Chapter 161 Jiang Nuanzhi, you beast!
Jiang Nuanzhi pondered for a moment: "Why don't we call them over and ask? How will we know if we don't try?"
Li Rong wasn't sure either, but he nodded, "Alright."
Without further ado, Jiang Nuanzhi went straight out to call Uncle Xin. Uncle Xin was grilling food with the old man in the yard. When he saw Jiang Nuanzhi calling him, he happily followed her into the house.
When he came in, he was holding a dark, roasted sweet potato that the old man had given him, and he was still eating it bit by bit, making his hands and face dirty. He had his pillow, which he never let go of, tucked under his arm.
Upon seeing this, Li Rong couldn't help but frown and reached out to help him straighten his clothes.
Xin Bo, however, was ungrateful and immediately hid behind Jiang Nuanzhi, his brows furrowed and his face full of dissatisfaction.
Li Rong: "."
"Uncle Xin, let me tidy it up for you, it doesn't look good like this."
Li Rong said in a gentle voice.
Xin Bo was wary; he glared at Li Rong from behind Jiang Nuanzhi, clearly still disliking him.
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but chuckle: "Uncle Xin, please sit down first? We have something to say to you."
Sinber followed suit: "Sit down first, we have something to say to you."
Jiang Nuanzhi choked and pulled him to sit down on the heated kang.
Xinbo obediently sat on the heated kang, but he deliberately kept a distance from Li Rong and turned his back to him, clearly showing that he did not like him very much.
Li Rong remained silent for a while, then said with some confusion, "Xin Bo used to like me the most, but what's wrong with him now? Even when I talk to him during the day, he seems unwilling to listen. He used to love chatting with me, and a few words could make him happy for days."
Jiang Nuanzhi touched her nose, thinking she probably knew what was going on.
Because Xinbo had been clinging to her these past few days, she had to keep a close eye on Xiao Xuanting. Annoyed by his constant attention, she would have Ping'er or Xiao Er take him to see Li Rong. Xinbo was unhappy every time he was taken away, and since Li Rong often brought up past events, his emotions were likely a bit more intense. Most people avoid unhappy emotions, especially patients; after this happened so many times, it was no wonder he developed a resistance to it.
However, Jiang Nuanzhi wouldn't tell Li Rong about this. She only said, "Well, after a while, when the illness improves, it should get better. You don't need to worry too much."
Li Rong nodded slightly, exhaled, and said with a touch of wistfulness, "In the past, Uncle Xin was the most intelligent person in the family. He was the one who managed our family business. My father once said that during the years when Uncle Xin took over the family business, the family's assets increased more than tenfold. My calligraphy and paintings were also sold through his efforts."
Unfortunately, I'm not good at business, and they didn't explain much about these business matters to me.
"It's a pity," Jiang Nuanzhi sighed.
That's true. In the book, Xin Bo is the strategist in Li Junping's villainous team. With him around, Li Junping is no less capable than Xie Liangchen. It's a pity that Xin Bo later passed away, and one by one, the members of the villainous family also met their demise.
However, the book doesn't say that Xinbo's madness was that severe. The later parts of Xinbo's storyline are all after Ping'er has grown up.
It seems his condition will improve. Jiang Nuanzhi doesn't know much about mental illnesses, so she can't really say for sure right now.
"Uncle Xin, we want to know how much silver my paintings used to sell for. Do you remember?" Even though Li Rong felt the hope was slim, he still asked the question.
As expected, Xinbo still turned his back to him, listening to him speak, and even looked disgusted.
Li Rong sighed: "I probably won't get any information out of you. Perhaps what you say will be more useful than what I say."
Jiang Nuanzhi blinked and looked at Uncle Xin with a smile: "Uncle Xin, how much silver can Li Rong's calligraphy sell for? Tell me, and I'll cook you something delicious."
Xin Bo tilted his head and looked at Jiang Nuanzhi intently, then suddenly grinned and said, "Tell me, and I'll make you something delicious."
Jiang Nuanzhi: ".Okay, it seems I won't get anything out of you."
Li Rong sighed inwardly, "No matter what, it's good to be able to sell my calligraphy. I heard from Brother Lü that someone wants to buy my calligraphy. I'll write two pieces for you first."
As he spoke, he drove his wheelchair to the wooden board to retrieve the writing brush and ink.
Jiang Nuanzhi felt slightly embarrassed, but then she thought that since she had also treated his illness, she might as well accept the consultation fee. So she confidently stepped forward to help grind the ink. After grinding for a while, she regretted it; why wasn't the ink turning out yet?
Just as I was frowning, my wrist was grabbed by a pair of large, well-defined hands.
Jiang Nuan was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Li Rong.
With a hint of amusement in his voice, Li Rong patiently explained, "This is a bit rough and not very concentrated, so it needs to be ground for a while. Let me do it, your wrist will get sore soon."
As he spoke, he took it and added, "The ink doesn't smell good either, so don't spill it on your clothes. You just made this wheelchair for me, so you must be tired. Sit down and rest for a bit."
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced silently at her dirty clothes. Was there any need to protect them? Besides, she wasn't that delicate; grinding ink wasn't enough to make her wrists ache. However, she knew he meant well, so Jiang Nuanzhi didn't say anything.
"Is it because the ink and brushes I bought were of poor quality that this happened?"
Seeing that Li Rong had been dawdling for a while, Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but ask.
Li Rong shook his head: "That's not the case. This is actually the ink most commonly used by ordinary scholars. It's reasonably priced, durable, and excellent for daily calligraphy practice. It's just that if you want to sell your calligraphy, you'll inevitably have to put in a lot of effort. Don't worry, it will be quick."
"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry." Jiang Nuanzhi waved her hand, then sat down and looked at him listlessly.
Li Rong is a tall and burly man, but surprisingly he is quite meticulous.
Upon closer inspection, his features actually appear quite refined. However, given his tall and robust physique, one might subconsciously overlook the appearance of his facial features.
He had already started writing. Even though he was in a wheelchair, his posture remained straight. His hand was very steady; he lifted the pen in mid-air without shaking at all.
As Jiang Nuanzhi looked at it, her gaze drifted downwards, gradually settling on its broad shoulders and narrow waist.
He's been able to move around more these past two days, and he's gotten a bit stronger. His thin summer clothes cling to his body, and his chest rises and falls slowly with his even breathing.
In a daze, my heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Nuanzhi snapped out of her daze and silently despised herself.
Damn it, I've been a vegetarian for way too long.
How could you have such inappropriate thoughts about a sick man? This is your patient! Jiang Nuanzhi, you beast!
"Anuan? Anuan? What are you thinking about?" Li Rong called her twice but received no response, so he couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her eyes.
"Huh?" Jiang Nuanzhi hurriedly came back to her senses.
"What's wrong? Why is your face a little red? Are you feeling unwell?" Li Rong frowned and leaned closer to look at her.
(End of this chapter)
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