four and a half year old farm family pet

Chapter 94 Portrait
I saw the little girl was silent, lying on the elder's shoulder and thinking.

So Wan Mo didn't waste any time and negotiated directly with Miao.

"You are the elder of the little girl, right? The village chief must have made my intention of coming clear to you."

Mrs. Miao nodded heavily: "Let me make it clear, our family has no objections, and neither does Little Yuanbao."

"That's it." Wan Mo looked at Yuan Bao again and smiled as gently as he could, "Little girl, my brother wants to draw a few pictures of you, make them into adult paintings, and sell them in Lancheng and even the surrounding cities and villages. Are you willing? Don’t want to?”

It doesn't matter whether Miao and others are willing or not, the point is, it depends on whether Yuan Bao cooperates.

Yuan Bao knew that there was money to be gained from this matter, so he nodded heavily: "Yes, yes! However, you are not an elder brother, but an uncle~~"

Wan Mo was stunned: "How can I be an uncle! I'm only eighteen this year!"

"Yuanbao is only five years old, so you are my uncle!"

Yuan Bao emphasized the age difference between them.

Wan Mo has a headache. To be honest, this is the first time he has been called uncle.

But forget it, Tong Yanwuji, he can't do anything wrong because of the little girl's words.

Wan Mo said to Miao: "Before we draw the portraits, let me communicate with you first. We have to draw a total of six styles of portraits and are given 50 taels of silver. The process may be a bit hard."

"Hard work? Didn't I just sit there and let you draw it?" Miao became unhappy when she heard that she would work hard on Yuanbao.

It doesn't matter that their family doesn't earn these 50 taels of silver. Anyway, they are not in urgent need of money now, so there is no need to make Yuan Bao work hard.

Wan Mo said: "It is true that we just sit there and let us draw quietly, but we may not be allowed to move for a long time and just sit there, so..."

Miao felt that this was too difficult for Yuan Bao. This little girl was like Tuan Feng. She ran wherever she thought and was very lively. If she was asked to sit still for a portrait, wouldn't it be like going to jail?
Yuanbao said: "Okay, Yuanbao can sit still!"

"This..." Wan Mo glanced at Miao.Miao gritted her teeth and said, "Master Wan Mo, if Yuan Bao can't sit still later, can you let her rest? My granddaughter is only five years old, and I don't agree with letting her sit for such a long time to draw portraits. If you don't Promise, we won’t paint anymore!”

Wan Mo didn't expect that Mrs. Miao could not be tempted to think about her child's feelings when faced with 50 taels of silver. He immediately admired her and said, "Okay, I will take a break after every time I draw an incense stick."

"That's it! Let's do it!" Ms. Miao fought for her granddaughter's maximum rights.

Wan Mo also breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's get started directly, don't waste time. Yun Niang, take Yuan Bao into the house to change clothes and comb your hair."

Wan Mo then introduced her to Miao: "Yun Niang is the makeup lady of Lancheng Meizhuang Pavilion. Her skills are very good and she won't hurt Yuanbao's hair. You can rest assured."

"Uh-huh."

Mrs. Miao gave the Yunbao to Yun Niang and asked her to take the child inside.

Not long after, Yuan Bao came out.

He was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with the word "Fu" embroidered on it, and the flower bud on his head remained the same, it was still the one Miao had done.

It’s just that the head flowers tied on it have become more gorgeous, more festive, and more tasteful.

Yun Niang also applied blush on the little girl's chubby cheeks, making Yuan Bao look like a good boy. The little girl's face was flushed, making people feel blessed and happy.

"Yuanbao, just stand there holding the hollow gold ingot. If you are tired, just say it. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Yuanbao knows~~" Yuanbao nodded heavily.

The ingot in her hand was only plated with gold, not solid. She could hold it.

Wan Mo turned around and glanced at the painters who were standing up, "Let's start, try to draw out all the expressions."

(End of this chapter)