Chapter 5 fourth quarter

Thirty-five years ago and now, things happened in a slightly different order. On the one hand, Bai Xiu participated in the robbery, and on the other hand, he made a fortune from the popularity of portrait fans.This is probably his side job, and it is also a way to cover up his eyes, so that others will not be suspicious of his increasingly rich wallet due to robbery. Thirty-five years later, Xiuming won great acclaim for his portrait fan and made a fortune every day. So far, the two are the same, but he did not participate in the robber's murder.It is correct to say that the robbery has not yet happened.

It is impossible to know where Xiu Ming came from without detailed investigation, but he is probably on the run.He is different from Bai Xiu, he does not want to do the business of robbing houses. Because of this, he was murdered by the boss. However, for the leader, the cost of killing Xiuming was not small, and all planned robbery cases had to be postponed, because the portraits were necessary to gather and intimidate people. Even so, the boss still killed Xiuming.So, could it be that someone has been found to replace Xiu Ming? "Let's see if any merchants do the same thing. Xuexiang Wentang makes money from portraits. Check out the painters they hired one by one. They should be able to find out some famous names."

There was still some time before sunset, and Masagoro's soba noodle shop was temporarily closed.Heishiro ate cold buckwheat noodles specially cooked for him, and drank buckwheat tea. A trace of doubt flitted across Masagoro's rough and mighty face, and Niu Ling looked into the air with big eyes. "But, is there such a thing?" "It's inevitable. The ideas that ordinary people think of are often not innovative." Although it is learning and selling now, it still makes people proud when it is said. "Are Bai Xiu and Xiu Ming father and son?" "If both of them are just better than Pan An in appearance, I dare not talk about it, but both of them have great talents in painting, and they are probably related by blood."

"Over there..." "Probably the second generation." Heishiro finished his buckwheat tea and smiled.Masagoro touched his face, then looked at his hands, as if something interesting was stuck there.He looked at it and said: "Since Xiuming has escaped from the boss, why bother to paint portraits again? Wouldn't it be better to hide the identity of the painter and do other jobs to live? This way, he won't be found." "Maybe he himself didn't expect the portrait fan to be such a sensation." After Heishiro finished speaking, he exhaled through his nose.

"In the end, the skills that people can rely on for a living are limited after all. Everyone only wants to do what they are good at." Some people only know how to live by robbers and killing people, while others have no other skills except painting. "Like me, the only way left is to be a small official, and you can only be your Okabiki. The soba noodles are delicious, but you didn't make them, did you?" Masagoro smiled wryly: "Yes." "Even if Xiu Ming puts down his paintbrush and goes to work as a shop assistant, he will want to paint sooner or later. Once he does, everyone will praise him, but he will still be discovered by the boss. That's how it is."

A skill in the body can be used endlessly, but it can also lead to fatal disasters.But since you have a skill that is enough to make a living, how do you teach people how to be willing to let go? The results of the survey are also different from those thirty-five years ago.Five days after Heishiro asked about Bai Xiu and others from his big forehead, the artist who painted portrait fans in a dressing shop in Sotokanda was arrested. Things went almost exactly as Heishiro expected.Bai Xiu and Xiu Ming are indeed father and son, and the leader of the group is the second generation.But the leader of the second generation was actually a woman, so Xiu Ming escaped from the leader, not only because he was unwilling to rob the house, but also because of emotional entanglements.It was also the female leader who killed Xiuming. It was said that after she was arrested, she shed tears while confessing.

In any case, it was a case that made the tabloids jump for joy.Sotokanda and Heishiro's jurisdictions were not even within reach, so Heishiro dozed off in the dizzying heat while listening to the cries of "Kaiwai! Kaishi!" all over the city.As soon as he woke up, he asked Xiaoping to go to the Nihonbashi Dim Sum Shop to buy a cold cake with a good reputation.Previously, Heishi-ro told Xi-kun to let the little girl buy it back. The cold cake was soaked in water, and the texture was slippery with a slight sweetness. It was delicious. Heishiro took this cold cake to visit Honjo Motomachi.

After greeting Masagoro's wife, he entered the room, and saw that the big forehead was already up, practicing calligraphy in the small room, with the amulet of Furukawa Yakushiji hanging around his neck.I don't know if it's the amulet that works, or Masagoro's wife sincerely touched the sky. I heard that the big forehead has not only drank rice soup these days, but also started to drink gruel.Even so, the body and stomach weakened by the hunger strike cannot be recovered in a short time. "This is your prize." Heishiro waved the small package containing the cold cake.

"You have done a great job!" The big forehead was terrified, the broad forehead lost its luster, and the eyes looked dull.Heishiro sat down beside him, wanting to see how he was learning Chinese characters, but quickly covered his big forehead with his hands. Heishiro smiled. "Why be ashamed? But before you get better, go ahead and read, write, and do your abacus! Once you start working, you won't have such leisure time." The big forehead moved his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't speak after all. "I heard that you made your boss Nyonya cry."

The big forehead is red and the eye sockets are red. "Whether it's your own mother, or raising your boss's mother instead of your own mother, it's not a good thing to make your mother sad." What happened?Heishiro asked straightforwardly. "You have just made great achievements, even if there is something embarrassing, it is not embarrassing to say it now." Heishiro secretly counted to ten in his stomach. During this period, he kept his forehead face down and said nothing, only the cicada's cry was disturbing. "The carpenter is here." The big forehead whispered.

"Come to this house?" "Yes. We will take care of them, but the trees will deform anyway, so we will ask a carpenter to tidy them up once a year." "Well, what then?" "In the hot weather, everyone is sweating profusely at work." "Of course, flower carpenter." The big forehead is deeply drooping, and the chin can hardly be seen. "I brought barley tea over, and the master said that my life is good." There is no need to sweat and work, but to eat leisurely with a cool face-the big forehead added this sentence. I saw him reach out and wipe his eyes slightly. "The master said that a person like me who eats like me," he whispered, "is rewarded by the boss for his food. If he is not grateful, he will be punished by heaven." Heishiro crossed his arms around his chest, thinking that most of the words with the big forehead were not repeated intact, and the words of the flower carpenter must be even worse, such as "good luck" instead of "you deserve it"; rice worm". "My lord, I just like to say these bullying words occasionally, especially when the weather is so hot." The big forehead nodded. It must not be the carpenter's words that hurt Big Forehead's heart.These vitriolic words are just the trigger.A long time ago, there was a pimple in the heart of the big forehead. Are you really qualified to stay in this home?Is he useful in this family? There are indeed many people in the world who have to sweat profusely and wear themselves out to make ends meet.Look at yourself, what are you doing? ——The big forehead must think so. Is this really qualified to eat?Can I say with a clear conscience that what I do is worthy of this meal? A big forehead lacks self-confidence, so he can only apologize on the ground, unable to eat. "You've reached the age to think about these things." Heishiro smiled. "Don't worry! You are already a capable subordinate of Masagoro. After this case, you should understand, right?" yes.Big Forehead didn't make a sound, only moved his mouth to answer. He didn't want to kiss his mother, nor did he fall in love with any girl.His troubles are more - let's say "mature". The ability to earn food is different for everyone, and it can only be like this.One can only rely on one's own ability to earn a living, and one only wishes to rely on one's own ability to earn a living. This is the waywardness of being a human being.This made Heishiro suddenly think that Bai Xiu once asked himself while painting a portrait fan, should he really be like this at this moment? "Stop digging into a dead end." "yes." This time the big forehead answered out loud.At this time, the song of the oil cicada stopped suddenly, and Masagoro's cry reached his ears. "Hey, big forehead, big forehead! The big boss is calling!" "yes!" The big forehead popped up. "right away!" As he spoke, he walked out of the room with staggering steps, and this movement rolled up the calligraphy paper and landed on the tatami.Heishiro picked it up and saw "All Day" written on it.