With this welfare system, people's lives can be improved to the greatest extent and truly provide convenient services.
The people organized spontaneously and discussed how to thank Xiang Kunlun and their emperor.
However, the palace is not a place that can be entered casually. Everyone has a lot of enthusiasm, but there is no way to display it.
"The Emperor is really kind to us and treats us as his subjects, but we can't do anything for the Emperor."
Just then, a child raised his head and tugged on the clothes of the mother next to him.
"Mom, look over there, someone is painting!"
The woman didn't take it to heart, but couldn't resist the child's curiosity, so she took him out of the crowd and went over there to watch the excitement.
Others gathered together to think of ways to do something for Xiang Kunlun.
The woman took a closer look, huh? Why do the people in this painting look so familiar
The painting looks very much like their Emperor Xiang!
If you take a closer look at Yi Duanxiang, your facial features are at least 80-90% similar.
Before the woman could say anything, her child spoke first.
"Mother, why is the person in this painting the emperor?"
After hearing this, the person who was concentrating on painting stopped what he was doing and raised his head.
He smiled and said to the child: "Little guy, you have really good eyesight. What I painted is exactly Emperor Xiang. I think you have a talent for painting. How about I accept you as my apprentice?"
The child was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about. He hid slightly behind his mother and looked up at his mother.
The woman was not thinking about whether to become a disciple or not, but she was suddenly inspired by his painting.
She turned around quickly and greeted everyone who was discussing.
"Everyone, come and take a look! I have thought of doing something for the emperor!"
Everyone gathered around and saw a painter painting, but they didn't understand what it meant.
The woman pointed at the almost-completed portrait: "Look, do you think it looks like it?"
Everyone took a closer look and found that he indeed looked like Emperor Xiang. They all praised the painter for his vivid painting.
"We can't enter the palace, but we can buy a few portraits of Emperor Xiang and put them up at home to pray for the emperor day and night."
When she said this, everyone reacted.
Yes, that's a good idea!
They all sincerely hope that Emperor Xiang will be in good health and live a long life.
"How much does this painting cost? Give each of us one!"
This painter is the one who entered the palace to talk to Xiang Kunlun before.
It was a lot of work, but he readily agreed.
"Since I am praying for the Emperor, I will give this painting to you for free without any charge!"
In this way, the painter sat for a whole day and painted for seven days, so that most people had portraits.
Everyone religiously posted the portrait in the middle of the room and placed food and wine on it.
Every morning and evening, they pray for their emperor.
The painter stood up, stretched his body, and prepared to close the stall.
Suddenly a young man came over and said, "How do you sell this painting of yours?"
At this moment, Xiang Kunlun had just gone to check on the conditions of the sick soldiers and was relieved after making sure that all of them were getting better.
When he returned to the palace, Zhen Jiang brought him a bowl of ginger soup as usual, watched him drink it, and then handed him a bowl of mung bean soup.
Xiang Kunlun protested in a low voice: "I am a grown man, and I drink all kinds of soup every day, which makes me look very unmanly."
Although he was complaining, his tone was full of sweetness.
Zhen Jiang ignored his protest and asked him to drink it every day. Even if he was in good health, he could not act recklessly.
Xiang Kunlun was helpless. He didn't dare to disobey his wife's orders.
After finishing the soup, they went to see their son and play with him.
The painter thought this person was a bit strange. He had already told everyone that it was free to come to him to get the portrait. Why did this person still ask
After thinking about it, maybe he didn't hear it, or no one told him.
The painter patiently replied: "If you want it, I will paint it for you for free."
Who knows, this person is not happy.
"I'm not a cheap person. How can I take other people's things without paying for them?"
The painter suddenly felt that the person in front of him was stupid and rich.
I glanced at him up and down. He was not wearing silk or satin, and he didn't look like he was rich.
But if the other party insists on giving money, then let him give it.
The painter was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and concentrated on painting.
Ten minutes later.
"Okay, the painting is done. You can give it as much as you like."
The young man took it out of his pocket as if he couldn't wait to pay. He took out a five-baht pennies.
The painter felt something was wrong. Why did the color of the money look so bright
Moreover, why is this young man so generous? Even if it is sold at the usual price, this painting is not worth that much.
The painter was about to say something, but the young man took the painting and disappeared.
"After living for so many years, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing."
The painter shook his head, thinking that the money was quite heavy on his body, so he might as well save it in a bank.
The boss of the bank greeted him with a smile one second, but his expression turned a little weird the next.
"Sir, does this money belong to you?"
The painter felt baffled and said, "Yes, I get the money from selling the paintings."
The boss asked him to wait a moment and they would deposit it immediately.
The painter thought to himself, when did saving money become so troublesome
Before he could finish thinking about it, the boss led the official in, twisted his arm, and held him motionless.
The painter shouted his injustice: "I didn't do anything! What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"
The boss sneered, pointed at the painter and said, "That's him. This is the counterfeit currency that this person gave me."
"What? Counterfeit money?"
He was unable to defend himself and was immediately thrown into jail.
The painter was about to cry, so he said that there was something wrong with the money, and he should not have asked for it if he had known it.
Soon, he was brought to court for questioning.
The county magistrate was shocked: "Creating counterfeit coins privately is a crime of beheading. Do you know the crime?"
The painter cried out that he was wronged. He hurriedly explained that he did not own the counterfeit coins, but that someone used the money to buy his paintings when he was painting.
Fortunately, the county magistrate was not a confused official. When he heard what he said, he felt that something was wrong.
"Do you remember what the person you mentioned looks like?"
"If we can catch him, we can prove your innocence and let you go."
Fortunately, the painter does not have prosopagnosia. Because of his profession, he has a photographic memory of seeing people reading.
He hurriedly cooperated with the painter in the county government to describe the image of the person who bought the painting.
(End of chapter)