The little boy is adamant and has his own ideas. He has always insisted on his own opinions on this issue. He doesn’t think that he should give in three points in front of his predecessors because he is a child.
"You! You! You are really angry! " The old man has nothing to say about the little boy’s stubborn temper, and his hair and beard are all angry.
Han Sheng seems to be used to it, and he can’t help laughing: "Old Mo! It’ s noisy with the pony again! "
Seeing Han Sheng coming, the old man quickly picked up the drawing that the little boy had just drawn, and said excitedly, "Master Han, come and judge, do you think this drawing is wrong!"
"Ha, ha, ha, Lao Mo, you are really confused. How can I understand these things? You have mistaken someone for someone to judge!" Han Sheng laughed.
Old ink, of course, know that Han Sheng is a layman, but the cartographers in this yard have already seen it, and they all agree with old ink’s point of view, but this child is stubborn, and he doesn’t have to say that he is right. Old ink has lived for so many years and has ever been so contradicted, so they immediately carried it.
Basically, the two men quarreled a few words every day, and the whole people in the palace were not surprised. It was strange that Lao Mo was still enjoying it. Lao Mo was very appreciative of the child, as if he had seen himself as a child, and he had many strange ideas. However, with the growth of age, he became more and more rigid and made the same drawings.
Lao Mo didn’t want to accept the little boy as an apprentice. He was afraid that the little boy would learn from him and he would become the same in the future. So he taught the little boy in the form of this quarrel. The little boy didn’t let Lao Mo down, and he was promoted from a junior cartographer when he first arrived to an intermediate cartographer now. You know, the little boy has only been here for three months.
Many people have lived all their lives as junior cartographers. This little boy went from junior cartographer to intermediate cartographer in three months. What an amazing talent!
Li She also glanced at the drawings in Lao Mo’s hand and thought: Is this the drawings made by the cartographer?
The picture on the paper is only half painted, as if it were a restaurant. I looked at the aggrieved look of the little boy who was about to cry and smiled: "This restaurant is really well painted!" " Squatting down in front of the little boy, he said, "Is this the hotel you drew? What a beautiful painting! "
"Ha ha ha ha!" Old ink suddenly burst out laughing, and all the cartographers followed suit.
Like Zhang Er, a confused monk, Li She didn’t understand what these people were laughing at.
The little boy also smiled through tears and said, "Uncle is really … stupid, and actually … will … regard the teahouse as … a restaurant."
Li she discovered that the child still stuttered. "Well, this? It was a complete mistake. Hehehe! " He finally laughed at himself.
Han Sheng just pulled the old ink over, clapped his hands and shouted to other cartographers: "Come here, everyone, I have something to say to you!"
"Master Bo has something to say, let’s go!" They put down their work in succession and walked to Li’s side.
After all the people gathered around, Han Sheng bent down and pointed to Li She and said, "This is the Duke of Li She, the marquis of Shanhaiguan who was just sealed by Emperor Han Ling, and also the brother-in-law of the secretariat."
Everyone was surprised, the duke? Hurriedly knelt down and shouted: "The right people meet the Duke!"
"Don’t be strangers, get up quickly!" Li said.
After everyone got up, Han Sheng pointed to Lao Mo and said, "Lao Mo, the only senior cartographer in Nan County."
"I have seen Mr. Lao Mo." Li said respectfully.
Old ink quickly replied, "The duke is too stranger!"
Then Han Sheng pointed out five people in succession, introduced their names respectively, and said, "They are intermediate cartographers, and the other fourteen people are junior cartographers."
Li She looked at the five junior cartographers, and it seemed that she was going to choose one of them.
Among the five people, there is no surprise. The only surprise is that he is older, looks older than Lao Mo, and looks like he is going to be buried. I am afraid that Li She will hang up before making a few drawings.
At this moment, the little boy spoke again, "Lord … Lord … you … you … you are wrong … wrong, I am also an intermediate cartographer … a cartographer!" "
"oh? When did this happen? " Han Sheng seems very surprised.
"Yesterday … yesterday, I quarreled with Grandpa Mo … and I was in a bad mood … so I scribbled one … one pass when drawing, and as a result, I was promoted to intermediate drawing … Tu Tu division." The boy seems to be a little embarrassed.
Everyone just knew the reason why the boy was promoted to intermediate cartographer, and his face was very strange. Those junior cartographers were very unhappy, and you were promoted by doodling, which made us conscientious people who could not get promoted how to live!
The five middle-level cartographers didn’t know what to say, and they worked almost their whole lives to get into the middle-level cartographer’s profession, especially when the old man was promoted in his twilight years. Finally, he had to sigh in his heart: This is the world of young people!
At this age, he is an intermediate cartographer. As long as Li She is not stupid, she must know that this little boy is a genius. If she doesn’t choose him, she immediately said, "I will choose him!"
"Choose … choose me? Choose me what … what? " The little boy asked.
Li said with a smile: "Of course, I chose you to go back with my uncle!"
Han Sheng timely come forward to explain to the people, and they realized that it was the duke to choose.
The little boy shook his head. "No … No, no, I don’t … I can’t go with my uncle!" "
Han Sheng’s face immediately became gloomy, and the frightened little boy retreated again and again. Li She quickly held the little boy in her arms and said, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid!"! Lord Bo is scaring you to play! "
Han Sheng said with a cold face, "This is not a willful place. It is your blessing that the Duke values you. Don’t be unappreciative!"
The little boy was very wronged in Li She’s arms. "But … but, but I still want to learn something from … Grandpa Mo." It turned out that the clever little boy had long known the intention of Lao Mo, but he never said it.
"Ha ha ha, I didn’t expect the pony to know everything. I, an old guy, thought I was doing well!" Old ink smiled self-deprecatingly, but his heart was very gratified. Pony was so smart that old ink felt that he had no white education.
The little boy broke free from Li She’s arms and came to Lao Mo. He thought of a child who admitted his mistake and bowed his head and said, "Grandpa Mo, you … you don’t get angry."
"Ink grandpa how can be angry? I’m glad pony is so smart! Master Bo is right. It is your blessing that the duke can value you. Go with the duke. " Old ink kindly said.
"But …"
Lao Mo said: "I have nothing to give you. You are going to shine on you soon. Go!"
"That … that’s all right." The little boy agreed, then looked at Li She and said, "Uncle, can I … can I go back with you … It depends on my parents’ wishes … If they don’t want to … I don’t … have a plan." The little boy’s stuttering is so serious that it is difficult to say a complete sentence.