The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

Because she was grateful, the second son's wife worked exceptionally hard, taking on all the dirty and tiring tasks, and was as energetic as an ox.

She also told Su Qianqian about Old Mrs. Su's secret.

But she didn't know much. She only overheard the old lady saying that the third son wasn't her biological son, but she didn't know the specifics.

Su Qianqian finally solved a mystery. She had always thought that the old house's attitude towards the third branch was strange. It turned out that her father really wasn't the old lady's biological son.

No wonder the old lady always mistreated the third wife; now everything makes sense.

I don't know if my father's biological parents were poor or rich. But it doesn't really matter. Even if they were poor, she can afford to raise him now. The key is what kind of people they are. It's hard to say right now.

Su Qianqian silently noted this matter down, intending not to tell her father yet. After all, her father and mother were both honest and timid people, and they might not be able to sleep at night if they knew about this. She decided to wait until the matter was thoroughly investigated before telling her.

The lights were on in the backyard of Gu Ji's house, where Su Qianqian now draws sketches of the human trafficker Zhu Laosan every night.

The drawings that were already completed were taken by Xu Ruoxuan and posted in the inn. Now she plans to draw more and post them in Gu's Restaurant tomorrow, asking the customers who come to eat to help provide clues about Zhu Laosan.

All of this was done in order to capture Zhu Laosan as soon as possible.

When the time comes, as long as Zhu Laosan reveals his relationship with Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng will be linked to human traffickers, which will inevitably ruin his path to the imperial examinations.

Fang Cheng is already a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations). To completely cut off the path to officialdom for those who most want to take the imperial examinations would be the true way to kill someone and destroy their spirit.

The more Su Qianqian drew, the more adept she became, and she felt that her sketching skills had improved considerably.

Before time travel, when I was in college, I often used my spare time to set up a stall on the street and draw portraits for passersby to earn tuition and living expenses.

After transmigrating, I found myself living a life free from worries about food and clothing. I no longer needed to rely on my painting skills for a living, but the skills I had learned had a new use: to paint human traffickers.

After Lin, the head constable, was promoted to head constable in Pengcheng, he made a special trip back twice to describe the characteristics of the criminals so that she could draw two wanted posters. It is said that the two serious criminals have been caught, but there is still no news about the human trafficker Zhu Laosan.

The maid Xiangming picked at the lamp wick with a needle and advised, "Miss, it's getting late, you should rest."

Fragrant tea was a gift from Gong Yu. Ever since the day she tore Gong Yu's shirt to treat her wound, Gong Yu said that the two of them had been intimate and insisted on treating her as his fiancée.

Sigh, it's all because of those eight-pack abs.

Before time travel, if one were to take every woman one saw, even three palaces and six courtyards wouldn't be enough to contain them all.

Think about the female doctors and nurses in hospitals who treat external injuries, and the women who have patronized clubs. If you had to take responsibility just for looking at them, you'd all have harems of them.

Gong Yu sent the person over the day before yesterday, and also gave two boxes of jewelry, some set with cat's eye stones, some with pearls, and some with pigeon blood stones.

Inside the box was a letter. True to his nature, the letter was very brief: "What others have, you must also have."

The words are very simple, but they are very comforting to read.

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Xu Ruoxian's older brother, Xu Ruofeng, is currently serving as the second accountant at both the inn and Gu's Restaurant, while the head accountant is Su Qianqian herself.

Xu Ruofeng also learned some very simple arithmetic methods from Su Qianqian and learned the Arabic numerals that Miss Su mentioned. His calculation efficiency improved by more than 10 times. He was especially grateful to his sister for introducing him to Su, the owner of Gu's restaurant.

In the future, when he travels to other places to study, with his bookkeeping skills, he will definitely not have to worry about food and drink, and his poor parents will no longer have to worry about their son not having money to eat.

And it can also help sponsor my dad.

I feel like I've hit the jackpot to come to Qinghe County and become Su Dongjia's employee.

As Xu Ruofeng sat at the inn's counter calculating accounts, he casually glanced up at the newly registered guests and was immediately dumbfounded.

The newcomer had silver hair and a silver beard, with a beard a foot long, but his eyes were extremely clear. He also had a square jade seal hanging at his waist.

He had met this important figure before.

Xu Ruofeng pointed at the old man's back and said, "Little sister, do you know who that old man is? It'll scare you to death if I tell you."

"Who is it?"

Vivian Hsu doesn't think she'll be scared.

In her eyes, the most powerful person was none other than Su Dongjia; no one could compare to him.

"Sister, let me tell you, this old man is none other than the renowned painter Master Ouyang, famous throughout the four countries. Master Ouyang's paintings are priceless, and royal families from various countries are eager to acquire them. Moreover, Master Ouyang is also a master calligrapher; his calligraphy is comparable to that of Grand Secretary Liang, and the two are known as the two masters of calligraphy."

Although Xu Ruofeng had already passed the imperial examination, he preferred painting to writing essays. When he traveled to study abroad, he made a special trip to the capital to watch the painting master paint on site, which is why he was so familiar with the painting master.

The painting master was the person he admired most.

Upon hearing her brother's words, Xu Ruoxian jumped up excitedly. She had casually suggested to Su Dongjia that they open an inn together to earn a small living. Unexpectedly, not only was the business booming, but the inn also attracted a painting master who was famous throughout the four kingdoms.

So Su Dongjia is really something, he even managed to attract the painting master.

"Then what are you waiting for, brother? Hurry up and help the painting master upstairs!"

"Little sister, you don't understand. Older people are the most unwilling to admit defeat. Offering help to others will only disgust the painting master."

Xu Ruofeng was wondering why his sister insisted that he get along well with the painting master when he heard Xu Ruoxuan say, "Brother, you should go over there quickly. After you've built up a good relationship, have the painting master paint a picture for you and give it to Su Dongjia."

Xu Ruofeng understood. Ever since his sister met Su Dongjia, she had no eyes for anyone but Miss Su.

He was sent to curry favor with the painting master, all in order to help Miss Su obtain a painting.

"Sister, don't even dream about giving me a painting. It's very difficult to get a work by the Painting Master because he has a strange temper. No matter how high the price, he might not sell it to you."

Mr. Ouyang was climbing the stairs, intending to go to the guest room on the second floor, when he saw a painting at the corner of the stairs.

The paper used for this painting is very ordinary. It depicts a chubby man, but the painting is extremely skillful. I have never seen anyone paint a figure so realistically and three-dimensionally.

In the Great Qi Dynasty, the focus of figure painting was on capturing the spirit of the subject. No one could create a portrait that was indistinguishable from the real person, which made this painting quite special.

If you look closely, there's no signature or seal in the blank space of the painting, but instead, three words that completely ruin the scene are written: "Wanted Criminal".

What a waste!

Ouyang Dajia stood at the corner of the stairs for a full hour without blinking.

Xu Ruofeng thought something had happened to the Painting Sage, as he hadn't moved an inch in an hour.

He quickly climbed to the corner of the stairs and asked with concern, "Mr. Ouyang, are you alright?"

Mr. Ouyang stared fervently at the small portraits on the wall, exclaiming loudly, "What a wonderful painting! What a wonderful painting!"

Xu Ruofeng then noticed that there was a portrait pasted on the corner of the stairs.

He usually just helps with accounting at the counter and lives in a free room on the first floor, sharing a room with several other waiters. He has never been to the second floor, so he has never seen the picture pasted on the corner of the stairs.

Upon closer inspection, Xu Ruofeng realized that although the man in the painting was far from handsome, the painting technique was truly outstanding. To be able to depict a person so realistically, there was no other like it in the entire world.

No wonder the Sage of Painting was so surprised; he never expected that such a great figure could come from such a small county as Qinghe.

From then on, in addition to the old master painter, he had another person to admire.

Since it was posted in the inn, my sister should know who drew it.

I'll have to ask my sister about it later.

When it was time to eat, Mr. Ouyang was still standing at the corner of the stairs, his eyes bright and alert.

Xu Ruofeng had been standing to the side for a long time. He admired Mr. Ouyang very much. He truly deserved to be called the Sage of Painting. His passion for excellent paintings was so great that it was no wonder that Master Ouyang had achieved what he had today.

If Xu Ruofeng had half of Ouyang Dajia's obsession, he might be quite famous by now.

Xu Ruofeng felt a little sorry for him; the old master painter must be very tired from standing for so long.

He heard from his sister that there was a portrait in the drawer that hadn't been posted yet, so he borrowed the portrait from his sister and presented it to Ouyang the Painting Master with both hands.

"Mr. Ouyang, please take it back to your guest room and read it at your leisure. You can return it when you're done."

Mr. Ouyang carried the small portrait into the guest room and stayed there all day without coming out.

Xu Ruofeng was worried that Ouyang Dajia might have something serious about her from hunger, so he knocked on the door and went inside to check on her. He found that Ouyang Dajia was fine, had not fainted from hunger, and was still in good spirits.