"Are you kidding us? Who would have this name?" Han Qin looked confused. Who would come up with such a name
"You know him, too." Pei Che raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. "When we were going down the mountain that day, you stared at him for quite a while. Have you forgotten about him now?"
Facing Su Jin's expression that said "you playboy", Han Qin was almost in tears. How could he have seen any beautiful woman when he accompanied A Che down the mountain that day, and he stared at her for a long time
Wait, "Are you talking about him?" That was the only thing he remembered vividly that day.
Pei Che nodded. The other two listened to their conversation as if they were in a mute puzzle, and couldn't help but feel curious. After listening to Han Qin's explanation, the two finally understood that the reason they wasted time that day was because they watched the vendors quarreling for a long time. Instantly, both of them looked like you are so boring.
"He is not an ordinary vendor. He has a quick mind and a powerful mouth! If you don't believe me, ask Ache!" Han Qin hurriedly explained that he was not such a boring person. He just thought that the boy selling buns was indeed quite interesting.
"You must have insisted on watching it. Ache doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to join in the fun." He Chen teased him deliberately.
"Who said that? If Ache didn't want to join in the fun, why would he send people to buy buns from that stall later? The buns we ate on the mountain that day were made by that guy!" Han Qin tried hard to prove that he was not the only one who liked to join in the fun.
"Well, I just picked one at random. Let's take a look at the painting!" Pei Che clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, pretending to cough to cover up his embarrassment. It was a rare opportunity for him to join in the fun, but he was singled out for criticism.
"I think this painting is good, and the idea is novel. But nowadays, people admire the painting style of Mo Qingliu. If you paint like this, will they think you focus on the form but not the spirit?" Han Qin was a little worried. This was the point that Pei Che had always been criticized for. In the eyes of some so-called famous painters, his paintings were not even as good as those that looked scribbled and had spirit.
He Chen said, "If you can achieve perfection when drawing its shape, then it doesn't matter if it doesn't have what they call charm." His paintings always received a lot of praise when the master commented on them, but when the master saw Pei Che's paintings, he always sighed that they were too artificial. But in his opinion, he didn't think he was much better than Pei Che. It was just that his painting method was the popular one nowadays.
"… Let them say whatever they want!" Su Jin said. He has always loved martial arts more than literature. Fortunately, each martial arts school has its own unique moves, so there are not so many explanations.
Pei Che felt their comfort and felt very relieved. When he faced the teacher's disappointed eyes, he felt uncomfortable. But he felt that whether it was reciting poems or painting, it was just to express one's true feelings. Some people were good at writing the spirit, while others were good at imitating the form. They just had different preferences. Why should they always stick to one form
Since they said he was too artificial, then he would be too artificial to the end. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with being a little artificial, just like the longevity peaches made by Brother Jiang, which looked exactly like the real ones, so what was wrong with that? Could those longevity peaches full of charm look good when they were made
Pei Che decided that he would take some time to go to the Bai family in Tianshui Alley to look for Brother Jiang. Although this guy had a bad eye, what he said occasionally made sense, and maybe he could give him some pointers.
"Uncle, is the Hongle Academy in front?" Jiang Miao took Xiao Shitou and stopped in front of a stall to order a piece of sweet cake. While waiting for the sweet cake to come out of the pot, he naturally started chatting with the uncle who was selling the sweet cake.
"It's in front. Turn right after entering the alley and it's just around the corner." Business people are very patient when facing customers. The uncle pointed to the place while he spoke.
"It's quite close here. Your business must be very good. With so many students, you can sell a lot every day, right?"
The uncle shook his head and said, "You're kidding. How can we count on them? Most of the people studying in this academy are rich. How can they buy food from my stall? But the restaurant across the street is doing good business. From time to time, servants and bookboys come to buy good wine and food and bring them to the academy."
"We are allowed to drink in the academy?" Jiang Miao was a little surprised.
"Isn't that right? But who dares to control those second-generation rich kids? Even the headmaster of the academy turns a blind eye to them, as long as they don't go too far. Once, they..."
While the uncle was still nagging, Jiang Miao had silently crossed out Hongle Academy in his mind. This was the third academy he had crossed out. The first two academies he had crossed out either had lazy teachers with bad reputations or were too pedantic and rigid. In Jiang Miao's opinion, none of them were good teachers. I thought this one was okay, but now I hear that there are many problems. Especially for people with ordinary family backgrounds like them, if they enter there, they will probably either be followers or be bullied.
Originally, he wanted to see if he could enroll in Bai Wenyu's academy, but when he asked, the teacher said that they only accepted children over 12 years old. Seeing that the New Year holiday was about to start, Jiang Miao thought about finding another academy to enroll his child so as not to delay his child's studies.
Do I really need to find a small private school? Jiang Miao secretly wanted to go to a college. He felt that a college was more complete than a private school and he could learn more. Of course, if he couldn't find a suitable college, he could only go to a private school.
Seeing that he was frowning and looked troubled, Xiao Shitou stood on tiptoe and handed the sweet cake to Jiang Miao, signaling his brother to take a bite first. Since leaving that home, he realized that there are so many delicious things in this world!
"I don't like sweets, you eat them yourself." Jiang Miao was comforted by his brother's thoughtful gesture. This made him more determined to find a reliable teacher for his brother!
After leaving Hongle Academy, Jiang Miao took Little Stone to several places, but none of them were satisfactory. After searching in vain, he could only return home with his brother in disappointment.
"Go ahead and ask around."
"yes!"
Pei Che frowned, looking at his clothes in a trance. He simply couldn't imagine what it would look like if the hem of his clothes was covered with mud. Should he get off the car later? Or should he go home and change into clothes that don't get dirty
"Master, I just asked, and the people from the Bai family said that Jiang Xiao went out and hasn't come back yet." The driver said that they came at a bad time today. He thought that the young master would be unhappy because he had made a wasted trip, but why did he look relieved
"Then let's go back." Pei Che, who was in a dilemma, didn't expect the problem to be solved so quickly. He would change into the worst clothes tomorrow and throw them away if they got dirty.
"Yes!" The coachman got on the carriage, turned around and walked back.
Pei Che was about to lower the curtain when he saw a man, a woman and a boy, talking and laughing as they walked towards him.
"Stop!" Pei Che hurriedly said, and the driver immediately tightened the reins and let out a long sigh.
A tall horse suddenly stopped beside him, and Jiang Miao quickly led his brother to the side to make way for it, fearing that the horse would kick at him. But he didn't wait for the carriage to move forward, but saw a face that he could never forget at the window with the curtain opened.
How could this guy appear here? It's not that Jiang Miao looked down on this place, it's just that the west of the city is a far cry from other places in Liangjing, and it's not the place for this guy to come.
Pei Che was a little discouraged. He didn't know why someone would be distracted when they saw him, when the child next to him was obviously normal, looking up at him in amazement.
"Brother Jiang?" Pei Che couldn't help but call out.
"You're talking to me?" Jiang Miao pointed at himself, and then saw Pei Che frowning, as if to say, is there anyone else here
"Uh, what can Mr. Pei do for me?" Jiang Miao asked, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. His expression suddenly became lively, and he asked with a smile: "Are you here to order birthday peaches from me? When do you want them? How many baskets do you want? Sweet or salty is fine!"
He is indeed a greedy peddler! Pei Che thought that he would only smile at him when talking about money. When he first met him, he looked as if he was about to be visited by the plague god.
"I'm not here to order birthday peaches, I—"
"Goodbye! I won't delay Mr. Pei's return home!" Jiang Miao suddenly put on a fake smile and waved to Pei Che in the car with a farewell expression, which made Pei Che feel extremely depressed.
"I'm here to order birthday peaches!" Pei Che gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"Really? My home is not far ahead. Mr. Pei, come in and have a cup of hot tea. By the way, how much do you want?" Pei Che was shocked by the speed at which the vendor changed his face. He couldn't help but think of the saying that the world is going downhill and people's hearts are not as they used to be. Why do books say that ordinary people are simple and honest, but there are obviously such greedy and cunning types! The ancients misled me!
"How about twenty baskets first?" There are many people in the Duke Zhong's mansion. If each courtyard is to be allocated, twenty baskets should be enough, right? Pei Che thought, last time I only brought it for my grandmother and my younger brother, it can be said that it was not much. This time I came here specially to buy it, it seems not good not to share it with them.
Wait, he didn’t come here specifically to buy birthday peaches!
"Do you want sweet or salty?" Because a customer asked, Jiang Miao introduced the sweet longevity peaches with red bean paste filling. The people here seem to have more diverse tastes and there is no unified standard. It should be because there were people from all over the country who followed their ancestors to conquer the world, right
“… Let’s put half sweet and half salty in each basket.” He seemed to only know the tastes of his grandmother and younger brother.
"Okay, twenty cages is a bit too much. When do you want them? If you need them urgently, I'll rush the work."
"Just have it done by tomorrow evening."
"Okay, you see—"
"Wait, let me ask you a question first. Can I watch you while you make birthday peaches?" Pei Che saw that the vendor kept talking about business, so he quickly interrupted him. He almost forgot the purpose of his trip.
Jiang Miao showed a suspicious look on his face. Does this person want to learn his craft or not? I watched it last time and I want to watch it again this time. Is making birthday peaches so beautiful
(End of this chapter)