Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11001

This made Wang You, who had prepared paper-making materials nearby, look over several times. He was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to rush because Yang Ruoqing's wealth and wealth made him a little scared.

But in the end, it looked like the sun was about to rise, and Dajie hadn't drawn it yet.

Wang You couldn't help it anymore and said cautiously: "Well, guests, you gave me half a day to sit and tie paper. That half day should not be counted in the painting time, right?"

If included, half the day would have passed, and there would be too little time left for him...

Wang You's question made Yang Ruoqing, Dajie, and Yang Huazhong a little embarrassed.

But soon, Yang Ruoqing planned to transfer the embarrassment.

So she said to Dajie: "You should stop painting. Your painting is not like my aunt. You waste more time than me!"

Dajie blushed, holding a brush in his hand and smiling awkwardly.

"I haven't painted in two years, so I'm a little rusty. How about I make do with it?"

It’s just a formality anyway…

"That won't work, we can't make do with each other. Taoist priest Yuan said that we must be 90% similar to get through, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted!"

"Then what should we do?" Dajie scratched his scalp and couldn't think of a way.

Yang Ruoqing took the brush from his hand and put it into Wang You's hand next to her: "You come to paint. Haven't you been a painter before?"

Wang You took the paintbrush and did not refuse.

But Dajie was the first to object, "Sister Qing'er, even if he is a painter, I'm afraid he can't do it. After all, he has never seen my mother's face!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "A true painter does not need to be seen with his own eyes."

Just like the professionals in a department who specialize in painting portraits of criminal suspects, they have never seen the suspect. They just heard the relevant details of the suspect from the witnesses, and then used their own puzzles and imagination to finally draw the complete picture. .

Hey, don’t mention it, they are very similar.

If there are such talents in future generations, there must be some in this life as well.

"Wang You, let me tell you, are you confident in painting?" Yang Ruoqing asked the person involved again.

When Wang You held the paintbrush in his hand, his eyes seemed to light up a bit. He was no longer the former shopkeeper of the coffin shop salted fish who was yawning and sweeping dust everywhere with a feather duster.

"I'm confident!"

“As long as you have confidence, let’s get started!”

I found two stools, Yang Ruoqing sat on them, and Wang You sat on them. When they sat face to face, there was a drawing board in the middle.

"My eldest aunt is about this tall... her shoulders are this broad..."

Yang Ruoqing began to describe the appearance of the Great Sun from head to toe...

During this process, in order to keep the two of them in a clean environment, Yang Huazhong and Dajie went to a food stall at the entrance of the alley outside and bought some steamed buns to satisfy their hunger.

"Uncle, is that friend Wang reliable? Why does Sister Qing'er trust him so much? I'm afraid I won't even recognize who it is when I draw it later!"

Yang Huazhong said: "I don't know whether Wang You is reliable, but I believe that my Qing'er is."

Dajie opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing and buried himself in eating wontons.

The two of them finished their breakfast quickly and took a portion for Yang Ruoqing to go back.

Entering the alley, I immediately saw several people carrying a brand new coffin from the coffin shop opposite Wang You's house.

Behind him, the shopkeeper of the coffin shop followed. Yang Huazhong pushed the brim of his hat down, not wanting the shopkeeper to recognize him and not wanting to talk more.

Dajie said: "The business across the street seems to be good. When we came out earlier, we saw two groups of people in the store. Now we have sold another coffin."

Yang Huazhong said: "This business is really good. The last time Uncle Qing'er and I went to his house to buy paper towels, we caught up with several groups of customers both times. It seemed like it was open every day and made a profit every day."

Maybe everyone is envious of other shops making money, but if the business in the coffin shop is booming, only the shopkeeper is secretly enjoying it.

Others probably wouldn't dare to be jealous, let alone envious.

Because the coffin shop's business is good, that means...right? Everyone who understands understands.

When the two returned to Wang You's shop, they found that the shop was really deserted and scary, and even had a somewhat eerie feeling.

"Qing'er? Qing'er, where are you?"

What makes Yang Huazhong and Dajie even more strange is that before they left, the two people who were sitting here drawing are now gone. The stools are gone, the drawing board is gone, and the two people are also missing!

"Dad, we are here, come here!"

When Yang Huazhong and Dajie followed Yang Ruoqing's voice to the door with half a black cloth curtain hanging on one side, they hesitated.

Yang Ruoqing's voice came from inside again: "Come in, why are you dawdling!"

Yang Huazhong and Dajie looked at each other, and there was obvious fear in Dajie's eyes.

Because this shop is so big and hidden in this deep alley, and because it faces south and faces north, the morning light in winter cannot reach the house. Only the west-slanting sun after noon may take care of this place.

So the whole room was dark and gloomy, and apart from the shopkeeper Wang You, there was no one else in sight from beginning to end, not even a helper.

Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth, opened the black curtain and walked in.

Dajie also bravely followed in.

As soon as the two entered, what they saw in front of them made them take a breath.

There were five or six coffins neatly placed in front of him, some were painted, some were coated with tung oil, and some were neither painted nor tung oil, but the original wooden structure, whether it was lacquer or tung oil, Or wood, these smells are mixed together and condensed into a smell called coffin!

Smell often has a memory function and can remind people of many special scenes and pictures.

In addition to these large coffins, there are a row of paper-made people, boys and girls, paper-made sedans and horses, paper-made pavilions and pavilions, paper-made wreaths and flower baskets, and paper-made baskets placed next to the walls. There are all kinds of livestock...

In the corner, there are some discarded semi-finished paper products, piled together, lying in various directions, with arms and legs missing.

"Uncle, I, I'm so scared..."

Dajie raised his hand to hold up the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose and swallowed hard.

To be honest, Yang Huazhong himself also had goosebumps all over his body.

Although he and Yang Huaming had already been to the coffin shop across the street last time, and they went into their warehouse to select paper products, but there were not only shopkeepers but also clerks. The warehouse was brightly lit, and there were other customers outside the warehouse. It was very strange. It was lively, so it diluted the scary and eerie feeling.

And this Wang You’s shop is really...

"Dad, Dajie, don't panic, come over here and take a look!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly appeared in front of them, almost startling them.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment when she saw their expressions, and then understood.

"It's clear as day, you two gentlemen... can't you?"

(End of this chapter)