There's something wrong with my master.

"And it's both homely and salty."

He complained about his own personality, seeming somewhat dissatisfied.

It is obvious that the calligraphy and painting shop is doing good business. If it operates well and makes it famous, it can make more money.

But he felt satisfied with the current situation.

Obviously, the question of who he is is a very serious one, but he is just prepared to go with the flow.

I turned over in bed, trying to recall some memories of the past in my empty mind.

But after recalling for a while, he realized that his memory seemed to start from the incident in the granary.

As for memories that are a little further away, no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember them.

"I still have amnesia?"

Anyway, he seems to have a lot of problems.

But… having too much debt is not a problem.

With this laziness in mind, a slight snoring sound came from the bed.

The next day, the door of the calligraphy and painting shop opened on time.

After all, there were only a few people except the noble lady Yun Liuyu who bought his calligraphy and paintings without asking for the price.

When there are more customers, the store will be bustling, like a vegetable market.

Although Yunliu really wanted to reply with “It’s up to you to buy it or not”, it would make him seem very cool.

But in the end, he still responded to this group of people from time to time.

It was not until the afternoon that he finally met someone who would not bargain.

It's an old man.

He had a long white beard and his eyebrows fell to his chin.

"This word..."

"This word..."

The old man glanced at the calligraphy and painting, then glanced at Yun Liu.

"That's a good word!"

"Pretty good!"

He held it in for a long while, finally uttering these two sentences, then he took out a large silver ingot from his arms.

"You don't need so much silver."

"need."

The old man's tone was very affirmative, and then he looked at Yun Liu for a long while.

After walking out the door, he muttered softly.

"Did you come here to collect debts?"

It was just a few hundred years ago when he got a few paintings and calligraphy for free. Why is this person so stingy?

As the old man was thinking this, he turned into a streak of light on the street and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, several springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed.

On the busy streets, calligraphy and painting shops are always quietly open, adding a touch of cultural atmosphere to this bustling scene.

Yun Liu often visited the Lin residence and ate and drank for free, so he got to know Zhu Weiquan, who also ate and drank for free at the Yun residence.

This guy is a habitual seeker of free things. After getting to know Yunliu, he often comes to try to get Yunliu's calligraphy and paintings.

They said that it was not good to have violence and killing when having a daughter, and that one should decorate the home into a scholarly family and bring up the daughter to be a lady from a noble family.

Yunliu has never let this guy succeed.

If you want calligraphy and paintings, just pay for them.

Until one day, Zhu Weiquan brought two jars of wine and drank with Yun Liu in the calligraphy and painting shop for most of the day.

When they were drunk, they sat on the doorstep with their arms around each other, watching the people passing by.

“It flows.”

"Ok?"

"Are you thinking of getting married?"

"Why...why...you ask that?" Yun Liu was holding the jar of wine, his face red, and he was stuttering a little from drinking.

"You were staring at a girl just now." Zhu Weiquan glanced at the girl passing by with a subtle look and said in a low voice.

"Is there...?" Yun Liu looked in the direction Zhu Weiquan was looking. He blinked, his eyes were hazy and he couldn't see clearly.

I drank too much and saw double when I looked at things.

However, I couldn't see the face and figure clearly, but I could see the skin color clearly.

"Too dark... a bit."

Bang.

He put down the jar of wine and burped.

"Hiccup~"

Zhu Weiquan, who was standing next to him, smiled obscenely when he heard this.

"Liu, you don't understand this. Black chicken soup is very nutritious, don't you know?"

"...?"

Yun Liu took a long time to react and raised his finger to point at Zhu Weiquan.

"Behind the scenes... to plot against others... that's not nice."

"She is a young lady from a brothel, it's not a plot."

"Oh, that's how it is."

The two continued drinking.

As Yun Liu was drinking, a stack of papers suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhu Weiquan, whose face was also red from drinking, was grinding ink with an inkstone.

Yunliu was drunk and got excited. He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the white paper.

Zhu Weiquan, who was standing by, seemed very proud when he saw this.

These people who are good at writing poetry are all the same. After drinking a little, they can't tell the difference between north and south.

In short, it is impossible to give money.

At worst, I can take Yunliu with me and find two black chickens to replenish my body.

Zhu Weiquan picked up the calligraphy and paintings on the ground one by one, and then dried them with his internal energy.

At night, seeing Yunliu gradually waking up, Zhu Weiquan simply slipped away.

Yun Liu looked at the messy calligraphy and painting shop and rubbed his still dizzy head.

"This old guy."

I slowly tidied up the calligraphy and painting shop, feeling regretful that I had met the wrong person.

Early in the morning of the next day, Yunliu knocked on the door of the Zhu family, preparing to eat and drink for free at the Zhu family for the time being.

Want to get his calligraphy and paintings for free?

impossible.

Bang bang bang.

The knock on the door lasted a long time.

After a while, the sound of footsteps was heard and the door opened to the inside.

A little head popped out from the crack in the door.

She was a pretty little girl wearing a pink dress, with two pigtails and holding a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Uncle Yun."

The little girl hid the bottle behind her and cried out sweetly.

"It's Yaoyao."

Yunliu fiddled with the girl's ponytails and joked with her.

The little girl’s surname is Tao, her name is Tao Yaoyao, and she is not yet three years old.

As for why the surname is Tao instead of Zhu, I heard that it is the custom in Mrs. Zhu’s hometown.

The child will take the surname of the couple who has better martial arts skills.

For this reason, Zhu Weiquan, whose martial arts skills had stagnated for many years, was forced to continue practicing martial arts.

After making sure that he could beat his wife to the ground, Taozi became pregnant again.

"You are a little girl, you can't drink alcohol."

Yunliu squatted down and snatched the wine bottle that Tao Yaoyao was hiding behind her.

When I picked it up, I found that it did not contain wine, but a peeled hard-boiled egg.

He shook the mouth of the bottle and found that it was too small for the egg to come out.

After looking at Tao Yaoyao who was swallowing her saliva, he understood what was going on.

The little girl must have stuffed the egg into the wine bottle and couldn't take it out.

"Go with uncle."

"Oh."

He came to Zhu's kitchen as if he knew the place well and boiled some hot water.

After the hot water boiled, he picked up the ladle and poured the hot water onto the wine bottle.

As the hot water was poured in, the white and tender eggs slid out of the bottle mouth, making a crisp sound.

boo.

Yun Liu caught the egg with a plate, and naturally received the admiring gaze of the little girl Tao Yaoyao.

"Uncle Yun."

"Ah."

"When I can't poop, can I pour boiling water on my head and then I can poop?"

"……Hahaha……"

Yun Liu tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Although these days are a bit muddled, they are still... quite interesting.

After scratching the little girl's nose and looking at her confused eyes, he patiently explained that people and bottles are different.

……

……

Yun Mansion.

Li Yue walked lazily to the backyard.

"Master's Wife, is Master here?"

"I'm in retreat. What's up?"

Lin Xi was sitting on the swing under the peach tree. Upon hearing this, he opened his arms and stretched his waist, looking like he had just woken up.

The little loli sword spirit lay lazily in her arms, saliva dripping slowly from the corner of her mouth.

On the bed in the inner room, Yun Changsheng, wearing only his underwear, closed his eyes and did not move at all.