"I am young and I love to study, but I am spared from being surrounded by love and love, which is quite like my peers. Only by painting, I know that the business of working together is extremely humiliating! You should give me a deep warning and do not learn this last skill."

This passage comes from the Old Book of Tang, which Yan Liben said. He warned his children and grandchildren not to learn the trick of painting again, so as not to be driven by the king as a servant.

It’s all because His Majesty Li Er is not compassionate enough for his ministers. He summoned Yan Liben to the palace to paint on the whim. He was sweating profusely on the ground and was even teased by his colleagues. Yan Liben felt deeply ashamed and had a warning to his descendants.

The children and grandchildren were very obedient and no one learned the art of painting anymore. As expected, the emperor no longer asked the Yan family to paint. However, the Yan family also declined quickly, and even the unworthy descendants lost their ancestors and became a dilapidated house.

Yan Wei is such a dilapidated house. His father is Yan Liben's youngest son. During his lifetime, he worked as an eighth-rank official in Taichang Temple. He lost his life because of a cold two years ago. The next year, my mother also followed him because of excessive sadness.

阎维作为家中独苗自幼倍受宠爱,没了管束便放荡开来,整日沉溺于花街柳巷,只一年功夫便将尚算丰厚的家产败了个精光,前几天竟还在凤来楼白嫖被人一顿好揍,昏迷了好几天方醒.

But after waking up, Mr. Yan was not normal. He cried and laughed. He climbed onto the roof and pointed at God and scolded him. The neighbors all said that he was evil and finally pulled him off the roof and forced a bowl of boy urine to get it.

Zhang Buer felt that his Alang was not very good at it, and he didn't remember many things, and he kept fiddling at home all day.

Just now, I set up a big pot in the yard early this morning. After setting the fire, I neither put the rice nor the bottom, but I made a pot of sand for him to stir-fry.

Although he was puzzled, Zhang Buer still did as he said, "Alang, when will I fry it, my arms are sore."

Yan Wei frowned and said, "Then don't fry it. Cover the pot and just add more stone carbon to burn it over high heat until it melts... Buer, have you ever heard a sense of slutty?"

Zhang Buer sniffed and nodded and replied, "I smelled it. What came out of the pot was the sand that Alang took from the pile of sand beside the gate? Grandma Liu's grandson often peed on his head."

When talking about Grandma Liu's grandson, Yan Wei immediately felt sour and his handsome face turned distorted. He spat a few mouthfuls on the ground, "From now on, please don't mention Grandma Liu's grandson in front of me. You can burn the fire and I'll go to the house for a rest."

Yan Wei entered the room, tilted his body on Hu's bed, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the roof without blinking. He was thinking in his heart, complaining about why God could not move the timeline forward for sixty or seventy years.

When Yan Wei thought of not being able to fight side by side with His Majesty Li Er, the best partner of the time traveler, he felt regretful. However, when he thought about becoming Li Longji's close comrade-in-arms in the future, Li Linfu's political senior, and Li Du's leader in the poetry world, he felt a little more anticipated.

If you live long enough and you can encounter the Anshi Rebellion, you may even ask him to revive the Tang Dynasty in the stable, hehe...

In the beautiful imagination, Yan Wei fell asleep. He just dreamed of the free life of getting promoted and getting rich, and was awakened by the pungent smell.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw black smoke rolling in the room. Zhang Buer rushed in and shouted: "Alang! It's melted! It's melted!"

"Really!" Yan Wei rushed up from Hu's bed and ran to the stove with black smoke. He saw a hole as big as a fist at the bottom of the pot, and all the sand leaked, extinguishing the vigorous fire.

Zhang Buer pointed to the hole at the bottom of the pot and smiled: "Look, I have already cooked the pot!"

Yan Weijun's face turned into a ball in confusion, "Isn't the glass burning method like this?"

The vendor selling candy and fried chestnuts on the street can definitely answer that he really can't burn out glass.

Bang bang...

Hearing the sound of smashing the door, Zhang Buer hurriedly opened the door. It turned out that the old man Feng, the yard official, came over to ask when he saw the black smoke rolling in the yard thinking it was on fire.

Zhang Buer bowed and replied: "Laofang is asking about it. It's my Lang who is cooking sand. Now the fire has been extinguished and will not affect the neighbors."

Old Feng stretched his head to look into the yard and saw Yan Wei holding a ragged iron pot and staring blankly. "I think your Alang is not so good. This morning, I saw him fiddling with sand by the door with a strange smile on his face, and he kept muttering to make a fortune!"

Zhang Buer sighed and said softly: "I know that Alang doesn't remember many things. I plan to ask Grandma Liu for some boy urine and put it in the porridge to feed him secretly."

Old Feng raised his thumb and praised: "Buer is really a loyal servant. If someone else is 80% going to join another family."

Zhang Buer sighed and said, "It should be, Alang treats me well."

Yan Wei put down the iron pot and touched his croaking stomach, "Don't chat with others, it's noon, let's cook some porridge."

After sending the arch-official officer away, Zhang Buer came back to cook porridge. The only iron pot at home was destroyed, so he found a pottery basin and sat on the stove. He poured all the small amount of corn into the basin and added two more scoops of water.

He held the water in his hand and said, "Alang looked at the fire, I will come back soon after I went out."

"I'll talk about it after dinner!" Yan Wei called Zhang Buer to his side, "I'll ask you what business can make money in Luoyang City?"

Zhang Buer was delighted. This was the most reliable sentence that his own Alang said since his life was alive. "There are too many profitable transactions, and there are many rich people in Luoyang City. No matter what gems, jades, silks and cloths, they can be sold after entering Luoyang City. They are not afraid of being expensive, but they are afraid of being bad. There are not many people who don't make money in the 360 ​​industries. They can earn hundreds of millions of dollars if they set up a stall to buy soup cakes a day."

Seeing Yan Wei's expression was dull, Zhang Buer hurriedly said: "Alang, who is not allowed to sell soup cakes, can't do it!"

"Business is not high or low, and what can support people is a good life. I have a more profitable life in my heart, but I don't have the capital. After dinner, you go to Yashang to find out how much our house can be sold."

"Alang, this house is ancestral property that cannot be sold! There are other valuable treasures in the family, but I'm afraid Alang will not be able to bear it!"

Yan Wei was overjoyed and said, "There are still treasures at home? Where are you hiding!"

"Just under Alang's bed!"

"Let's go! Go and look for it with me!"

Yan Wei pushed Zhang Buer's back into the house. Zhang Buer got under the bed and quickly pulled out a camphor wood box.

This camphor wood box is about two feet square, with complex patterns on it, exuding a faint woody fragrance. The camphor wood box has the effect of moisture-proof and moth-proof. It is specially used by wealthy people to hold valuables. I don’t know how many treasures are placed in such a large box.

Yan Wei couldn't wait to twist the copper lock, but as soon as he lifted the lid of the box, his smile froze. There were no gold, silver and jade artifacts in the box, only red ropes were tied with paper scrolls.

Just for a moment, Yan Wei's smile bloomed again. What's the difference between these masterpieces left by Yan Liben and the box of treasures?

He took a paper roll, untied the red rope on it, and opened a crack with the pilgrimage mentality. Four words "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" appeared on the right side of the scroll.

Yan Liben's paintings mostly depict palace figures, and there are very few such people who tell historical events, and they will probably be even more valuable.

He spread the paper roll completely on the box, and three pictures appeared from right to left. He saw a half-clear-fit man with a beard sitting on his knees on the ground, and a woman lies in front of him without any wisps...

The same is true when I looked at the other two pictures, but the postures were different. Yan Wei couldn't help but sneer, "Hahaha... I didn't expect it to be like this 'three visits to the cottage'!"

He opened all the paper rolls one by one, without exception, with similar content, but the style of painting was different, and it should not be written by the same person.

"Bu Er, these should not be masterpieces left by my grandfather, right?"

Zhang Buer grinned, "Alang, you forgot that you bought these things at a high price in a brothel!"
Chapter completed!