Although it was a pity that Jin Shengtan was no longer alive, the greasy fat man still got a little tipsy with the stories about Jin Shengtan to accompany his wine.
Although he was a little tipsy and his steps were unsteady, the greasy fat man still insisted on packing up the leftovers for his dog.
The fat man had a poor appetite today, so there were a lot of leftovers, plus half a jar of wine, which was too much for one person to carry, not to mention that the fat man was a little tipsy and his steps were unsteady. So Zhu Ping'an and Liu Dadao became the fat man's laborers, Liu Dadao carried two food boxes, and Zhu Ping'an held a jar of wine, to send the fat man home.
"Thank you. Leave it here. You can go back now." As soon as we got home, the greasy fat man leaned against the door frame and waved his arms to see us off.
"Fatty, do you have a conscience? Our master invited you to dinner, sent you back, and helped you get things. Now we just sent you home and you're driving us away. You even offered us a cup of tea. This is not the way to get rid of a donkey after it has done its work." Seeing the fat man being so ruthless, Liu Dadao almost dropped the food box in his hand.
"Ahem..." the fat man said with a blush, "I don't even have tea leaves at home, how can I invite you to drink tea?"
"No tea, not even water?" Liu Dadao snorted.
"There is water, but what kind of family are you from? How can you drink plain water?" replied the greasy fat man.
"Whether you can drink it or not, you have to ask, just to show your appreciation." Liu Dadao curled his lips.
"Okay, I have some broken bowls and a pot of water at home. Do you want to come in and have a drink of water?" the greasy fat man replied.
"OK."
As soon as the greasy fat man finished speaking, Zhu Ping'an nodded in agreement.
"Ha, you don't want to drink, then... oh, you actually agreed?!" The fat man didn't think that Zhu Ping'an would agree at all, so everything he said was based on Zhu Ping'an's refusal. Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that Zhu Ping'an had actually agreed, and he was so surprised that his mouth widened.
"Well, I drank some wine and walked a long way, so I'm really thirsty now. Brother Hu, you are so kind, so we won't lie." Zhu Ping'an smiled and nodded in the surprised look of the greasy fat man.
"Yes, we are very thirsty." Liu Dadao followed.
"Well, there is only boiled water in my house, not even a single tea leaf. I'm not exaggerating. How can you drink this?!" the greasy fat man repeated it again, looking very reluctant.
"Of course I can drink it. I can drink a lot. We are not from a wealthy family. My family is a farmer in the mountain village, and Dadao is a hunter in the mountain village. I have been drinking boiled water since I was a child, and tea and other things are only drunk during festivals." Zhu Ping'an said with a smile as he squeezed past the fat man and into the yard.
"Thank you for the treat. Go get some water." Liu Dadao followed closely behind Zhu Ping'an and squeezed past the fat man into the yard.
After Zhu Ping'an walked into the house where the fat man lived, he couldn't help but curl his lips. This fat man was really sloppy.
This room was just like a pigsty, messy and dirty, with clothes thrown everywhere and garbage everywhere. The floor was almost covered with garbage and debris. Zhu Ping'an could hardly find a place to step when he entered the room.
The dishes on the dining table were overturned, and the leftover soup and food spilled over half of the table. The remaining half of the table was also greasy. I don’t know how long it has been since the table was cleaned. The chairs and stools were tilted here and there, and only one was standing. The bed was dirty, and the quilt was piled in a corner. The sheets were all yellow. There were shoes, socks, and clothes piled under the bed... ...
The whole room was filled with a suffocating smell, and Zhu Ping'an almost fell over when he walked in.
There was only one place in the room that could be considered clean, and that was the desk. Although the books were not neatly arranged, it was much better than other places in the room and was considered a rare piece of clean land.
No wonder the fat guy didn’t want himself and Liu Dadao to come in. It turned out that he didn’t want people to see a scene that would damage his image.
Zhu Ping'an immediately understood.
"Hey, the leftovers on the table look familiar. Isn't this what you packed up and brought back to feed the dog yesterday? How did it get to the table? Is your dog sitting at the table too?!"
When Liu Dadao saw the leftover soup and food on the table, he couldn't help but look up at the greasy fat man and asked a series of questions.
"Hehe, just sit wherever you want. I'll go get you some water." The greasy fat man coughed and pretended not to hear what Liu Dadao said.
"This place is simply a pigsty." Liu Dadao curled his lips, "No wonder you want us to come in."
"A real man should clean up the world, why would he bother with just one room? It's okay if it's a little messy, it's no harm, it's no harm."
The greasy fat man said shamelessly.
"Brother Hu, how can you clean up the world if you can't even clean up your own house? It must be uncomfortable to live in such an environment. Dadao, come here, lend a hand, let's help Brother Hu clean up the house." Zhu Ping'an pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly when he heard it. He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he called Liu Dadao to clean up the house together.
"Hehe, how can this be so embarrassing... ... I'll get you a broom..." The greasy fat man said that it was embarrassing, but he was not embarrassed at all in his actions. He stuck his butt out and grunted as he took out two small brooms from the corner and handed them to Zhu Ping'an and Liu Dadao.
After handing over the tools, the greasy fat man ran away with no intention of cleaning up together.
"Fatty, come back here. I'm cleaning the house for you. Don't just sit there and do nothing. Go and work for me!"
Liu Dadao grabbed the fat man with one hand. Although the fat man was tall and fat, he was like a cub in Liu Dadao's hands.
"Ahem, I'm going to get you some water." The greasy fat man made an excuse.
"Don't come on, why are you drinking water at this time? Let's talk after we finish cleaning." Liu Dadao pulled the fat man to him and ordered him, "I'm telling you, we'll sweep and you'll clean up. Don't try to be lazy."
"Young master, you take a rest. Fatty and I will clean up the place." After Liu Dadao cleaned up Liu Dadao, he turned around and said to Zhu Pingan.
"It's okay, more people means faster work." Zhu Ping'an said with a smile, without stopping his hands at all.
It took Zhu Ping'an, Liu Dadao, and the greasy fat man who was slacking off for about half an hour to clean up the house.
"Wow, I didn't expect the room to look like this."
Thanks to Zhu Ping'an and Liu Dadao, the greasy fat man saw for the first time what the room he lived in looked like.
Liu Dadao was too lazy to complain about the fat man and urged him, "Go get some water, your throat is so dry that it's smoking."
"Yes, yes, drink water, drink water." The greasy fat man poured three bowls of water, placed them on the desk, and invited Zhu Pingan and Liu Dadao to drink.
His desk was much cleaner than the dining table. Although the dining table had just been cleaned, the grease on the table was not easy to deal with. It needed to be dealt with with soapberries. However, the fat man did not have soapberries, so he just wiped the obvious stains on the dining table with a rag. The grease would have to be dealt with after the fat man bought soapberries another day.
"Well, your painting is good." Zhu Ping'an said to the fat man while drinking water, flipping through the stack of rice paper on the fat man's desk.
"This painting is just something I did for my own amusement. It's not worthy of being displayed in a formal setting." The greasy fat man replied nonchalantly.
"I like Brother Hu's paintings very much. I wonder if Brother Hu can give them up." Zhu Ping'an bowed.
"It's just a piece of practice. If you don't mind, take it." The fat man didn't care at all.
Zhu Pingan was immediately beaming with joy, his face was as bright as a flower, and he regarded the fat man's painting as a treasure, and even asked the fat man to write an inscription and stamp on the painting. The fat man was also very impressed with Zhu Pingan, and he kept treating him to meals, and even helped him clean up the house. Of course, there was nothing wrong with Zhu Pingan's request. He rummaged around, found a stamp, and pressed it on the painting, leaving behind the four characters "Tianchi Yuyin" in a dragon and phoenix style.
Seeing the seal with the four characters "Tianchi Yuyin", Zhu Ping'an smiled even more brightly, and golden stars seemed to appear in his eyes. He treated the painting as a treasure and rolled it up and put it away carefully, as if the painting was not a painting but some priceless treasure.
"Sir, it's just a broken painting..." Liu Dadao said puzzledly when he saw this.
"What, you want one too?!" Zhu Ping'an seemed to have misheard Liu Dadao's words. He exclaimed in surprise and looked at the greasy fat man.
"Take it." The fat man waved his hand indifferently, not taking it seriously.
"Sir, no, who cares..." Liu Dadao explained quickly.
"What? You want all the paintings on the table..." Zhu Ping'an seemed to be drunk and misheard again.
"Take it, take it, take them all..." The greasy fat man waved his hand nonchalantly. These paintings were originally drawn by him for the purpose of recruiting students for his private school, and he just distributed them to passers-by as a promotion.
So Zhu Ping'an asked the fat man to write a few words on each painting, stamped them, and packed them all up.