Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 222 Talent?

"Ms. Zhao, give it to me. I'll pick it up for you."

Aunt Jin was carrying two baskets of pigweed. From a distance, she saw Zhao Susu staggering with a large bundle of firewood on her back, walking to the kitchen with three steps, and hurried over to help.

She stepped forward to take down the firewood, wrapped it neatly in three or two strokes, and picked it up on the pole with ease, as if nothing was there. "Is your Ah Man just seven years old? Don't work too hard, today's sheep As soon as the milk arrived, I hurried to the logistics to get two cans, but when I went late, there was only the milk from Li Sanbangzi and the others. I heard from Sanniang that children drink goat milk, and it was the prescription given by Sanniang herself. Boiled to remove the fishy smell, the goat milk smell is not heavy, but it is sweet and fragrant, and it is very delicious. If my daughter does not drink two cups a day, she will not sleep well at night. The little girl has even learned to be picky. Hey."

Aunt Jin really felt that the current life was so good that she didn't even dare to think about it, but occasionally when her little granddaughter said that this was delicious and that was not delicious, she couldn't help but sigh--oh, what a crime!

A few months ago, when San Niangzi’s village canteen was not built, Aunt Jin relied on her own strength to work from dawn to night, doing everything, and her little one-year-old was still hungry every day. The granddaughter howled.

She cried so much that she wished she could sell her own meat to feed her granddaughter.

It's good now, it's only been a few months, the little girl has learned to pick her mouth, the same small snack milk cake, made by the third lady herself, the one with a small bag of three Wen, the little girl eats deliciously, and replaced it with other cooks. The one with a small bag of money, the little girl is a little reluctant.

Aunt Jin sighed in her heart, and burst into a smile, "Go quickly, don't worry, with me, I won't delay the errand."

Zhao Susu blushed, lowered her head and answered nonchalantly.

One is to be ashamed of myself after working for such a long time, but still not doing well.

Secondly... She was in the library yesterday, and the third lady gave her the goat's milk, saying she wanted her to take it home for Ah Man to drink. In the end, ahem, she was fascinated by reading, and the goat's milk was very fragrant It was so sweet that she drank it up before she knew it.

Zhao Susu's face turned redder when she thought of all the situations at that time, and the third lady saw them all.

Zhao Susu carried Aunt Jin's scythe for cutting pigweed, and walked forward step by step. Along the way, she saw that the farm was in order. Both men, women, and children were dressed in similar clothes, with endless joy on their faces.

As I was walking, I happened to see San Niangzi sitting on a stone pier under the tree and painting at his desk. Zhao Susu was stunned for a moment. Aunt Jin had already gone to see the ceremony, and said with admiration: "San Niang's paintings are really good. This is me. The painting is so similar, my kid usually likes to draw a picture, but his father can't even recognize that he is drawing me."

Gu Xiang smiled.

Zhao Susu: "..."

She also admitted that the paintings drawn by the third lady are quite similar, and the bricks and tiles of the farm are all vivid in the paintings.

But it's hard to say how good this painting is.

Zhao Susu herself is not good at painting, it's not that she has never learned it, but she just doesn't care about it. She only loves reading since she was a child, and she can read all kinds of books, but she loves poetry the most. , but the level of appreciation is definitely not lower than her father.

At this time, in her opinion, the paintings of San Niangzi are similar to the patterns carved on ordinary carpenter's furniture. They are indeed delicate and beautiful, but they are far from being called a painting.

Zhao Susu's lips moved, but she hesitated and didn't make a sound. She has already passed the age where she has to worry about everything, and she can't think clearly if she doesn't speak up.

Especially at this time, everyone who passed by praised the third lady for her outstanding talent. The simple and cute words of the folks made people very happy. happy.

Zhao Susu's lips moved, and her baldness came out as soon as she opened her mouth: "If San Niangzi's painting is placed in Wenxuan Painting House in Jiangnan, it may be worth a thousand gold, and there is no market for it. You can't buy it even if you want to buy it."

Gu Xiang blinked, looked up at Zhao Susu's sincere face, and then looked down at her own painting—is she really a rare genius?

Comparable to Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi?

Or beat Van Gogh, Da Vinci?

After all, she really never learned how to draw, not even when she was in the Children's Palace.

That is to say, now I have bought engraving and embroidery from the mall one after another. Recently, the proficiency of these two skills has been improved to the same level. I feel that I should be able to draw, so I pull out the brush and try it.

She also felt that she was painted alike.

The farm in the painting is even more beautiful than in reality. After all, many buildings have not been completed yet, and it will take two or three months for all to be completed.

Gu Xiang felt that the design and layout of the whole picture was okay. It looked a little crooked, and it seemed that there was a little problem with the proportions, but she was not very good at drawing. She was able to draw like this now, thanks to the infinite help of the system up.

So Gu Xiang is still very satisfied.

But when Zhao Susu boasted like this, her mind became confused. Maybe she is really talented?

Immediately, Gu Xiang laughed: "I asked a friend to buy two volumes of lyrics today. If Mrs. Zhao is free tonight, why don't you copy them for me?"

Zhao Susu's eyes suddenly became round and rolling, and her cheeks were flushed: "Okay~"

After saying a few words, Zhao Susu continued to do things. She didn't feel tired from working, and became more active. During the break, she drank tea with her aunts and excitedly leaned over to praise Gu Xiang.

"The third lady's brushstrokes are really good. With just a few strokes, she outlined a scene of prosperity and prosperity. I saw her painting children playing at the time, and the paintings were so lifelike. The ladybug also has all the tentacles, even if the painting saint is resurrected, it's nothing more than that."

Zhao Susu felt that she was clumsy and not good at speaking, so she felt regretful, "It's a pity that I am so clumsy that I can't describe San Niangzi's excellence."

All the aunts and aunts here are deeply convinced.

On this day, Ada went to the mountains near Guzhuang as usual, and the most important thing was to keep an eye on the status of 'Sister Huan'.

As soon as he went up the mountain, he heard several diners talking there.

"Have you ever seen San Niangzi's masterpiece?"

"Of course I saw it, and I was shocked. I heard that some high-ranking official, or someone, came from the south of the Yangtze River. They wanted to pay 1000 taels of gold to buy it, but San Niangzi was not willing to sell it."

"I didn't expect San Niangzi to be so good at painting, so everyone washes our hands and makes soup for us, tsk tsk!"

Ah Da was shocked.

He felt more and more that if he really brought this sister Huan back to the capital, she wouldn't be like those little ladies and young masters at home who thought that by stuffing her into a corner, she would disappear from the aristocratic circle of the capital. middle.

Such a character should be conspicuous no matter where he goes.

(End of this chapter)