The old butcher left as soon as he said so, so that when Yaya woke up the next day, he was the only one left in the entire pig roasting yard.
When it was just dawn, Daoya knocked on the door of Jiang Yan's house. Jiang Yan hurriedly picked her up when he saw his bare feet stepping on the dewy stone slab.
"Hey, little ancestor, it's autumn now and the weather is very cold."
Jiang Yan wiped the dew on his feet with his sleeves, and covered Yaya's cold feet with his hands.
"My grandpa is gone"
There was no child crying when leaving, no reluctance to leave. Daoya's expression was very quiet when she spoke, even so quiet that Jiang Yan, who wanted to comfort her, didn't know where to start.
"It's okay, am I still here?"
"But what if you have to leave one day?"
Daoya looked at Jiang Chan with his innocent eyes, as if he wanted to find out what was going on.
"Then let me take you with me and let's go together, okay?"
"Then it's settled"
As she spoke, Daoya found the most comfortable position, then pulled the clothes from Jiang Yan's chest to cover her body, and fell asleep in Jiang Yan's arms with the slight chill of early autumn.
Su Kou, who had gone out to collect herbs for a few days, also came back. He walked around the pig roasting yard and finally found Dao Ya sleeping in Jiang Yan's arms at their home.
The sleeping little girl tightly grasped Jiang Yan's sleeves with her small hands.
"Why is there no one in the pig roasting yard opposite? Where is the old butcher?" Su Kou asked.
"I left, saying I was going to do something very dangerous."
"Leave? Leave this little girl behind?"
Jiang Yan nodded.
"This old man is really cruel. Yaya is so cute and he can't even throw her away." Su Kou said and touched Yaya's little head.
"Let's go too"
"Go? Where to go?"
Su Kou was stunned at first. He was now used to the life in Qingdu. It was leisurely and comfortable, and there were banquets every now and then. He had lived here for more than two years and was very comfortable.
"Emperor Xuan Guo asked me to go to Daxuan City"
"Emperor? This is the Wen Mansion. What he said doesn't count." Su Kou smiled scornfully.
"Master Wei wants me to go there. He said that someone is waiting for me in Daxuan City. And you also know that I am from Tianshe Mansion. My grandfather and father both died in the hands of the royal family. I also want to see what happened back then.
What happened? All the secrets are hidden in Daxuan City."
Maybe Jiang Yan didn't have anything against Jiang Fengwu and Jiang Boluan, but after all, they share the same blood. He sees them this way, and so do others.
"Are there two of us?"
"Take Yaya with you. I promised the old butcher, and I also promised Yaya, that I will take her with me no matter where I go."
"Are you leaving?"
As he was talking, Song Yu pushed open the door and walked in. Although Song Yu was still a scribe at this time, he was very different from before.
In addition to the painter's enlightenment, Song Yu has finally completed the second enlightenment after spending half a year in Songshan, becoming both a silkworm farmer and a painter.
"Want to come together?"
Today's Song Yu's strength is no longer what it used to be, and the silkworm farmer also has a special kind of enlightenment, where ability and strength are confused.
"I won't go, but I won't stay in Qingdu either."
"Where are you going?" Jiang Yan was a little surprised.
"You have forgotten that I am from Guangling. After I achieved special enlightenment, my mother has urged me to return home again and again."
"Are you going to give up being a painter and specialize in being a silkworm breeder?" Jiang Yan asked.
"You also know that my talent as a painter is actually not that high. You have been helping me. After returning to Guangling, I will try to study concurrently. If it is really impossible, I can only give up."
"Your mother's urging is false. You don't want to go back to Guangling to see Li Youlang?"
Jiang Yan's sudden question made Song Yu feel a little embarrassed, fidgeting, with a blush on her face, and her voice was as soft as a whisper.
"You...don't talk nonsense..."
"It's not like I really guessed it right. Don't worry. I've been mentally prepared for being in Qingdu for such a long time, but can you stop looking like an old sister-in-law?"
He also had some understanding of Song Yu's life experience. He came from a noble family, was good at women's hands, and had a feminine nature. Even though he had a special enlightenment like a silkworm farmer that everyone was jealous of, his inner weakness still did not change.
"A man must have strength from a man."
"Old sister-in-law?" Su Kou's eyes lit up at the side. "Half of the new words in Qingdu were invented by you, such as scumbag, and dog licking. What does this old sister-in-law mean now?"
Jiang Yan glanced at Su Kou
"This damn poison master, do you have to interrupt me when I'm trying to persuade others?"
"I appreciate your kindness and I will work hard to change it."
After learning that Jiang Chan was preparing to leave the Qing capital, the most anxious person was Fu Yueming. Now the value of Jiang Chan's paintings has skyrocketed because of his reputation as the number one in the Eight Prefectures, and the only place in the entire Qing Dynasty where his paintings are for sale is in Minglou.
"Painter Jiang, my young Master Jiang, you just came back from Ehu and your butt is not even hot, why are you leaving again?" Fu Yueming said angrily.
Jiang Yan's departure means that his paintings will be cut off and his newly established reputation will be cut in half.
"Old man, don't get angry, I can't help myself."
"Can't we leave?" Fu Yueming asked tentatively.
"I'm afraid it won't work, what Master Wei said"
Jiang Chang moved out of Wei Changli. Since the Ehu Meeting, Wei Changli's tough performance in Xihe also made him change his previous image.
"Since it's Mr. Wei, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Don't worry, I have prepared several scrolls of paintings, and they are all masterpieces."
Jiang Yan took out three volumes of paintings and handed them to Fu Yueming. This was the best ending.
"This is what I earned from selling paintings during this period, a total of 900,000 taels." Fu Yueming took out a note.
“Why so many?”
When Fu Yueming mentioned this matter, he had an unhidden smile on his face.
"The price of your paintings has skyrocketed more than ten times, and the supply is still in short supply. I want to tie you to Mahuang Lane and paint all day long.
There have been countless talented and talented painters in the history of the Qing capital, but there has never been a painting in the Xuanling realm that has been so sought after. The Prefect's Palace, Taishi Ling's Palace, and other celebrities and scribes in the other 23 cities are now collecting them.
your paintings.
In particular, the old painter Zhong Qingli has spared no effort to make you famous, saying that regardless of your cultivation and grade, your painting skills are unparalleled."
The feeling of being praised made Jiang Yan feel light in the clouds.
"One more thing, Huang Wuling wants to see you. He wants to come to Mahuang Lane but is afraid of being too presumptuous, so let me make peace with you."
Fu Yueming raised his head and glanced at Jiang Chan's face as he spoke. When he first came to Qingdu, Huang Wuling took a fancy to Jiang Chan's talent and spared no effort to get close to him, hoping to use this to fight against Tongbao Pavilion.
But after Jiang Yan's meridians were destroyed, Huang Wuling decisively chose to give up. After all, as a businessman, he would not make useless investments. Fu Yueming also took this opportunity to make friends with Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan didn't think highly of a snobbish person like Huang Wuling, so he declined politely.