You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 312 You are the closest person to me in this world

Prosperity and decline are indeed destiny.

Soon, the Qing Dynasty, led by the Weitianhou Mansion, began to take action against some of Nanying's old ministers who were powerful and wealthy.

House raids occurred one after another in various places, and those who resisted were beheaded.

It was not only to fill the empty treasury, but also to cut off the thoughts of revival of these old ministers of Nanying.

For a time, old officials from all over the country were in a panic, and a small number of them began to voluntarily hand over their property to avoid disaster.

In short, not long after Emperor Qingwu ascended the throne, he launched a "property confiscation" storm across the country after the anti-Buddhist and anti-Taoist movement.

This raid, in which he and his family were placed under house arrest and executed, led to the new court officials investigating the old officials and purging a large number of people.

It is true that there were always people who took advantage of the situation and suppressed dissidents, but none of them could shake the court's original intention of moving the property of many ministers into the national treasury.

The entire imperial court was in a state of panic...

The painting served as a prelude, causing the old officials of Daying to hate him to the core. Only the common people spread the news of its miraculous appearance among themselves, and everyone wanted to see the real thing.

But no one knows where the "Two Heroes of Ink" have gone.

In fact, they are still in Caizhou.

In May, the lower reaches of the Chi River, a branch of the Chi River.

Here, amidst the towering mountains and winding valleys, an elegant and graceful thatched bamboo house was built.

After buying this place from a villager woodcutter, Bai Wan and Ling Shumo moved some soil to build a platform, used bamboo to make a curtain, and moved some strange rocks to build a rockery.

Although it was a simple house, they still decorated it carefully and built a home of their own.

Carefully designed, the jade is smoking.

It was named Jingshan Thatched Cottage.

Behind it is a village with a few scattered people living there, and wild dogs and pheasants roaming all over the mountain.

They only knew that there was a new teacher named Ling and a skilled craftsman named Bai who had moved in here, and they knew nothing else.

As for the Saint of Painting and the Saint of Calligraphy, I have never heard of them.

There was a figure sitting in the bamboo house, his coarse linen clothes could not hide his picturesque features.

The candle flame flickered for a while, and then the shadow stopped.

Bai Wan was holding a tangerine in his mouth while painting on the mud wall with a brush, raising dust.

He paid no attention to the darkness and mess of the stove nearby. In one stroke, he created a burly Kitchen God with a long beard and a cooking stick in his hand.

Because he was not good at drawing people in the past, he now tried his best to make up for the shortcomings with round and flowing brushstrokes.

"Okay, Aunt Zhao. That's all!"

Bai Wan suddenly put down his brush, drank a sip of water beside him, and sprayed it out from his mouth. The picture suddenly became moist and vivid.

"Little Pea, the Kitchen God painted really fast today."

A woman wearing a blue scarf and a linen skirt handed over a bowl of steaming soup.

"It's not because the fish soup you gave me tasted good that I could draw so quickly."

Bai Wan took it with one hand and smiled as bright as spring.

He knew very well that if his painting was really adopted by Song Yuanshan, he would become the target of public criticism, so it would be better for him to hide.

Most people would not guess that he is now in Caizhou.

Now that he lives in seclusion, apart from handling a few affairs of the Dingbei Painting Society, it is also safer for him to be a free and unrestrained countryman without being bound by shackles.

However, the person who asked me to paint for many days actually painted the Kitchen God here!

If Xuanxing and those wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who were cheated out of a thousand taels of gold by Bai Wan saw this, they would probably be so angry that their noses would smoke.

"Dad, come and take a look, the painting is already finished!" said the woman.

An old man with a goatee and wearing coarse linen clothes came in.

He took a close look at the Kitchen God on the earthen wall, and with a smile added a few more vegetable stems to the big basin.

"Brother Xiao Wan's work is more realistic than the paintings by the painters I hired before."

picture?

They had never seen any gods or immortals, so they couldn't say what was good about them. They were just impressed by their charm.

Bai Wan smiled slyly: "In that case, Brother Guo, why don't you give me the tree in front of your house!"

Guo, with a goat beard, looked up with suspicion.

The small tree in the yard at the entrance has a purple-brown bark and is only two people tall.

Bai Wan asked very little for painting for these ordinary villagers, often just asking for a meal and some food.

It's rare to see any other requirements.

"Is there anything special about this tree?"

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows slightly, his linen clothes fluttering in the wind, as if everything else was just a cloud of smoke in his eyes.

"It's a plum tree, very similar to the one my mother planted in the yard when I was a child."

A sigh fell.

Turning around, I saw that the old man Guo with the goatee had already started digging with a shovel.

"Brother, your small body definitely can't handle it, so let me help you dig it back!"

The loud and bold voice startled people unexpectedly.

"That's daring."

While watching the man digging the tree, Bai Wan took out a small chalk booklet and began to draw.

No matter how the outside world changes, there will always be such people who live a simple, unpretentious, clumsy and stagnant life.

Only at this time, the painting does not use any fancy techniques, and the loose brushstrokes only express the most authentic characters.

By the time the tree is dug up, the painting is finished.

This old man Guo is as strong as an ox, comparable to Luo Wenqi's strength, which makes people stunned.

At least I definitely can't carry this tree.

Guo carried the plum tree along the mountain path and soon arrived at the Jingshan Thatched Cottage where Bai Wan and the others lived.

In the setting sun, Guo saw him walking briskly and hurriedly, and joked:

"Brother Xiaowan, are you in a hurry to go back and see your wife?"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "There is someone I need to see urgently, but it's not my wife."

Yes……

It's my husband...

The last sentence was not said because no one could accept an incestuous relationship between two men.

When they arrived at the place, the plum tree was planted and the soil was quickly covered.

After a short rest, I saw Ling Shumo, who was going to teach at a private school, entering the yard with a book in his hand.

Wearing a jade crown and long green robe, with a picture-like expression, she bowed elegantly: "Are there any guests?"

When Guo saw the man, she couldn't help but sigh.

I thought Bai Wan was a man of extraordinary appearance and character, but there was actually such a god-like person.

Without a change of expression, he rubbed his hands behind his back and said, "I am the one who chops wood at the back of the mountain. Brother Xiaowan drew a picture of the Kitchen God and asked for a tree, and I sent it to you."

This person's eyes were clear, without a trace of ulterior motive.

Ling Shumo looked at the half-body covered in mud, his eyes moved, and he directly brought a bowl of water from the house and handed it to the other party.

"Drink a bowl of water and take a break."

When Guo saw this man, she felt that he was an educated man, but he did not have the slightest condescending attitude, but was rather friendly.

"Thank you, are you...are you brothers?"

he asked.

This……

After hearing this, Bai Wan felt mixed emotions.

Finally faced with such a problem...

Even in such a remote mountain village, they cannot openly admit their relationship to others.

This is the reality——

The sigh has not yet subsided...

Ling Shumo understood people's hearts and spoke sincerely: "We are the alliance of calligraphy and painting, and the closest people in the world in the past hundred years."

"Ah...oh!" Guo really didn't understand and was confused. "The closest people, aren't they still brothers?"

Only Bai Wan felt a warmth in his heart, and his face alternated between blue and red for a long time. He just thought that this man could talk.

After getting married, the two are not only lovers, but also the closest relationship in the world that can last for a hundred years.

"That's different!" Bai Wan added stubbornly.

"What's the difference?"

The elegant Ling Shumo quickly lowered his eyes, suggesting that there was no need to say more to him and others.

The scoundrel smiled and said, "Different last names!"

Guo fell down laughing!

Aren't these two just cousins with different surnames? What's there to hide?

Look how smart I am~