come to the world

Chapter 128

The heavy rain came as expected and fell in the mountains and forests, as if covering the world with a layer of gauze.

Under the violent storm, Wu Ming stood inside the light blue mask, in front of a dilapidated thatched hut.

This thatched hut looked old, but it was tidy and clean, and there was smoke from the kitchen.

Wu Ming stood outside and looked around, and vaguely heard the sound of reading, slowly coming from the room.

"Zi said, learning and practicing it from time to time, is it not easy to talk about it? It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. People don't know but are not stunned, and they are not a gentleman."

The intermittent sound of reading indicates that the owner of the house should be a poor scholar with a very hard life.

After listening for a while, Wu Ming opened the door and walked in. He was an uninvited guest.

"Who are you?" The scholar who was studying was startled when he saw someone push the door open.

Wu Ming looked through the lights in the room and found that the scholar was none other than Cui Hongjian, the male protagonist in the fairy in the painting.

And looking at it like this, the plot should not have started yet, and I don't know how long it will be.

"Scholar, is this your home?"

"It's my house. If you want to stay overnight, I can take you in for a night. But it's agreed, you can't touch my baby here, and I don't have anything to eat for you."

Speaking of food, Cui Hongjian's throat twitched unconsciously.

Since the rice was cut off the day before yesterday, he had eaten wild vegetables for two days and had no food to help others.

If it hadn't been raining today, he would have gone to the town to sell manuscripts long ago, but he didn't dare to go out with the manuscripts on rainy days, and the schedule was delayed.

Hearing what Cui Hongjian said, Wu Ming nodded noncommittally, and looked at the scholar's treasure.

As far as the eye can see, there are stacks of manuscripts, calligraphy and paintings gathered together in the thatched hut with some air leakage.

"I have written so many words, are you writing all these?" Wu Ming picked up a draft, glanced at it, and found that it was all written in traditional characters.

There are differences between simplified and traditional characters, but the differences are not so incomprehensible.

Wu Ming himself doesn't know calligraphy, but he can also tell that Cui Shusheng's handwriting is not brilliant, at most the level of an accountant.No wonder in the movie, when Cui Shusheng went to sell calligraphy, the owner of calligraphy and painting showed contempt on his face, and he sold them by the pound.

"These characters are all written by me. I plan to take the examination of scholar this year. How about this character?" Seeing Wu Ming looking at his calligraphy, Cui Hongjian couldn't help asking softly while holding a lantern.

"Listen to the truth, or lie?" Wu Ming looked up at Cui Hongjian and asked very seriously.

"Let's tell the truth." Cui Hongjian also hesitated, but he still gritted his teeth to listen to the truth.

Seeing Cui Hongjian's appearance, Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and said, "It's because the patriarch didn't reward you with this bowl of rice. I reckon that you are out of talent today, if you can't, just change careers!"

"Change, change career." Cui Hongjian's face was a little dark, and the shadow area in his heart rapidly expanded.

You must know that in ancient society, obtaining fame and fame was the dream of countless people.

Cui Hongjian is now full of joy, and he is waiting for the autumn to take the talent test. If he changes careers, it will be too embarrassing.

Holding the lantern, Cui Hongjian returned to the desk in a sullen mood. Cui Hongjian turned his grief and anger into strength, and began to study hard again.

Wu Ming looked at Cui Hongjian's appearance, he laughed and didn't care, and said, "On the nearby mountain, there should be a manor called Wumenju, do you know where it is?"

"I don't know." Cui Hongjian thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Seeing the other party shaking his head, Wu Ming was a little surprised.

Wumenju is Yan Chixia's home. Although the exact location was not given, it should be around the town.

Cui Hongjian often went to the town to sell calligraphy and paintings, so he should know about it, but he really didn't know about it.

"Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know, Yan Chixia can't escape anyway." Wu Ming figured it out and didn't care, found a bench and sat down.

Sitting on the bench, Wu Ming looked at Chocolate's condition and found that the little guy was still sleeping.

Bored, Wu Ming looked at the heavy rain outside the window, picked up a few strawberries and ate them, to relieve his boredom.

"What are you eating?" Wu Ming looked up and found that Cui Hongjian was stretching his neck, looking at his strawberries curiously.

Seeing this curious gaze, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that strawberries were only introduced to China in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and were not widely planted until the Republic of China.Taking the dynasties of the fairy world in the painting as an example, there were no strawberries here at all, no wonder the other party didn't know each other.

"This is a strawberry. It tastes good. Let me try it." Wu Ming waved his hand, and immediately a dozen strawberries flew to Cui Hongjian's desk.

Seeing Wu Ming wave his hand, Strawberry flew over by itself, Cui Hongjian was so frightened that he quickly hid and sat down on the ground: "Are you a human or a ghost, don't scare me!"

"No prospect, if I were a ghost, would you still be alive?"

Hearing Wu Ming's words, Cui Hongjian lowered his head and thought, this is not the case.

If the other party was a ghost, I, a poor scholar, would have been eaten long ago. Now that I am safe and sound, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Cui Hongjian no longer panicked, and quickly got up from the ground.

Later, Cui Hongjian looked at Wu Ming, then at the strawberries on the table, and asked, "Is this delicious, sour or sweet, do you really give it to me?"

Although the words were so asked, the action did not stop.

Picking up a strawberry, Cui Hongjian smiled at Wu Ming, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

One mouthful is full of fragrance, the taste of strawberry is very strong, and the sweet and sour taste also makes people appetite greatly.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!" After eating a few strawberries, Cui Hongjian stopped and let out a sincere admiration.

Hearing such praise, Wu Ming waved his hand indifferently, followed by a frown.

"someone is coming!"

Before Wu Ming entered the house, he released warning magic outside, and any troubles could not fool him.

Under the perception of magic, the visitor is like a furnace, and he does not look like an ordinary person.

dong dong dong.
Three rapid knocks on the door came into the room.

Immediately afterwards, before Cui Hongjian could open the door, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"Excuse me, excuse me, it's raining heavily outside, let me come in first to take shelter from the rain." The visitor was wearing a bamboo hat and armor woven from bamboo strips.

Wu Ming looked at the other party carefully, and found that this person looked a bit like Yuen Biao, and Yuen Biao played the role of Yan Chixia's apprentice in the movie Immortal in Painting.

"What a coincidence, I met a scholar who was the leading actor Cui Hongjian. The one who took shelter from the rain was Yan Chixia's apprentice. Could it be that today is the day when the plot begins?" Wu Ming was in a good mood, and as the owner of the house, Cui Hongjian obviously didn't think so.

You know, Cui Hongjian's house is not big, and there are no rooms like side rooms.

Now, two lodgers came here one after another, and Cui Hongjian couldn't help but said distressedly: "As a scholar, if someone comes to my house to hide from the rain, I welcome them with my arms up. But the conditions here are poor. If you are looking for a place to live, I'm afraid you can only live in the I feel wronged on the ground."

dong dong dong.
Just as Cui Hongjian finished speaking earlier, the knock on the door rang again, indicating that there was a third uninvited guest.

Now, Cui Hongjian was completely speechless.

He only has one main room here, and he doesn't run an inn, so why are there so many people staying overnight.

(End of this chapter)