Lu Zhiruo opened her eyes wide and stared at the dagger.
"I can't have it!"
Sun Mo quickly refused: "This is too expensive!"
"Hey, that's wrong. Money can't buy a good thing. In the past few years since I became an official, today is undoubtedly my happiest day. I read a famous work and saw the birth of a famous painting. It's so happy!"
Zheng Qingfang said, drank another full glass, and then coughed.
"Sir, you drank too much."
The old servant persuaded, worried about Zheng Qingfang's health.
"Ahem, no problem!"
Zheng Qingfang signaled the old servant to stay quiet.
He has been a high-ranking official in the court for so many years, and he has naturally seen the wonderful scene of wonderful paintings a few times, but those painters are already in their twilight years.
After all, the skill of painting takes time to accumulate, but how old is Sun Mo? Reaching this state at the age of twenty is simply terrifying.
Let’s talk about the novel, although the literary talent is a bit poor, the story is very well written. Zheng Qingfang closes his eyes now, the unruly Monkey King, the perseverant Master Tripitaka, the lustful and greedy Zhu Bajie, and another person who has no sense of existence but still... The memories of Monk Sha are all vivid in my mind...
Zheng Qingfang did not dare to say that this book was a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but a few years later, it became famous throughout China and Kyushu, so there is absolutely no problem with it.
Zheng Qingfang gave Sun Mo the Zhuiyun Dagger as a gift out of pure appreciation of his talent, because this young man with a bright smile was a master of calligraphy and painting!
"Take it, I'm old anyway, and I don't have the chance to ride a horse anymore."
When Zheng Qingfang saw that Sun Mo was still refusing, he grimaced: "If you refuse again, do you no longer regard me as a confidant?"
The old servant was speechless. Master, you can't ride a horse, but your descendants can, especially your grandson. But you have been coveting this dagger for a long time, and you didn't give it to him. Now you gave it to Sun Mo, your grandson. It would be strange not to cause trouble for him.
"It's really too expensive!"
Sun Mo didn't know what to say!
"The teacher is so awesome!"
Seeing Zheng Qingfang insisting on giving such a precious spiritual weapon to Sun Mo, Lu Zhiruo was filled with admiration for the teacher.
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +20.
Reputation relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (233/1000).
"Take it, you're a man, so you don't want mother-in-law Mom!"
After Zheng Qingfang handed the dagger to Sun Mo, he drank another cup and couldn't help laughing.
"I really didn't expect that I actually saw the birth of a famous painting. I was thinking before that if you were a decent painter, I would buy your painting for ten taels. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"
Zheng Qingfang said to himself that it was lucky that I didn't raise a price, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.
Lu Zhiruo and the old servant also laughed, twelve liang? I couldn’t buy that copy of Tripitaka’s Journey to the West even if I paid it a hundred times.
What can Sun Mo say? Just hand the dagger to Lu Zhiruo and keep a humble smile.
Seeing that Sun Mo suppressed his curiosity and did not immediately appreciate the dagger, the old servant took another high look at Sun Mo. You must know that many people would be eager to play with a treasure of this level.
Zheng Qingfang was drinking. The more he looked at Sun Mo, the more he admired him. Sun Mo was not only handsome, but also talented. By the way, should he marry his granddaughter? This way you can see his future works for the first time!
When the food and wine were cold, Zheng Qingfang asked the servants to leave again, changed tables, and continued to exchange glasses with Sun Mo. He was really happy today.
After drinking for a while, Zheng Qingfang couldn't help but pick up the manuscript of "Journey to the West" and read it for a few times, and then he would get up again to admire Tripitaka's Journey to the West.
The other character portraits are also excellent, but compared to this one, they are still a little inferior.
"Eh? You always feel like something is missing?"
Zheng Qingfang finally discovered the blind spot.
Sun Mo was puzzled, but Lu Zhiruo covered her mouth with her small hand and whispered, "It's the signature!"
"Yes, it's a signature. How can a famous painting not be signed?"
Zheng Qingfang suddenly understood and quickly asked Sun Mo to fill in.
"ah?"
Sun Mo was a little embarrassed.
"Hurry up and write. If you don't sign, who would know this is your work?" Zheng Qingfang urged, and suddenly realized: "You haven't signed it before, right? Wait, is this the first work you have ever created? A famous painting?”
Sun Mo nodded.
"Very good!"
Zheng Qingfang was so excited that he stopped using the wine cup, picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.
"master!"
The old servant was startled.
Zheng Qingfang laughed loudly. If Sun Mo becomes famous in the future, then his first painting will be very memorable, so he quickly warned: "You must write down today's time!"
Sun Mo didn't care.
"Also, if you publish a book, you will usually use a pen name. What do you plan to call it?"
Zheng Qingfang signaled Lu Zhiruo not to be restrained when eating vegetables.
"Goblin?"
Sun Mo wanted to call him Wu Chengen so that people would know the original author of "Journey to the West", but he thought that he wrote the book himself. Apart from the same content, the text was different. Even the characters were added with his own ideas and made a little bit. Modifications, for example, Zhu Bajie became more annoying, and Sha Wujing was a sinister, so he gave up.
If people want to scold him after seeing it, he will be scolded by himself, so he won't bring trouble to Wu Cheng'en.
"Brother...brother what?"
Zheng Qingfang couldn't form an inherent image in his mind for this unfamiliar vocabulary.
"Goblin, a monster!"
Sun Mo seemed to be talking casually, but he was actually testing Zheng Qingfang. Such a high-ranking official must have seen a lot of things in the market. If even he didn't know about it, it meant that there was no such thing.
"Have you figured it out? Is it the monster that will appear in the second half of "Journey to the West"?"
Zheng Qingfang was curious.
"no."
Sun Mo is a person with a strong thirst for knowledge. He wants to know what other places are there besides the Nine States in Middle Earth, such as whether there is a Western Kingdom, whether there are dragons, swords and magic.
At present, it seems that there is no such thing.
"Is it from another book?"
Zheng Qingfang stared at Sun Mo with burning eyes, wishing he could introduce him immediately.
"I've decided that my pen name will be Gandalf!"
Sun Mo changed the subject: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just a random name."
"This is up to you!"
Zheng Qingfang usually went to bed early because of his health, but today he took Sun Mo to talk until late at night.
It was too late and the school gates were closed. Coupled with Zheng Qingfang's warm hospitality, Sun Mo and Lu Zhiruo stayed in the guest room.
The next morning, Zheng Qingfang endured the headache from his hangover. He got up early and had breakfast with Sun Mo before seeing him off.
"Master, he is not a famous teacher, but he writes beautiful novels and draws well. As for being so nice to him?"
The old servant couldn't understand that the master actually gave him the capital of Cloud Chasing Dagger.
"I have stood in the court for forty-seven years without falling because of my eyes that recognize people. That Sun Mo has a temperament that I can't describe!"
Zheng Qingfang stood at the door of the bookstore, watching the carriage go away.
"Temperament? I admit that he is quite handsome!"
The old servant found no temperament.
"You do not understand!"
Zheng Qingfang didn't want to explain. Anyone who could draw the Journey to the West of Tripitaka must also have hills and valleys hidden in his mind. The artistic conception of that painting cannot be faked.
"Sun Mo will come again in the future and treat him as a distinguished guest."
Zheng Qingfang ordered.
…
After getting off the carriage in front of the Zhongzhou Academy gate, Sun Mo paid the money and walked in calmly.
Lu Zhiruo held a small wooden box filled with one thousand taels of silver and followed behind like a little tail. She looked at Sun Mo from time to time, full of admiration.
Teacher Sun is so amazing. He earned a thousand taels after writing a novel, and he will receive royalties later. Moreover, he also has superb painting skills.
I really didn't expect that Teacher Sun is actually a famous painter who can draw wonderful scenes of flowers and flowers. Those illustrations yesterday were really beautiful.
"Oh, I really want the teacher to draw a portrait of me!"
Lu Zhiruo pouted her lips, and then quickly touched the Chaiyun Dagger in her arms.
Fortunately, it was not lost. This is a spiritual weapon. If it were missing, Lu Zhiruo would have no choice but to commit suicide to apologize.
Lu Zhiruo is still a little unbelievable when she thinks that Zheng Qingfang actually gave such a precious gift. Anyway, she wouldn't be willing to part with it, so she might as well leave it to her family.
“The die-hard fans are so scary!”
Lu Zhiruo sighed: "But Teacher Sun who can conquer die-hard fans is even more terrifying!"
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +10.
Yu Lu Zhiruo's reputation relationship, friendly (243/1000).
Listening to the sudden reminder, Sun Mo couldn't help but turn around. I know you have big breasts, but you are not a cow. Why don't you contribute favorability points so frequently
The Papaya girl rolled her eyes and immediately showed a sweet smile. She then held the small wooden box with one hand and grabbed the corner of Sun Mo's clothes with the other.
Seeing Sun Mo, Uncle Qin who was guarding the concierge immediately walked in and said hello to him.
"Teacher Sun, good morning!"
"Hello, Uncle Qin!"
Sun Mo nodded and handed over a pack of tobacco leaves: "I bought it when I passed by the market this morning!"
"Don't dare to take it! Don't dare to take it!"
Uncle Qin waved his hand quickly but did not answer it.
Because he was guarding the school gate, he saw a lot of people and heard a lot of gossip, so Uncle Qin already knew that Sun Mo had recruited five students, and they had been recognized by the school leaders and officially joined them in the past few days.
For the intern teachers, Uncle Qin can still maintain a sense of superiority. After all, nine out of ten of them will not be able to stay, but for the formal teachers, this cannot be done.
The status gap between the gatekeeper and the teacher was huge. If Sun Mo hadn't been promoted, Uncle Qin wouldn't have taken the initiative to say hello with a smile on his face, let alone come out of the concierge.
In the past, it was good for Uncle Qin to say hello through the window.
"Take it. I don't know how to smoke dry tobacco. Keeping it is a waste."
A pack of tobacco leaves cost only a few dollars. Even if Sun Mo didn't have the huge royalties, he could still afford it. He just wanted to give Uncle Qin something to make it easier to get in and out of the school in the future.
If you come back most of the night in the future and encounter the door guard, it will be easier to talk.
Seeing that Sun Mo had indeed bought it for him, Uncle Qin quickly rubbed his hands on his pants, wiping off the sweat and dust, then bent slightly and stretched out his hands to take it.
Sun Mo noticed that the last time he sent tobacco leaves, Uncle Qin took it with one hand. Coupled with the details of bending down, he deduced from these two subtle movements that Uncle Qin should know that he had been promoted.
"Teacher Sun, please walk slowly!"
Uncle Qin waited for Sun Mo to walk more than 20 meters away before returning to the concierge. After putting away the tobacco leaves, he couldn't help but sigh, looking at his emotional intelligence, he was so good at life, no wonder he was able to eat Principal An's bowl of soft rice.
Sun Mo put away his things and went to the library to prepare things for class. However, not long after, a young woman came over.