This was the first time Liu Sisi had heard of Jiang Ning's views, and she had seen a lot. None of those high-ranking officials, noble men, and talented people had the same thoughts as Jiang Ning's.

"Earn money by yourself?" Liu Sisi paused: "Having said that, after all, people's words are scary..."

"What do people fear? The Tao of Confucius and Mencius was respected only in the Western Han Dynasty. Is it possible that if you are afraid of other people's words, you will not adhere to true morality? This is the truth. If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening." Jiang Ning explained: "As long as you have it.

After enough analysis, if you have made the right decision, you should stick to it."

The birth of truth is often accompanied by many doubts. It was before, and it is still now. For emerging things, as long as they involve interests, there will be disputes. When there are disputes, there will be opposition voices, but often

Those who persevere will achieve final victory.

This is true for feudal rule's victory over slavery, and this is also true for the emergence of capitalism in later generations. If you don't persist, someone will come behind you with a whip or a stick to tell you that this is right.

"Zichuan's ideas are different from others..." Liu Sisi smiled slightly.

"Oh? What's the difference?" Jiang Ning also smiled.

The atmosphere was very easy-going. It was clear that the two of them had not seen each other for two months, but they were like old friends who saw each other every day. They spoke without any worries. There was no need to worry about whether the other party would be angry or unhappy.

, just say whatever comes to mind, this feeling is extremely subtle.

As the two were walking, they heard the sound of a fast horse neighing behind them: "Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

Jiang Ning turned around, only to see a man wearing chainmail, with a fan Yangli on his head, and three small red flags on his back. The whip in his hand had already been whipped twice towards the dark horse as he spoke. The horse's hooves were advancing hard, sweeping away the snow under his feet.

He stood up, white air whistling in his nose and mouth.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..." Jiang Ning also said to the scout twice, and stretched out his hand to protect Liu Sisi on the left.

"Pfft" Liu Sisi laughed out loud. Jiang Ning's behavior was really funny.

The scout glanced at Jiang Ning, cursed in his mouth, and ran away quickly. It was obvious that he had important military affairs and had no time to talk nonsense.

The two of them continued pushing the cart, bypassing the alley in the backyard and arriving in the inner courtyard. Jiang Ning went out again and bought some paint and brushes of different sizes. After mixing them, he started splashing ink in front of the cart.

Painting in today's era is all done on rice paper, but Jiang Ning studied history at that time, and was indispensable for research in this area. He also wrote about life in many places. At that time, he could not enter the hall, but here he

It's more than enough.

Liu Sisi looked at Jiang Ning, sometimes drawing her bow left and right, sometimes using her hands to measure, and sometimes looking from a distance. After working for a full hour, she added two wooden sticks as thick as arms to the right side of the cart and began to draw on them.

On the plaque, the word "Liu Ji" is written in regular script. Surrounding it is a clear water pond with a stream running from top to bottom. Two weeping willow trees have thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. They are fluttering in the wind. The entire car

But just like under the weeping willows, there is a hint of life in this gray and cold winter day.

Although Jiang Ning's paintings are not masterpieces, they are unique for painting on a cart. In the entire Hangzhou, except for the paintings in restaurants, there are no such paintings on carts. Jiang Ning's approach,

But it gave me a refreshing feeling.

Poetry and painting have been indistinguishable since ancient times, but there are really not many people who can paint on it. Firstly, compared with ordinary painting, the posture of holding the pen and the awareness of composition are different, and secondly, the support between the rice paper and the wooden

There is also a big difference in the material of the cart. If Jiang Ning can create such a painting on a cart, it will definitely be better on paper. So far, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is the eclectic talent Jiang Ning in front of us.

Jiang Zichuan did it.

"Okay, if we use a cart like this... the business should be better, but what's missing..." Jiang Ning thought for a while, took up his pen and wrote down the edge of the weeping willow on the lake drawn under "Liu Ji".

First Huanxi Sha: "The gentle breeze in February arrives in Bicheng, and thousands of wisps of green welcome it. The dancing mist sleeps and the rain passes through the Qingming Festival. The makeup mirror steals the leaves from the beautiful eyebrows, and the song in the singing room borrows the names of the branches. The late autumn frost is ruthless."

Liu Sisi was shocked when she looked at this poem. When others write poems, they need a good environment, with singing and dancing to entertain, good wine and food, deep love, or deliberate intention. Who can be like this person in front of her?

Like a "useless" scholar, he wrote this Huanxi Sha poem casually?

"The beautiful eyebrows in the makeup mirror steal the leaves," even more vividly describes the makeup, "There is no ruthlessness in the frost in late autumn." No, the frost falls in late autumn and the willow leaves turn yellow. It's not ruthlessness, it's just helplessness. It's a good song, Huanxi Sha, although it's not as good as "Huanxi Sha"

"Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", but it is also a masterpiece.

"Okay, it should be almost done now..." Jiang Ning put away the pen and wrote the last word outside. Although it was a little out of place, it was harmless. After watching it, I was quite satisfied.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what kind of vegetables are you selling?" Jiang Ning bent down and wanted to clean up.

Liu Sisi also bent down, thinking how could a talented person like Jiang Ning do such rough work? But she never thought that with a bang, the two of them bumped into each other. Jiang Ning was okay, but Liu Sisi stumbled and fell to the ground.

There was a small crater in the snow, but his cheeks were slightly red.

"Haha..." Jiang Ning laughed loudly, but Liu Sisi said angrily: "Why are you laughing? Why don't you come and help me quickly?"

"Oh..." Jiang Ning put down his pen and stretched out his hand to pull Liu Sisi up.

Referring to the root of onion, Jiang Ning only knew this word. Apart from Wang Ruoyan, Liu Sisi was the only woman he had ever met who could be worthy of this word.

Jiang Ning continued to clean up the garbage and threw it into the garbage basket in the corner. Seeing that Liu Sisi was still looking at the poem, she said, "Are words better than paintings?"

Liu Sisi nodded: "I can't tell that you are a talented person..."

"Talented man?" Jiang Ning was slightly startled. This poem was from Yan Daoji's "Huanxisha". It was also good, but in his opinion, it was a little worse than his paintings. Although he was a little narcissistic: "Don't dare to take it seriously, don't take it seriously,

The word "talented scholar" should refer to the four young masters of Donglin Society, Guang Anjun, Chen Qinian and the like, but I can't live up to these two words, so it's better not to say that."

"On the other hand, if you use a stall to cook, it will be a bit troublesome. Naturally, you can't compete with restaurants. You can only make some snacks. When the market opens up, you can make further plans." Jiang Ning hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he finally spoke:

"I have a dish here, well... it's just a snack, but it's just a taste. I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it..."

"Hmm? Taste?" Liu Sisi frowned: "It's even more difficult to win with taste..."

"Haha, since the color, fragrance and fragrance are no match, we have to find another way and do the opposite. Maybe there will be unexpected results..."

"You can't even look at the color, smell, or taste? Then why don't you compete to see whose smell is better?" Liu Sisi shook her head: "If you smell a smell, you will avoid it. Will anyone follow the smell?"

This is a common thought.

"You see, everyone will think so, but once there is such a thing that smells bad and tastes delicious, do you think anyone will want to try it?" Jiang Ning said with a smile: "This dish, no

, the snack is called: stinky tofu..."

"Stinky tofu? The tofu is stinky, can you still eat it?"

"I told you not to throw away the remaining tofu, did you throw it away?"

"Throw it away, it's just that business is not good, there are always some left, and they are all moldy. I have to clean it up before the year to avoid the stench..."

"That's not right..."
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