Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11002

Yang Ruoqing's teasing finally calmed them down.

Dajie's face was still pale, his shoulders were hunched, and his eyes didn't dare to look around.

But Yang Huazhong's strong heart has been awakened. He puffed up his chest and said: "I'm not scared. There's nothing to be scared about. We know they are all business items."

"Hehe, I feel relieved if dad thinks so. I thought you were scared."

"What about that, Qing'er, how's your painting going?"

Yang Huazhong asked, and stuffed the oil paper bag in his hand to Yang Ruoqing: "Here, I brought you something to eat."

Yang Ruoqing took the oil paper bag and pointed to a corner of the wall: "You guys, follow me!"

Yang Huazhong and Dajie followed Yang Ruoqing to the corner.

Good guy, Wang You is sitting on a high stool. In front of him, he is making a human skeleton out of bamboo. Next to him is a thick stack of cut papers. The papers are colorful. Judging from the material, they are used for paper binding. , the same paper used for other ready-made paper products in this room.

In front of Wang You, there was a drawing board with a piece of white paper pasted on it. On the white paper, there was a half-human portrait.

"Oh my God, I was so scared that I thought it was the eldest sister coming over!"

Yang Huazhong turned his head and saw the portrait, his eyes widened.

The eldest sister he mentioned was none other than Sun's natal sister, the eldest Sun.

"Look, Dajie, does the person in this portrait look like your mother?" Yang Huazhong has grown up. This is the first time he has seen a portrait painted so lifelike, as if he were a real person standing in front of him.

But it doesn't look like it at first glance, because this portrait is a bust. Although it looks very much like Da Sun, the overall proportion is much smaller than that of the real person.

After all, the space of drawing paper is also limited.

The moment Dajie saw the portrait, he stretched his neck and stared at it with his mouth wide open.

Because he couldn't believe that Wang You could really recreate his eldest daughter Sun's facial features so vividly just by relying on Yang Ruoqing's verbal description, Dajie even took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose and laughed. He took out his handkerchief and wiped it with his breath, put it back on, stretched his neck again and leaned in to stare.

After looking at it, the result was amazing!

"It's so similar, not only the facial features, but also the charm and temperament, everything is perfect!"

"I admire you, I admire you so much, you are truly an expert!"

Dajie's praise also won Yang Ruoqing's approval.

"It's really amazing. He is worthy of being a painter under the overpass for several years!"

"Shopkeeper Wang You, would you like to eat a fried dough stick?"

Yang Ruoqing opened the oil paper bag in her hand, took a fried dough stick and handed it to Wang You.

Wang You fiddled with the paper tie in his hand with both hands, and took the time to smile gratefully at Yang Ruoqing: "No, no, no, I have to finish the pricking in one go when I feel this coming, and you can just eat."

As for the previous praise for his painting skills, Wang You automatically skipped the topic.

Because during his years as a painter, he had become numb to hearing similar words.

Since Wang You doesn't want to delay, Yang Ruoqing is happy to see the success and will not delay him. Several people pulled up some stools nearby and sat down, where Yang Huazhong and Dajie watched Wang You making paper knots with great interest.

Yang Ruoqing watched while eating steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

After becoming popular, the eerie atmosphere in this room gradually dissipated a lot.

Yang Huazhong even started talking to Wang Youna: "Xiao Wang, why are you the only one walking around in your shop? Where are the other people in your family? Where are the waiters?"

Wang You took the time to respond to Yang Huazhong's words while making paper ties: "Hey, my father fell ill and was paralyzed in bed two years ago. My mother and my wife have to stay at home to take care of him. The children are still young and can't help. What am I busy with?”

"Business in the shop is slow. It's good to be able to support a family of several people. Where can I afford a waiter?"

"So, it's really not easy for you to be in charge of everything from top to bottom."

“It’s not easy for anyone to make a living!”

"That's true... Oh, that's not true either. I think the business of the coffin shop diagonally across from your house is quite booming. I guess they have made three or four orders this morning. Why are you not placing any orders here? No?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Wang You was startled for a moment, looking a little embarrassed.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand. I sell what others sell. Why do people go to his shop and not to me..."

"You opened today, aren't we doing business with you?" Yang Ruoqing stuffed the last piece of fried dough sticks into her mouth and said, "Put it in nicely. A craftsman like you won't be short of orders."

"Even if you can't compare to the other side of the shop, don't forget that you still have the skills to draw."

Wang You thought about it and laughed: "My father doesn't allow me to set up a stall outside to paint, but I'm not a shopkeeper. Hey, let's just do this for now!"

Wang You continued to work on paper tying in his hands, and Yang Huazhong and Dajie gradually let go. They no longer just sat on the stools, but sometimes got up and walked back and forth in the warehouse, looking at the items on the wall. All kinds of paper products.

Yang Ruoqing finished eating, got some warm water and washed her hands. She looked at Wang You's progress and nodded secretly.

The other parts of the body are basically done, but now the only thing missing is the head of the 'eldest aunt'.

Before putting on the head, Wang You had to sculpt the face first. The face was not made with plasticine, but carved with wood, so the carved facial features would be very three-dimensional. Finally, the facial features were traced and colored...

This is what Yang Ruoqing and Wang You learned about earlier. It seems that it is not easy to make money with a complete process of making paper.

Half a day may be a bit tight. If he can't make it in time, Yang Ruoqing can give Wang You a few more hours, as long as he can get things done...

After all, it is not easy to be in their profession. The shops on the street are basically closed on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, but their coffin shops are still open...

It's quiet in the warehouse here.

Wang You was probably used to the cold business in his own shop, so he didn't leave anyone to look after him in the lobby of the shop next door, because he knew that almost no one would come in.

But during this process, the sounds of talking and business discussions could be heard from time to time in the shop opposite.

This contrast is really strong, and it’s because Wang You has a good attitude. If someone with a bad attitude had opened the shop, he would have closed the shop and changed his career long ago.

"Fortunately, my shop is not rented, it is my family's house. Don't pay rent." Wang You seemed to have noticed something, smiled at himself, and added: "My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather, my ancestors Several generations have been involved in this business, but now that I am the only son, my father wants me to inherit the family business, so I can only hold on."

(End of this chapter)