It is now July, already midsummer. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and going out for a while in the afternoon can make people sweat profusely.
Therefore, at noon, the streets are deserted, with few people, and even domestic cats and dogs are hiding in the shade to enjoy the cool.
Because this year's fresh talents will go to the county school next year. And Chen Guhong was recommended by Xuezheng Chen Shanya to go to school there next year.
During the second half of the year, Chen Guhong had nothing to do, just playing at home all day long.
When the elegance is good, writing books and painting, although the craftsmanship is heavy, it is really inferior, but it is also a pleasure. Feeling bored, she called Yuanyuan and went out happily.
His good friend Wang Song occasionally invites him to drink wine in the brothel.
I also occasionally go to Ma Zhong, a farmer in the countryside, to help out with farm work and have fun. It's like a fairy.
During this period of free and easy life, Shui Ping once said at the beginning that heroic energy can directly reach the realm of the gods, but it takes three months to temper the body. Up to now, Chen Guhong's heroic energy has been refined to the body.
Theoretically speaking, the current him is stronger than Shui, more than twice as powerful.
The strength can draw three bows, and the arms can weigh more than two thousand catties.
His strong body makes him extremely healthy, he doesn't sweat in summer, he can run thousands of miles without being out of breath, and it's even more impossible for him to get sick. But there are also troubles.
Just like this day, Chen Guhong crushed a teacup.
"Young master, why are you so careless?" Yuanyuan heard the news, and came into the room to clean up the mess, complaining Sui Sui Nian, but she didn't feel sorry for the teacup, but was afraid that Chen Guhong would hurt her hand.
So when she came in, she first observed Chen Guhong's hands, carefully stretching and inspecting them, like caring for a baby.
"Up to now, I'm still considered a martial artist, with rough skin and thick flesh, how could I lose my appearance?" Chen Guhong said helplessly.
"Young master is a famous person, a prominent one. How can you call yourself a warrior?" Yuanyuan said angrily, the little girl attached great importance to the status of the young master and a famous person, and sneered at the martial artist.
"I think martial arts are not vulgar. It is Jiang Zuo who have many powerful people in ancient and modern times. They are known as heroes with their swords." Chen Guhong protested.
"Okay, okay, if you say you are a martial artist, you are a martial artist." Although Yuanyuan didn't think much of it in her heart, she didn't want to go against the young master's wishes, so she coaxed.
Chen Guhong rolled his eyes.
Seeing this, Yuanyuan secretly had a laugh, cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces, then turned and walked out.
"This girl is only sixteen this year, she is obviously a brat, but she coaxes me like I am a child." Chen Guhong pouted, feeling quite helpless. He had already stayed in the room for half the morning today, and there was nothing wrong with him at first, but he felt a little bored when he was interrupted like this, so he also left the room.
When I went out of the room, I saw my sister sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, her head was beating little by little, as if she was dozing off.
Chen Guhong rubbed his head, after changing to a big house, there are maidservants in the attic courtyard, and servants around him, and house slaves to guard and follow when traveling, this bed is a big bed, and the pillows in summer are made of jade.
The food is delicacies from mountains and seas, and the clothes are silk and satin. But my sister's sleep seems to be not good.
Feeling distressed, I wanted to coax my sister to be happy. Chen Guhong lifted up his skirt, walked lightly to Chen Xiuxiu's body, then leaned on his sister's ear and shouted: "Sister!"
"what!"
Chen Xiuxiu screamed all over, her face turned green, she immediately patted her chest when she saw Chen Guhong, and said angrily, "Young brother, you are naughty, you scared me to death."
"Big sister, you doze off during the day." Chen Guhong curled his lips, sat down beside Chen Xiuxiu, and then asked with concern, "But you are a bed student? Did you sleep well?"
The area around Chen Xiuxiu's eye sockets was pitch black, like a giant panda, her pupils were bloodshot, she was very haggard, Chen Guhong felt extremely distressed. Thinking, "Why don't you move back to the small house?"
Chen Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment, then showed a look of embarrassment, and said: "It's not the bed, but there is a hundred thousand taels of silver under the bed. I always feel that there are thieves. I wake up ten times at night. During the day, I think that there can be no thieves in the blue sky." , I'm stuck in my head."
Chen Guhong glared, and sighed for a long time: "Sister, you are really poor."
"You still make fun of me." Chen Xiuxiu said angrily.
Chen Guhong rubbed his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Why don't I choose two strong house slaves to take turns to be on duty outside sister's and brother-in-law's bedroom?"
"How good is this?" Chen Xiuxiu felt a little fussy.
"What's wrong? There are so many slaves and maidservants in the house, don't they serve our family?" Chen Guhong said.
Under Chen Guhong's insistence, Yuanyuan arranged for two strong domestic slaves, one in the first half of the night and the other in the second half of the night, to be on duty outside Wang Zhengheng's and Chen Xiuxiu's rooms.
By the way, Chen Guhong put the silver ticket box containing one hundred thousand taels of silver back under his bed. He is so skilled and bold that he can sleep even while lying on mountains of gold and silver.
But after a few days, the dark circles on Chen Xiuxiu's face became thicker and thicker, and the quality of sleep was not only not good, but even worse. When asked why, he replied.
"There are two more strange men outside the door. Although they are my own slaves, they are even more afraid. Although the bank note went under your bed, I am afraid that you will be killed."
Chen Guhong was helpless, and even more helpless. He is open-minded and does not miss gold and silver. Without hesitation, he said: "Why don't we burn the bank notes? Or take them out to do good deeds? Can the bridge be built and the road paved?"
Chen Xiuxiu had a face of objection, and said: "It is good to do good deeds a little bit, I agree. But I am reluctant to give all of it. This is our Chen family's wealth. You want to enjoy yourself in this life, and you have to spend it if you can't use it up." handed down from generation to generation.”
Neither this nor that. Sitting and watching my sister's eye circles getting darker, her pupils getting redder, her body getting thinner and thinner, and her chin became sharper in a few days.
Chen Guhong was very anxious.
At this moment, Chen Guhong thought of his friend.
Zheng Chong, a painter friend among the Four Friends of Sui Han.
"His paintings are lifelike. Gao Zhuang said that he is close to the gods. If he goes any further, the paintings will become demons. The magic brush Ma Liang is not a myth. My sister believes in gods. I might as well ask him to make two majestic paintings of generals and hang them in the lobby. Lie My sister said that she was invited from the Immortal Temple, and it is absolutely efficacious. My sister saw that the portrait was so lifelike, I lied to her since I was a child, and she believed everything, and she was very easy to deceive, so I will definitely be able to sleep peacefully." When Chen Guhong thought of this clever trick, he Immediately wrote a letter and entrusted it to Zheng Chong.
In ancient times, transportation was underdeveloped, and the exchange of letters was as slow as a snail. Chen Guhong had also written letters with Suihan's four friends before. The original county is only a few hundred miles away from Chengyang County, but it will take at least ten days to arrive at Zheng Chong's hands, and it may take a month to return.
Wu Zhengchun is thousands of miles away from Xuanzhou, not to mention. After the Huangshan Poetry Conference, he wrote to Wu Zhengchun, but he has not returned yet.
All in all, some waited.
If the painting does not arrive, there is no way. Chen Guhong tried every means to make her sister happy and relieve her insomnia.