A small trial of a sharp knife

  Wu Minghao left with a sense of grievance, and afterwards had his guards send over many things to Xiao Congrong, including silver.

  Xiang Yin refused to accept the silver, only letting the guards repair the fallen walls and doors and windows, and also fixed the leaky roof.

  After the guards left, Xiao Zongrong let Chunxiang go find paper and pen. The Yu family's large courtyard had been abandoned for over a decade, and all the valuable things like gold and silver had been looted clean, but fortunately no one wanted things like paper and pen, so Chunxiang found a big pile of them to bring over.

  The pen was definitely a brush, Xiao Zongrong had mentally prepared himself early on, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to his father from his past life. Because he loved calligraphy so much, he had brought her along and she had also practiced and become skilled at it.

  Not only that, but to hone her mischievousness as a teenager, she was also forced to learn two years of Chinese painting. In the end, a calligraphy work by Gu Kaizhi, treasured by her father, was imitated by her to the point where it was hard to distinguish between true and false.

  With this skill, I should be able to survive in this era without any problems. But would the old Xiao Cong Rong have been able to write like this? Suddenly becoming so skilled, won't it arouse suspicion?

  Xiao Congrong took up her brush and pondered, Chunxiang helped her grind the ink and asked beside her: "Rongrong, what do you want to write? You used to be afraid of writing, didn't you?"

  Xiao looked at her with a mixture of helplessness and resignation, and said with a bitter smile: "Aren't we short on money? I'll paint a few more paintings for you to exchange for some silver!"

  "Oh, what do you want to draw?" Chun Xiang didn't discourage her, which gave Xiao Zong a bit more confidence. The previous Xiao Zong Rong was afraid of writing, but that doesn't mean she can't paint! Let's try it out first and see how it goes.

  Let Chunxiang push herself to the front desk, she painted two paintings, one of an eagle catching a chick and one of blooming flowers and wealth, with very simple brushstrokes, yet vividly lifelike. Outsiders watch the excitement, insiders see the skill, she is confident that this painting will not bring her any trouble!

  She didn't know how much silver to exchange, so she called Chunxiang and said: "You take these two paintings into the city, first go to a pawnshop, see how much silver they give you, no matter how much they give you, don't pawn it! Take out the painting and then find the pawnshop marked 'Chu's', use the price they gave you as ten times the price to pawn, not even one or two less will do, got it?"

  Chun Xiang was still a bit confused, so Xiao Zongrong explained it to her again. After she understood, he said: "Hurry up and go! When you come back, remember to bring a craftsman with you!"

  "Oh, okay!" Chunxiang walked away excitedly. Xiao Zong looked at her back and felt fortunate to have met a honest person, who didn't suspect any of her changes!

  Chun Xiang was gone for half a day, and Xiao Zong Rong finished his exercise but didn't see her return. His stomach growled with hunger, only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten anything since being kicked out of the Xiao's house.

  She rolled her wheelchair through the luggage brought by Chunxiang, but couldn't find anything to eat. She was really hungry and uncomfortable, so she rolled her wheelchair outside to look for something. Behind the courtyard, there was a persimmon tree with ripe persimmons that were bright red.

  She swallowed hard, her eyes fell to the ground, and there were also persimmons in the accumulated water on the ground, which had been knocked down by the heavy rain the night before. The only thing was that although the persimmon was on the ground, it was separated from her by a stone step. In the past, this stone step was nothing, but now she was sitting in a wheelchair, and for her, it was a big deal!

  She hesitated for half a day, unable to withstand the hunger pangs, so she slid her wheelchair in front of a pillar, hugged the pillar with her left hand, and leaned over with her right hand to pick up the persimmon under the stone steps...