay my respects to my grandfather.

"We go to Hanyuan every day to pay our respects to my grandmother, but I have never gone to pay my respects to my grandfather. I'm afraid my grandfather is not feeling well, right?"

"No wonder my sister said that we all ostracized my grandfather."

How does it feel to be the most respected person in the house but to be ignored by everyone all the time?

The clerk reluctantly put down the newspaper and sighed heavily. Many memories suddenly came to his mind. After a while, he said: "Your grandfather was also very good to me when I was young..."

That night, when the old man came back from his work at the newspaper office, Wang Qing, the chief steward who was guarding the door, invited him to the pavilion in the garden.

In the hot August, even the night wind carries the residual warmth of the day. The faint fragrance of cinnamon lingers in the courtyard. The bright stars are shining overhead, and the disk-sized moon hangs in the middle. The moonlight shining in the courtyard is like a layer of white frost.

, bringing a touch of quiet coolness.

Seeing someone coming, the clerk was inexplicably nervous and timid, "Father."

The old man looked around, not knowing why, "But is there something wrong?"

The clerk smiled slightly, "I just suddenly remembered that I haven't had a drink with my father yet. The moonlight is just right tonight, so I want to have a drink with my father."

The old man became nervous and thought about it quickly. He had been busy recently and really didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, no, he was too busy to lead Mianmian to practice calligraphy.

Seeing the panic on the old man's face, Wen Wen Mian felt even more uncomfortable. He simply stepped forward to help the old man to the pavilion and said, "The wine tonight is the osmanthus wine brewed last year. It's not strong. I don't know if it will suit your taste."

The stone table in the pavilion had already laid out delicious dishes to go with the wine, and the lanterns illuminated the place brightly. The old man had been hungry for a long time, and he felt even hungrier when he smelled the smell of the roasted goose with sauce.

A roasted goose leg fell into his bowl. The old man rubbed his hands back and forth on the leg twice and said uncomfortably, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."

His son, who had always ignored him, suddenly wanted to have a drink with him, and he felt very flustered.

Wen Shumian smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "My son listened to Mianmian's speech today, saying that an old father covered his stupid son to death before he died, dug a grave with his own hands and buried his son, and then lay on his son's grave before passing away. Listen,

I am so sad to see you."

"It's very sad to think about it. If this stupid son is left alive, I'm afraid the ending will be even more tragic."

"When I heard this, I remembered that when I was a child, I had a high fever and wanted to eat oranges. My mother refused, so my father warmed the oranges in his arms and secretly brought them to me in the middle of the night. I tasted them bit by bit. At that time,

I just think that hot oranges taste great."

The old man slowly relaxed and explained, "The oranges were roasted for a long time and were not very hot. Finally, they were roasted in a charcoal pot."

The clerk smiled reluctantly and raised his small glass, "Thank you very much, son."

The old man also raised his wine glass and said, "How long has it been? Why are you bringing this up? Your mother is still guarding your bed day and night."

The father and son drank it all in one gulp, and seemed to suddenly start talking, "I still remember when I was getting my teeth, I wanted to eat caramel, but my mother refused to give it, so my father secretly gave me a piece, and in the end the caramel stuck to the tooth."

Thinking of that incident, the old man was also happy, "In order to eat caramel in the future, you said you bought it secretly. I have always wanted to ask, why do you like eating caramel so much?"

"Because the candy is sweet, it was too bitter to practice Qigong at that time."

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Chapter completed!