A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 32 Touch

Duan Rong returned to the antique street.

He first pretended to stroll leisurely to the entrance of the alley where he had killed someone before. He found that there were several stall owners setting up their stalls with calm expressions near the entrance.

It had been several days since he committed the murder.

Thinking back to that day, the four men's attire and accents showed that they were not from this county. They suddenly died in that remote alley, and I'm afraid even their identities cannot be confirmed.

And there was no victim to file a complaint. How could the government take it seriously?

If there are no victims, who will they eat?

The body might have been taken to the funeral home and burned that day.

The law and order in Kyushu continent is quite chaotic, and it is normal for someone to die occasionally.

These people just disappeared from this world, and there was only one more unsolved case in the yamen. It was probably recorded in just a few lines on the document on the desk of the chief constable.

Duan Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked back and forth on the antique street.

He has decided to spend a few days thoroughly scouring the street to see how much gold can be found in the mud.

Anyway, now he can only practice Zhuang Gong for an hour and a half every day, so he has plenty of free time to devote to the business of picking up leaks...

Three days later, Duan Rong, with a gloomy face and a somewhat depressed look, straightened his aching waist from a stall at the end of an antique street.

You know, his waist, which has been tempered by standing meditation, is not to say that it has been tempered a thousand times, but at least it is well-trained.

But at this moment, I couldn't bear it anymore.

The main thing is that Duan Rong was too aggressive!
In three days, he searched almost the entire antique street, and his way of searching required him to touch every item.

During these three days, Duan Rong got a nickname in the Antique Street, which was called "Touch It".

The stall owners were a little resistant to Duan Rong at first, but after three days, he had already become famous and the stall owners just treated him as a joke and let him do what he wanted.

Anyway, he doesn't steal or rob, he just touches it in front of you openly.

"Did you enjoy it?" The owner of the last stall chuckled when he saw Duan Rong standing up.

But Duan Rong was extremely depressed at the moment and had no time to talk nonsense with him.

In the entire antique street, there was not a single authentic item except for the painting of a lady by Fan Yunlin that I found a few days ago.

“A bunch of scumbags!”

Duan Rong was quite dissatisfied with the stall owners on Antique Street.

Duan Rong suddenly thought of a story he had learned in his previous life. The story was called "Waiting for the Rabbit by the Tree", which seemed to come from Han Feizi's "Five Vermin".

"There was a farmer in Song who had a field. There was a bush in his field. A rabbit ran into the bush and broke its neck, dying. So he abandoned his hoe and waited for the bush, hoping to catch the rabbit again. But he could not catch the rabbit, and he became a laughing stock in Song."

At this moment, Duan Rong felt that he was the farmer who waited for the rabbit to come to him. Not only did he fail to catch the rabbit, but his farmland was also left barren.

Three days wasted in vain!
Duan Rong walked out of the antique street exhausted both physically and mentally, and sat down in a beef soup shop not far from the street.

Duan Rong ordered a bowl of beef soup and two sesame cakes. He poured a large spoonful of chili oil into the soup and started to eat it with a slurp.

Duan Rong was eating and sweating profusely when he suddenly saw a stall across the street.

He was a thin middle-aged man dressed like a scholar, who was helping someone write a letter.

Behind the scholar's stall, there were some calligraphy and paintings hanging, which seemed to be written and painted by him.

Most of those paintings were portraits, with ladies with bold and graceful manners and warriors wielding swords and guns. They all looked quite lively from a distance...

At this time, sitting in front of his stall was an old woman wearing a headscarf, holding a vegetable basket in her hands.

Duan Rong looked at it for a while. The thin scholar who was writing a letter with his head down suddenly had an idea and shouted again: "I am really too smart!"

"You have seen paintings of ladies, but have you ever seen Photoshop?" "What is industrial upgrading? What is a new business model?"

"What is dimensionality reduction attack?"

"Awesome!"

Duan Rong jumped up from his seat excitedly and accidentally dropped the soup bowl to the ground. With a bang, both the soup and the bowl were broken into pieces.

"Ouch, my bowl!" The proprietress walked over angrily, twisting her waist like a bucket, wiped her hands on her apron, and looked at Duan Rong with anger. "You are such a grown-up, why are you still so irritable?"

Duan Rong smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Calm down, boss lady. I was careless for a moment. I accept the punishment! Here is one penny of silver. Please keep it and clean it up."

Duan Rong stuffed a penny into the proprietress's hand, then ran out of the soup shop impatiently and headed towards the antique street.

Duan Rong was not being generous, he just didn't have the time to waste with the proprietress, and the smallest change in his pocket was a penny.

"Hurrying to collect the bodies!" The proprietress spat and cursed at Duan Rong as he ran away. She lowered her head and looked at her hand, and sure enough, there was a silver nugget worth one penny. She immediately laughed and said, "This man is honest, but too reckless. He has no calmness and is not a man who can live a good life!"

As the proprietress said this, she put the change in her sleeves, picked up a broom, and swept the broken pieces of bowl on the ground into the dustpan.

The lady boss made a penny for free, and she was in a good mood immediately, even her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm...

At this time, it was almost dusk and the stall owners on Antique Street had begun to pack up their stalls and prepare to go home.

Duan Rong pushed through the bustling crowd and quickly rushed to a stall in the middle of the street.

The stall owner was a middle-aged fat man with a mustache, and looked a bit like Bao Bu Tong.

Duan Rong rushed over and immediately started searching in the painting jar next to the stall.

"Damn, touch it, why are you back again?" The stall owner was packing up his things, and when he turned around, he saw Duan Rong who was in a panic.

Duan Rong said nothing, just searching in the painting jar. Suddenly, his face lit up with joy and he said, "Found it!"

Duan Rong opened the painting and saw that it was a rather gorgeous painting titled Night Banquet of Ladies.

There are seven or eight ladies in the painting, some lying, some sitting, some petting cats or waving fans, each with a different look and graceful figure.

In fact, this painting, in terms of artistic standards, is not top-notch, let alone a masterpiece.

But it suits the aesthetic taste of the general public, and hanging it in the bedroom is also a kind of elegance.

Duan Rong didn't have time to appreciate it at this moment. He looked at the set of data floating in front of him and smiled slightly.

Object: A Night Banquet of Ladies
Spirit Level: Level 1

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 1 (satisfied)

Devouring effect: elementary level of painting skills.

"Boy, you have good taste. In my opinion, this painting is a top-notch one. Look at the brushstrokes and the appearance. Look at this girl, her skin is as white and tender as a peeled onion." The wretched stall owner with a moustache said this with an obscene and lustful look in his eyes.

"Swallow!" Duan Rong ignored the stall owner and just silently said in his heart.

Then, he rolled up his hands and put the painting back into the painting jar, saying, "This painting looks like a pornographic picture. It's not good for your health!"

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he turned and left.

The stall owner was slightly startled, his face turned red, and he muttered, "You...you...what nonsense are you talking about! I'm married!"

The stall owner wanted to explain a few more words, but found that Duan Rong had already walked away.

He saw Duan Rong coming back and thought he could make a deal, but he didn't expect that after touching it, he would definitely not buy it.

Just touch it and don’t buy it, it’s totally free!
But the stall owner still felt it was a little strange. How could this guy pick out his favorite thing just by touching it without opening the painting? "Weird people are evil!"

(End of this chapter)