The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Along the way, everyone was wandering and frolicking and teasing Gan Ting. When they reached the broken thatched hut, it was already sunset, and the evening wind was blowing, and the sky was full of sunset clouds that gently spread over the gentle and elegant young man.

Hmm... doesn't look all that suave either.

Fang Cun was limping and bouncing around, unable to beat and troublesome, so he had to run to save his life.

The old man in front of the hut squinted half of his eyes, looking at the idiot running in the distance. After watching for a long time, he finally realized the size of this idiot who was as cheerful as a frog.

When Fang Cun jumped in front of him, Ban Laoxia spoke first, "Why did you go there for so long?"

Fang Cun stopped the car, bent over and rubbed his knees, "The child is angry, I have to comfort him first."

Before he could speak poorly, he was hit on the head without pain.

Fang Cun rubbed his head in pain, turned his head and looked back, Gan Ting was standing leisurely behind him holding the scroll.

"Here." Gan Ting handed over the scroll.

Looking down at the familiar scroll, the old man reached out to take it in a strange way, "What is this?"

Ban Laoxia slowly undid the tether, unfolded the scroll, glanced at it roughly for a second, quickly put the scroll away, turned around and threw it to the ground angrily.

The ground was dug unevenly, and the shaft was made of high-quality jade, which slowly rolled into the newly dug coffin pit along the terrain.

The old man cursed bad luck, rolled up his sleeves and jumped into the pit aggressively, took out the scroll and stuffed it into Fang Cun's hand without any politeness.

The old man said irritably, "Go where you got it, don't block my eyes here."

He yelled that the square inch was unclear, so he unfolded the scroll full of black soil and filth, and measured it carefully.

In the painting is a macaque with a yellow body, and the ink on the ears and temples is very real. The fine brushwork and thick ink all tell the artist's superb skills, and he has painted a macaque vividly without any background.

Fang Cun remembered that the eunuch's nickname was Little Hozen, so he couldn't help asking, "Do you think the eunuch gave us this painting?"

The old blind seemed to be so angry, with his hands behind his back, Lao Gao, who was tilting his head up, didn't answer.

Fang Cun said again: "Don't worry, I just picked it up when I saw it by the stream."

The old man was half-believing and dubious: "Really?"

Fang Cun found that the old man was very big-hearted, he was always at ease and could easily trust others, so he nodded.

The old man believed it blindly, reached out to take back his painting and unfolded it again, stroking the stubble on his face and looking at the macaque he drew with disgust.

Fang Cun was curious and joined in the fun, "Why did you draw the prefect like this, he is recognized by the people of Xianyang as the most heroic and majestic prefect."

"Bah." The old man pointed sarcastically at the macaque in the painting, "Why do you think he is called a little hozen, Qin Wu is very selfish, he suffers from jaundice and itches all over his body, in order to drink carp soup to get rid of the jaundice, he does everything The killing of life has caused the carp in the city to be unclean, such a worthless person should not be a prefect, but an executioner!"

Fang Cun nodded, "I see..."

No wonder the little carp would repay his kindness. It turned out that the eunuch suffered from jaundice and turned yellow all over. He wanted to drink fish soup to get rid of the yellowness. Jiang He, half-old and blind, has saved many carps, and that red carp is one of them.

The old man felt that he was right, "So, you were all deceived by his pious appearance, he is just a superficial gentleman, pious, vicious, duplicitous, full of calculations, very sinister." .”

After all, things happened for a reason, and the prefect was not someone who wanted to kill. Fang Cun just wanted to defend the prefect.

Ban Laoxia suddenly raised his head, pointed at Fang Cun and said, "Same as you, very cunning!"

Gan Ting nodded beside him, expressing his agreement.

Ban Laoxia was very proud, "That's right, this little brother also thinks you are cunning."

Fang Cun became impatient, "Don't talk nonsense, I am the kindest person in the world."

The old man spat blindly on the ground, "Bah, you can just brag."

"Rude, I don't care about you." Fang Cun waved his hand, quickly ended the topic, and leaned closer to Gan Ting, "What's for dinner?"

Gan Ting didn't care, "Eat whatever you want."

Fang Cun thought for a while, and said, "How about stir-fried pork with green peppers?"

Ban Lao came out blindly, "Don't eat it, it's too spicy!"

"I asked about my Ting'er, but I didn't ask you." Fang Cun grinned threateningly, then turned his head and smiled at Gan Ting, "Stir-fry some vegetables, eating more vegetables is good for your health."

The old man shouted again: "Don't eat green vegetables! It's tasteless!"

Fang Cun gritted his back molars, crossed his arms, and turned his head to look at Ban Old Blind very warningly, Ban Old Blind was so intimidated by him, so honestly he didn't speak.

"It's such a happy decision."

Gan Ting reminded, "But it doesn't look like there's any meat here."

"Did you forget what I have?" Fang Cun looked at taking out a pen from his cuff, and waved it in front of Gan Ting with an air.

The old man who is blind and has an occupational disease can't see the brush, so he leaned over with bright eyes, "Where is this brush from?"

Fang Cun hid the pen, "This is not a paintbrush, it's called a fountain pen."

"Ah, well, well, pen, pen." The old man swallowed blindly, "Can you show me?"

Fang Cun said bluntly: "That can't be done, this thing is a treasure."

The old fools are going to be hooked away, "I'll just take a look, just take a look."

"reject."

Seeing that Fang Cun was soft and hard, the old man yelled, "Hurry up and cook! If you don't cook, you won't be paid!"

"Just do it." What a big deal.

The size of the square inch is a bit of a boast, and this dilapidated thatched hut has nothing but a rusty iron pot, a stove that hasn't been lit for a long time, and spider webs all over the wall.

He just sat on the low stool with a pen and wrote what he needed. Fortunately, there was no backlash for this ordinary writing tool, otherwise he would have died a hundred times.

As soon as Gan Ting came in, he saw Fang Cun bent over and writing something quickly, and took a step forward.

Fang Cun sensed someone coming in, looked up and saw that it was indeed Gan Ting, and immediately moved the small bench back again and again as if facing a formidable enemy.

Gan Ting just raised his eyebrows at his big movement, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to help."

Holding the small notebook, Fang Cun thought to himself that he must not be allowed to touch the things in the kitchen this time, and patiently persuaded him: "But there is nothing for you to do here now."

Gan Ting looked around the dilapidated surroundings, "Are you sure?"

"Then...then you should wash the dishes." Fang Cun's voice trembled, and he added, "Stay away from the pot, I'm afraid the oil will splash on you."

Stay away from the pot, I am afraid you will poison.

Gan Ting walked to the stove, picked up the vegetables and looked them up and down for a while, then said after a while: "There are bugs on it, do you want to kill them?"

"How... kill?"

Gan Ting put his fingers together, and the weak lightning strikes trembled at his fingertips.

Fang Cun seemed to see the little bugs on the green vegetables scurrying around with their heads in their arms, and quickly grabbed his hand to stop it, begging: "It's good to wash it, wash it with water."