C6 The Picture of the Rain Washing the Root of the Mountain

With the bank card in his hand, Yang Bo was extremely excited. 50,000 yuan was equivalent to one-eighty-five hundred and fifty thousand yuan, but it was the first step he had taken. With this 50,000 yuan, he would have more chances to double or triple his earnings and accumulate more money!

Next, he had to use this 50,000 yuan to pick up the leftovers. Because with more capital, the speed of earning money would definitely increase. Also, he could let his father move into the hospital as soon as possible to receive treatment. However, the origin of the money was not easy to explain. Perhaps he could use the reason of winning the lottery to deceive them for a while, but there would be a lot of income in the future, so it would not be easy to explain.

It was too early, so Yang Bo could not call his family. He put the folding bed down and thought for a long time. Finally, he fell asleep.

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Yang Bo was woken up by a series of anxious and stern shouts. The sky outside the window was bright. A fat pig head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, causing Yang Bo to be shocked. He quickly reacted, "Boss, good morning!"

Grandet Guo was furious. Because he was too excited yesterday, he could not help but drink two cups of wine. Thus, he came a little late today. He did not expect that the guy would not open the door even at nine o'clock. He could not help but scold, "Yang Bo, where did you go last night? Why are you so early today? Do you not want to do it anymore? There are many people who want to do this job. If you don't want to do it …"

"Get up early every day, clean the shop, boil the water, and sweep the front door …"

Yang Bo quickly tidied up his bed. He had experienced this kind of scene countless times. If it wasn't for the sake of his parents, he would have quit long ago. He did not say a word and waited until Grandet Guo said he was tired.

"Alright, I won't say anymore. Go and buy me a bowl of porridge, hmm, just plain porridge will do." Grandet Guo finally stopped and gave Yang Bo ten yuan to buy breakfast.

Yang Bo took the money and turned around to leave.

When he came back, Yang Bo had two servings of breakfast in his hands. He handed the plain porridge to Grandet Guo. Grandet Guo could not help but look at him. He saw that Yang Bo had also bought a bowl of porridge, and there was even a stick of oil barbecue. This was completely out of Yang Bo's usual state. This made him hesitate, "Little Yang, why are you so willing to eat breakfast today?"

Yang Bo raised his head, "For the sake of my health, I better eat something."

Grandet Guo looked at Yang Bo as he drank the porridge and ate the oil barbecue, "Oh, then hurry up and eat. After eating, you still have to clean up."

Yang Bo nodded and began to eat. He was thinking about what kind of reason he needed to call home.

Grandet Guo stared at Yang Bo and felt that something was wrong. Yang Bo's porridge seemed to have something in it. He could not help but ask, "Yang, isn't your porridge white porridge?"

Yang Bo was in a trance when he heard the question. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "This is the Skin Pork Smear Porridge."

Grandet Guo's eyes suddenly widened. "Skin Pork Smear Porridge!"

Grandet Guo felt that something was wrong with his tone. He quickly said again, "Yang, you also said that your father is not in good health. You should save more money so that you can treat your father in the future."

Yang Bo nodded. "I know."

Grandet Guo looked at Yang Bo's porridge and then looked down at his own porridge. He suddenly felt that it was tasteless. The superiority he had built up was damaged, and he was not in the mood to eat.

After Yang Bo finished his breakfast, he quickly cleaned up the shop. At this time, there were customers in the shop.

Jinling was known as the 'Furnace', and it was also in the eighth month of the year. The weather was hot, but because it was close to the Sky Palace, there would always be some tourists passing by the Jinling Museum. Yang Bo took a book and sat on a small stool in front of the door. When the customers came in, he did not have much of a mind to greet them, because he knew that most people would only look and not buy.

Previously, Yang Bo also studied ancient knowledge every day, but that was because he had nothing to do. He purely wanted to find something to do. Now that he knew that he had a special ability, Yang Bo was even more eager to learn these new knowledge.

Grandet Guo might be stingy, but he was still in the business. He had put a lot of professional books in the store. Yang Bo had already read most of them, but he could only remember about a third of them. Now, his memory was surprisingly good. After reading it twice, he could basically remember it. He had no choice but to read it again.

Time slipped away. Yang Bo focused on learning. Unknowingly, it was already noon. When he heard Grandet Guo shouting in the inner hall, he suddenly woke up and knew that it was time to buy lunch.

After receiving the money, he went to the fast-food restaurant with familiar ease. When he passed by the door yesterday, Yang Bo could not help but look over. The old beggar was no longer there, and the glazed beads were also gone. However, it seemed that his good luck had come from this. Perhaps this was the good karma of a good person. Thinking about his father's illness that had yet to be treated, he had once fantasized whether a god would suddenly descend from the sky and give him 850,000 yuan or a divine medicine that could cure all illnesses.

After realizing this, he realized that a strong man would always strive to improve himself. Only by relying on himself could he create his own future and change his fate. Even if he had a superpower, he still had to work hard to learn it. Otherwise, he would be wasting the treasures he had and would lose them for nothing.

After buying lunch, he found that there was actually a guest at the Gu De Restaurant. A middle-aged man was standing in the shop with a long box in his arms. The man's clothes were ragged and he looked quite poor. He said, "Boss, this painting is passed down from my ancestors. It was made by a hanged monk. If it wasn't for my family's child suffering from leukemia, I wouldn't have taken this painting. You have to know that this painting is going to be passed down from generation to generation. In the future, it will only become more and more valuable!"

The middle-aged man said bitterly, his voice low and sorrowful, making Yang Bo suddenly think of his own situation. Wasn't his own father like this? And he couldn't be filial. If he couldn't save his father, then no matter how much money he earned, what use would it be?

Putting the lunch box to the side, Yang Bo walked over and looked at the painting Grandet Guo was looking at. There was a pavilion, a lake, and a tall scholar sitting alone on a boat. In the close-up, there were white clouds, peaks, and winding paths. In the far away, there were dark mountains. The entire picture portrayed the clean and quiet mountains after the rain.

Looking at the signature, "rain wash the root of the mountain", there was another five-word poem, "rain wash the root of the mountain, as pure as the cold night. In the clear mist, the peaks stand in front of me …"

The stamp was the word "Shi Xi." The entire painting was clean and quiet, making people feel refined.

Yang Bo thought that it was good, but he did not dare to relax at all. His eyes suddenly lit up, and rays of light seeped out of the painting, gradually gathering in the middle of the painting. The halo formed, and a ray of light flew out, entering Yang Bo's eyes. Yang Bo was suddenly overjoyed. This halo was even thicker than the Fish Basket Bottle!

It was true!

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