On the small red mud stove with hand-pasted red mud, a round-mouthed sand can gushed and surging. A faint fragrance of medicine permeated this poor and narrow courtyard. The fifteen-year-old Tang Li gently shook the palm fan in his hand and carefully controlled the heat. The poor room and living in poverty were originally poor, and the light fog of medicine rose up made his face more and more hazy.

In the inner room, there was a faint sound of intermittent coughing. The sound was clearly from a middle-aged woman. When she heard the coughing, Tang Li's originally dissipated eyes suddenly became three points of enthusiasm. At this time, the decoction of medicine in the sand pot was as Yan Susheng said, almost six points.

"My grandma, I've taken the medicine!" Walking into the inner bedroom with only three or two pieces of thick wooden furniture, Tang Li carefully helped her mother lying on the bed, let her lean on her shoulder comfortably, and then handed over the warm and gritty bowl that was just in the entrance, and carefully fed it. A warm feeling flowed faintly in the dilapidated house.

The woman is about 40 years old, and her thin face has two morbid red colors. Just looking at her gentle temperament between her eyebrows and eyes, I guess she must have been born in a family of scholars when she was young.

After drinking the soup, the woman was already sweating faintly on her forehead. Tang Li took out a linen scarf and wiped it carefully for her. After looking at the "Ah Mother" who was sleeping again, she fell into deep thought for a moment.

It has been four years since he suddenly traveled from Guizhou to this strange world. From the initial horror to the subsequent hesitation, and to today, four years are enough to make him accustomed to everything he is now, from speaking to lifestyle, to his own new body, and of course, there is also the Ah Niang lying on the bed.

Until now, Tang Li does not regret his behavior of running wildly on a rainy night. Although it was the lightning on that rainy night that sent him back to the current Tianbao year of the Tang Dynasty. Born in the poorest Shitou Township, Guizhou, he didn't know who his parents were since childhood. Tang Li was young and had no place to miss more when he was young. He went to a third-rate high school and then went to a third-rate university. The young Tang Li appeared in front of others, which was more a rebel who repeatedly violated the rules. Except for the few subjects he was interested in, the other subjects were the image of a rebel with a big red lantern hanging high. There were too many things that the wild children who grew up in the mountains and fields couldn't stand it...

"Water...water..." The woman's murmur awakened Tang Li in contemplation. She took the coarse pottery bowl beside her and carefully fed her tea. Looking at this sick "Ah Niang", a trace of warmth surged in Tang Li's heart.

After traveling through time, what he was most grateful to was that he gave her another "mother". Those who had not experienced it personally would never understand the orphan's desire for home and mother. This desire had nothing to do with age.

Before he knew it, time passed and the warm sun had passed through the sky. Tang Li suddenly woke up and began to clean up the medicine bowl and mud stove quickly.

"My grandma, I'm going." Tang Li said softly and turned around and left. Although he knew that Madam could hear very few times, this sentence had never been interrupted for four years.

After leaving his own broken courtyard, he walked forward with his right hand for about half a stick of incense. Tang Li stopped in front of a small green corner. Without waiting for him to knock on the door, a "creak" sound came out, and a young maid in green about fourteen or fifteen years old walked out of the inside.

"Son-in-law, just go, I will take good care of the old lady." After a little blessing, the young maid in green turned around and walked along the way when Tang Li came.

"Son-in-law!" Tang Li pulled a sarcastic smile from the corner of his lips, and he continued to walk forward.

This is a typical Tang Dynasty city. The streets are horizontal and vertical. There are high walls on both sides of the street. In the northeast of the city, there is an open space of about a square size, which is set aside as a commercial area.

The place where Tang Ming, wearing a single shirt, went is a small shop in Dongshi that specializes in pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

As usual, Yan Susheng's figure was not seen in the open store. Tang Li smiled and shook his head. After entering the store, he swept the goods with a brush tail, he began to grind the paper and scribble the long table for customers to try it out.

My heart entered the painting environment, and I don’t know how long it took. Just as Tang Li, who had drawn the last petal of the lotus on the lotus seat, was about to start his pen, but a hoarse voice came from beside him, saying, “No, no! I haven’t seen you start writing, I didn’t expect that the painting art will improve greatly. Look at the overall layout of this nectar picture and it is full of spirit, but in the subtle areas, the brush is tight and strong like a curved iron plate. After only four years of learning to paint, you can integrate the two styles of Yuchi in a painting. Which one is rare! Unfortunately, the handling of these shadows is still lacking, otherwise it would be considered a masterpiece.”

Without looking back, just hearing this unique voice. Tang Li knew that it was Yan Susheng, the owner of this small shop. He moved his wrists. He lowered his body and wrote the words forty text on a small piece of paper. He gently stuck the label on the newly made 'mutton fat nectar picture' before standing up and said, "A painting of forty text requires what 'smudge'. Besides, you are Yuchi Yuchi every day, who are these two people?"

Yan Susheng, the owner of this shop, is a thin old man over 50 years old with a bright red wine zalea. He wore a thin silk shirt stained with ink and looked empty. What was particularly eye-catching was that his right hand was trembling and trembling. He suddenly became excited when he heard Tang Li's words and said in a hoarse voice: "Painting is not about money, I miss the ancestors back then..." When he said this, the old man suddenly stopped, looked down at his hand, and sighed, and then remained silent.

Fortunately, Tang Li saw this situation a lot and didn't care. After taking the "mutton fat nectar picture" with dry ink, he carefully hung it, and Gu Zi began to sort out the goods.

"During the Zhenguan period of Emperor Taizong of this dynasty, a father and son from Khotan, the Western Regions arrived in Chang'an. Soon the two of them became famous for their good paintings. The father and son were good at overall layout, while the son was better at fine brushwork. What made the father and son enjoy the name was that they were good at using the smudge method to deal with the shadows in the painting, which could produce the so-called concave and convex flower effect. One of the father and son was named Yuchi Zhina and the other was named Yuchi Yiseng. After a long time, they were collectively called Yuchi. I told you this technique two years ago, but I never saw you use it. Also, what is the use of painting Buddha statues and Guanyin every day? If you want to improve your painting skills, you need to paint people and paint these living people on the street!" Yan Susheng's voice was full of regret.

Tang Li, who was busy there, ignored his excitement. After putting a roll of bamboo paper on his hand, he clapped his hands and said, "We have a small shop, and the most expensive painting is the most expensive. What kind of smudge is used there! Since customers are only willing to sell Buddha statues and Guanyin, I naturally have to draw Buddha statues and Guanyin! This way, I can practice painting skills and earn income. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Chapter completed!