The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 26

[Chapter 26 Painting]

Xiuer now understood what Fang Xiu wanted to do.

A blush appeared on her pretty face, and she happily ran back to the house to get pen and ink.

Fang Xiu’s painting skills are indeed good, but they are not ink paintings, but some basic simple drawings.

In his previous life, in order to raise money for school fees, he had tried all kinds of jobs, including being a tutor and tutoring elementary school students. It was at that time that he developed the skill of drawing simple figures.

In the room, Xiu’er stood beside the table sharpening her ink in a pretty way. Fang Xiu put the lantern on the table and fixed it. He already had a rough picture in his mind.

Thin lines took shape under the pen, and soon a woman wearing palace clothes appeared.

The woman holds a smart jade rabbit in her arms, and behind her is a fairy palace.

With just a few strokes, a magnificent picture of Guanghan Palace was sketched out.

Xiu’er stood on tiptoes and looked at the lanterns with her almond-shaped eyes.

As the picture on the lantern gradually took shape, her smart eyes widened, as if she had seen something unquestionable.

She never imagined that…

just some simple lines could form a lifelike picture.

Holding the painted lantern, the little maid walked out of the yard happily.

As soon as she walked out of the yard, she saw a handsome girl not much older than him walking towards her.

“Miss Zhao”

Xiuer’s face was filled with a satisfied smile, she looked at the girl, waved and said hello.

Zhao Yan nodded, looked at the lantern in her hand, and asked doubtfully: “Xiu’er, what is that?”

Xiu’er happily raised the lantern and said, “The young master painted the lantern for me.”

“He can also paint? “

Zhao Yan curled her lips, obviously disdainful of the painting skills of Fang Xiu, a playboy and prodigal.

Seeing her expression, Xiu’er hurriedly defended her young master and said, “The young master is a scholar and a very good painter.”

“No matter how good he is at painting, can he be better than the painters of the Hanlin Academy?”

Zhao Yan said casually.

When Xiu’er heard this, her eyes became a little dim, she lowered her head and said nothing.

She wanted to defend her young master, but she didn’t know what to say.

Although the madam and the young master dote on her, she is just a little maid who has never seen the world. She is naturally different from a young lady from a wealthy family like Miss Zhao.

In her opinion, the paintings the young master made for her were already very good, but compared with the painters beside His Majesty the Emperor, they were definitely not as good as before. Seeing

Xiu’er’s expression gloomy, Zhao Yan had a trace of panic on her pretty face, and she took a step forward. He held her hand and said: “Next year on the Lantern Festival, I will beg my father to let the best painter in the capital paint for you. You can paint whatever you want.”

Xiu’er shook her head slightly and whispered. : “Xiu’er thinks that the young master’s paintings are the best.”

Zhao Yan looked at the little maid helplessly, feeling a little depressed.

I really don’t know what’s so good about that guy that makes the little maid admire him so much. In order to make up for

her previous mistakes, Zhao Yan pretended to

be

interested and said, “Can I see your young master’s paintings?”

“Yes.”

A painting she had never seen before appeared before her eyes. Although

“this”

was different from the ink paintings in the palace, Zhao Yan couldn’t tell what was wrong with this seemingly simple painting composed of lines.

In fact, when she saw this kind of painting for the first time, she had no other thoughts except that it looked good.

A trace of disbelief appeared on the girl’s pretty face, and as time went by, a look of surprise and envy gradually emerged.

Xiu’er couldn’t help but feel proud when she saw the change in her expression.

Let you laugh at the young master, now it’s okay, you were scared by the young master, right?

After the little maid left the yard, Fang Xiu returned to his recliner, lazily basking in the sun.

Bai Xiaochun walked in from outside the yard and saw Fang Xiu. He hurriedly stepped forward, half-crouched next to the reclining chair, and whispered: “Master, I’m here.”

Fang Xiu closed his eyes and asked casually: “The banknote from last time, How much is left?”

Bai Xiaochun thought for a moment and said, “It’s less than three thousand taels.”

Fang Xiu said, “Take out one thousand taels and exchange it for silver. In addition, let’s spread the news that the Lantern Festival will be held in Gujing Street tomorrow. Anyone can participate in the three-day lantern festival, and the prizes will be huge.”

“Yes, Master,”

Bai Xiaochun said respectfully immediately.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, “Are you ready with all the things I asked you to prepare a few days ago?”

Bai Xiaochun said, “They have been placed in another courtyard.”

“Yes.”

Fang Xiu nodded. Nodding, he got up from the recliner and walked to the other courtyard.

Bai Xiaochun hurriedly followed.

Fang Xiu walked to the other courtyard and saw several large jars of wine placed in the courtyard.

He stepped forward and opened the wine jar, and a strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils.

On the side, Bai Xiaochun showed a flattering smile on his face and introduced: “Master, this is Yangjiang Spring, a specialty of Yuezhou. It is already the strongest wine we can find in the capital.”

Fang Xiu nodded and said, “This kind of wine Buy a few more jars of wine and store them in the mansion.”

Bai Xiaochun was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and whispered: “Master, all the Yangjiang spring in the capital is here. We need to transport wine from Yuezhou, I’m afraid it will have to wait until spring. Okay.”

Fang Xiu thought for a while and said, “As long as it’s a strong drink like this, you can buy as much as you can. I’ll go to the accounting office later and get another thousand taels of silver.”

After a pause, he asked again, “Let me .

What about the pot you asked the blacksmith to make? “

Distilled wine, of course, is not simply heated in a pot.

If the temperature is too high, the alcohol and water will evaporate together, and what is obtained after condensation is still low-concentration alcohol, which cannot achieve the purification effect.

So he asked Bai Xiaochun to find a blacksmith in advance to make a special iron pot as a simple distillation device.

“It’s in the house. Go get it here, little one.”

Bai Xiaochun hurriedly rushed into the house, and after a while, he brought back a large iron pot.

Looking at the ring of fat on his body that was shaking from running, Fang Xiu couldn’t help but remind him: “It’s time for you to lose weight too.”

(End of Chapter)