noffsinger Chapter 115 It’s All Because of the Painting
Chapter 115 It’s All Because of the Painting
The two adults looked over immediately.
Song Jinxiu followed County Magistrate Wang into the lobby and looked around calmly.
There were five people in the hall, sitting on chairs. The ones in official uniforms should be the two ministers, each with a sword-wielding guard standing straight behind them.
There was also a county magistrate's advisor pouring tea.
Song Jinxiu glanced at the two of them, clasped her fists and bowed, saying, "Song Village Clan Leader Song Jinxiu greets the two adults. Thank you for your hard work."
The Vice Minister of Works Lu Qiaoshou and the Vice Minister of Revenue Qian Dai looked at each other and concealed the surprise in their eyes.
They had all read Zhang Zihan's memorial and knew that Song Jinxiu was a girl, but they didn't expect her to be such a little girl.
However, seeing the girl's graceful and elegant demeanor, they were impressed.
Moreover, he is a young patriarch.
Although they found it unexpected, it was also expected.
Is it possible that an ordinary person could come up with the idea of extracting oil from soybeans?
Both of them have been in officialdom for a long time and have seen the world. They know that any talented person must not be treated as an ordinary person.
County Magistrate Wang anxiously winked at Song Jinxiu, "Kneel down? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to the master?"
The voice was not loud, and it seemed like he was worried about her, but the reminder could be heard by everyone here.
Song Jinxiu was extremely annoyed. If you hadn't reminded me, my fist-clasping salute would have been forgotten. Didn't you see that neither of you noticed this detail?
But County Magistrate Wang wanted to flatter her and forced her to bow down and kneel, and she was the only one who was unwilling to do so.
To be honest, what disgusted her most in ancient times was being asked to kneel down at every turn.
Song Jinxiu glanced at the two ministers, and seeing that they were looking at her with smiles, she had to kneel down reluctantly.
"Oh, forget it, forget it. Miss Song, there's no need to be so polite."
Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, waved his hand. Song Jinxiu quickly stood up straight.
Qian Dai is about fifty years old, with fair skin, regular features, deep eyes, and a sense of wisdom.
At this moment, he smiled and said to Song Jinxiu kindly:
"I'm asking you, where is Zhang Zihan, the man who wrote the memorial, now?"
Song Jinxiu quickly said, "My Lord, he is now in our Songjia Village."
"Oh," Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, stroked his beard.
County Magistrate Wang was a little anxious. Why did he ask questions right after they met? But he shouldn't ask any more questions. Let's eat first. He'll be more attentive to the wine table, right?
You have to know that he is just a small county magistrate, and it is very rare for him to have the opportunity to meet a third-rank official.
Now that the two assistant ministers are right in front of him, if he can seize the opportunity to show his face, and catch the eye of one of them, he will be able to rise to a high position.
County Magistrate Wang quickly signaled to his legal advisor to hurry up and prepare the meal. It was time to start the banquet!
The Minister of Revenue nodded after some hesitation, then leaned forward and asked in a more amiable tone:
"Is the painter here?"
Painting? Song Jinxiu remembered the three paintings she had submitted along with the memorial, and nodded with a smile.
Aren’t you standing here?
Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Qian Dai and Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works Lu Qiaoshou looked at each other and showed delight.
The three paintings were the things the two of them discussed the most during their trip.
It was a masterpiece, but unfortunately the emperor kept it as a treasure. So the two of them thought that this time when they went to Lunshan County, they would definitely ask for a painting to bring back and make their colleagues envy them to death.
Especially Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue.
Originally, the Ministry of Revenue could have sent anyone, but he was attracted by the painting and decided to go there in person.
Qian Dai smiled and said, "Then please come up. I'd like to ask for a self-portrait first, okay?"
County Magistrate Wang was surprised when he heard about the painting? His daughter could do that. He had hired a master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to teach her since she was a child.
As for what Qian Dai and Song Jinxiu said, he heard it, but he didn't think there was anyone in Songjia Village who could paint? Could they compare with his daughter?
How can such a good opportunity be given to others?
"Oh, painting. My Lord likes portraits. I will ask my daughter to come out right away."
County Magistrate Wang spoke first and quickly ordered his servants to call his daughter Wang Leling to come and pay her respects to the two adults.
Song Jinxiu was stunned. What does Wang Leling have to do here?
She wanted to explain, but County Magistrate Wang smiled and asked her to leave.
"Hey, Chief Song, come here, let me tell you something."
County Magistrate Wang waved his hand behind his back at his legal advisor, asking him to quickly arrange for his daughter to paint for the adults.
He moved his other hand forward as if to invite Song Jinxiu to go out and talk.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to follow him out.
The two ministers looked at each other and showed delight.
They did not doubt what County Magistrate Wang said.
Didn't he just say that his daughter and this Song clan leader are good friends?
Perhaps this oil press workshop was built by these two sisters.
The person who could create that painting is naturally no ordinary person.
It seems that Lunshan County is really a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden!
The front and back yards were very close, and soon Wang Leling walked in and passed by Song Jinxiu who was coming out.
County Magistrate Wang nodded to his daughter and instructed her, "Paint well."
Wang Leling smiled and nodded as she went in. As she passed by him, she snorted coldly at Song Jinxiu.
Song Jinxiu was led by the county magistrate to their ox cart at the side door of the county government office.
"Miss Song, I will try my best to buy you some time. Please go back to the village and make arrangements to welcome the two ministers."
Buy me some time? Let Wang Leling paint?
Song Jinxiu glanced at him with a half-smile and nodded, "Okay."
Humph! Anyone can imitate your paintings?
Song Jinxiu said nothing and told Li Cheng to drive back to the village.
County Magistrate Wang was right about one thing: their village had to be prepared to welcome the visitors from the capital.
The oxcart started off slowly, and Song Jinfang called out to the distance, "Brother nephew, hurry up, we're leaving."
Nephew brother? Who is that?
Song Jinxiu frowned as she watched the man in green clothes happily coming over with an oil-paper bag in his hand.
"Why are you still here? I told you I'm not the disciple of the old woman from Guigu. I don't know her. You've got the wrong person."
Fang Ziyu handed the oil-paper package to Song Jinfang, "Roast chicken, eat it while it's hot."
Song Jinfang glanced at her sister, and seeing that she didn't look at her, she didn't dare to answer.
Fang Ziyu stuffed it into her hand.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
Then he smiled at Song Jinxiu and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether it is or not. I just want to get to know the girl."
He had just asked the little girl Song Jinfang. The child was very easy to coax and told him in a few words that her sister was the apprentice of the old woman Guiguzi.
Fang Ziyu said with a grin, "What you said in the backyard of the county government office just now made that little girl and her mother's faces turn green."
He could see clearly from the tree that the little girl had a bad temper towards him, and he accepted this nun.
He patted his chest and said, "Humph! Do you think people from our Xuantian Sect are easy to bully?
"Little Sister, from now on, let's team up and just fight. It's so satisfying."
Song Jinxiu was about to be confused: What do you mean by "they are mother and daughter"?
Who is your mother?
Song Jinxiu wondered if this person was sick. Both mother and daughter came out. Is there such a despicable person?
But no matter how Song Jinxiu explained, this stupid guy just refused to leave.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to let him follow.
After all, this person might really be a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and she couldn't just beat him up.
Song Jinxiu pretended to be asleep and didn't want to pay attention to him.
The ox cart swayed back to the village, and Fang Ziyu and Jinfang chatted happily along the way.
One calls me "little aunt" and the other "big nephew, brother." I don't know how the generations are determined.