Qi Guanshou heard that the academy mentioned by Lin Zhihuang was referring to He Academy, and he also heard the unselfish meaning in her words.

Lin Zhihuang's intention is very clear. She will normalize this paper so that it can be used by everyone regardless of poverty or poverty.

Qi Guanshou turned his eyes and met Lin Zhihuang's gaze, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You do have great ambitions."

After finishing his words, Qi Guanshou said no more. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and started painting.

While Qi Guanshou was painting, Lin Zhihuang took Liang Fengyuan and others away to chat and wait.

More than half an hour later, Qi Guanshou handed the finished painting to Lin Zhihuang.

Lin Zhihuang raised his hand to take the painting, glanced at the content, closed the painting calmly, and chuckled: "Brother Qi's painting skills are really vivid, no wonder the business is booming."

Qi Guanshou smiled elegantly and nodded: "Thank you."

Huang Qijin took a step forward and very politely put ten taels of silver into the wooden box beside the calligraphy and painting stall.

Afterwards, Lin Zhihuang, who had received the painting, did not stay any longer and left with Liang Fengyuan and his party.

After Lin Zhihuang and his party moved away from Qi Guanshou's calligraphy and painting stall, Li Shang finally couldn't help it and asked curiously: "Lord, where are we going now? Parading?"

"Meet Mr. Linfang." Lin Zhihuang said happily as he shook his fan.

"Isn't Mr. Linfang not on Boshan Mountain now?"

Li Shang had just listened clearly to the conversation between Lin Zhihuang and Qi Guanshou. Mr. Linfang had now made it clear that he was abandoning his apprentice and had escaped by himself.

Where can the Lord go to find Mr. Linfang now?

"Did you find out the whereabouts of Mr. Linfang?"

After Li Shang finished speaking, he shook his head first. If so, how could the lord just go to find Qi Guanshou and deal with him first?

Lin Zhihuang smiled with interest and unfolded the painting in his hand to show Li Shang: "Of course the apprentice who was thrown out by Mr. Linfang quit and informed me of his whereabouts."

When Li Shang saw the painting in Lin Zhihuang's hand, he immediately staggered and almost tripped over himself. After he regained his balance, he coughed violently.

Liang Feng lowered his eyes expressionlessly and looked at Lin Zhihuang's unfolded painting. His thin lips twitched slightly and hesitantly said: "This is...Mr. Linfang?"

Seeing Liang Feng's reaction, Huang Qijin also became curious. He took a step forward and looked at the painting unfolded in Lin Zhihuang's hands. He couldn't help laughing immediately.

"This Mr. Qi looks like a fairy, but he is actually a funny person inside, hahahaha! He really knows how to bury his own master, haha!" Huang Qijin turned red after seeing the painting.

I saw that the painting unfolded in Lin Zhihuang's hand showed a man with a beautiful beard, extremely thick and dark hair, about forty years old, and dressed like a farmer.

This man was holding a huge roast chicken in his arms and was chewing it hard, with a very happy expression on his face.

The roasted chicken that the man was holding in his arms was painted by Qi Guanshou and had a particularly oily feel. The man's mouth and clothes were stained with the scorched fat dripping from the roasted chicken.

Just by looking at this painting, without others telling me, who would know that this painting depicts a highly respected gentleman?

Even a glutton who has been refined for thousands of years would not be able to show such a gluttonous attitude when enjoying delicious food.

After Li Shang coughed violently, he trembled his fingers to hold the painting, and said in disbelief: "Is this... is this really Mr. Linfang?"

The image of a famous teacher in Li Shang's mind was rapidly disillusioned, and he couldn't help but make a final struggle: "I heard that Mr. Linfang is already fifty-eight years old. The man in this painting looks like he is no more than forty years old, which obviously doesn't match his age!"

"Sui Langjun, that Qi Guanshou may have painted randomly and is deceiving you!" Li Shang said flatly.

Huang Qijin shook his head and said with a voice hoarse from laughter: "I heard Mr. Yang say before that Mr. Linfang is very well-maintained and looks like he is no more than forty years old. This is consistent with the man eating roast chicken in this painting."

Li Shang still refused to believe it and turned to look at Lin Zhihuang.

Lin Zhihuang said with a smile: "Qi Guanshou sets up a stall to sell paintings and has set so many rules. If the customer like me follows the rules, he, the stall owner, will never break the rules. How can he paint other people's paintings to fool Yu?

I?"

This is a matter of integrity. No matter how much Qi Guanshou does not want to be recruited by her, he will not do this.

Li Shang's shoulders slumped, and the master he once dreamed of became a gluttonous spirit in reality.

"Maybe Qi Langjun's painting was a bit exaggerated." Lin Zhihuang raised his hand and patted Li Shang's slumped shoulder.

After hearing this, Li Shang regained some vitality, turned around and pulled a local citizen on the street, and asked: "Brother, do you know where in this county sells the most delicious roast chicken?"

The local people who were pulled out by Li Shang snored exaggeratedly when they saw the outsider asking this question, and then said with pride: "Speaking of this roast chicken, of course the roast chicken in Denghu Restaurant is the most delicious! How many are there?

Travelers who come to Fanhu County just want to taste this delicious food..."

When Li Shang heard this, he immediately thanked the common man and returned to Lin Zhihuang.

Seeing that it was almost lunch time, Lin Zhihuang and others didn't delay any more. They asked about the location of Denghu Restaurant and went there to find the person.

"Is he that person?"

As soon as Lin Zhihuang and others entered the Denghu Restaurant, Huang Qijin's sharp eyes saw the person Qi Guanshou painted by the window in the lobby on the first floor.

As expected, Mr. Linfang was holding the roast chicken with both hands, dressed as a farmer, and was enjoying the roast chicken with his mouth full of oil...

The fat from the roasted chicken flowed down Mr. Linfang's fingers to his wrist. Before it could continue to extend toward the inside of the cuff, Mr. Linfang took the lead in using his tongue to block the way of the fat.

Lin Zhihuang: "..." Ha... Ha... Mr. Linfang, the first painting by Qi Guan, is really lifelike.

Liang Fengyuan: "..." This is... Master's senior brother?

Huang Qijin: "..." Eating is so dirty... Your lord won't follow suit, right?

Li Shang: "..." No, this is not the Mr. Linfang that I really want to visit!

Mr. Linfang obviously didn't understand the collapse when others saw him eating chicken, and in full view of everyone, he put his greasy hand in his mouth and shook it fiercely.

When the waiter saw Lin Zhihuang and his entourage entering the restaurant, he hurriedly stepped forward and greeted: "We have some distinguished guests. There are private seats upstairs. Please come over here!"

Lin Zhihuang was dressed like a gentleman, with rich brocade clothes and a paper fan with a gold handle. He looked like he was rich or noble. The shop clerk led these people to the private room upstairs with great eyes.

Lin Zhihuang shook his head, pointed to the free space at Mr. Linfang's table with the paper fan in his hand, and said slowly: "It's not elegant, I want to share a table in the lobby today."

Although the waiter was surprised that Lin Zhihuang, an aristocratic gentleman, wanted to dine in the lobby on the first floor, he also knew that customers come first, so he didn't ask any more questions and quickly led the customer to the seat he indicated.

Lin Zhihuang and his party were taken to Mr. Linfang's table by the shop assistant. Before Lin Zhihuang and others sat down, the shop assistant cleverly wiped the table and chairs with a rag hanging around his neck.

After asking someone to sit down, I asked him to sit down.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"For the roast chicken he's eating, give me three first." Lin Zhihuang casually pointed to Mr. Linfang, who was sitting opposite and was concentrating on eating roast chicken, and said to the waiter with interest.
Chapter completed!