After getting Hua Concubine Niangniang's book, Xiaocao followed the book and learned to paint seriously.

Xiaocao is very talented in reading, she is young and doesn't pretend to have anything to do, so she can remember the books that Mr. Yunqing taught her to read, Mr. Yunqing sighed countless times that it is a pity that Xiaocao is not a man, otherwise she will be the champion of the Great Zhou after 12 years. On the way to painting, Xiaocao is also very spiritual. It's just that this stubborn little girl refuses to ask other people, so she follows Hua Concubine's book, reads it carefully every day, ponders and paints carefully.

Judging from her recent strength, Xiao Nuan feels that her sister's interest in painting is greater than reading, second only to playing.

Niangniang's book Xiao Nuan also read, Niangniang in the book through a large number of works as examples, with Xiaocao can understand the sentence to introduce the basic knowledge of sketching and the method of specific practical exercises, still life, character head, character bust, character sketch and scene sketch and other painting methods. Xiao Nuan looked at the book and thought, when Niangniang wrote this book, she should feel very happy, finally there is something that makes her in Chonghua Palace, where she is located, no longer lonely.

"Sister, look, okay?" Xiaocao pointed out the horse she had just drawn to her sister with great anticipation, and her sister's opinion was very important to her. Because no matter how many people I have seen, even the Holy Lord and the Third Master are also counted, my sister is always the most powerful one in Xiaocao's heart.

Although Niangniang's book is clear, Xiao Nuan is also afraid that her sister's different brain circuits will misunderstand these theories, and she will go further and further on this artistic road. But now it seems that it is not too biased, at least she can see at a glance that her sister is drawing a horse, "It's better than the previous one, this horse's four legs are the same length!" ”

Xiaocao pointed to the darkness under the horse's hooves, and said proudly, "Niangniang said that after painting on the ground, things will appear stable, isn't it amazing?" ”

"Well, that's amazing!" Xiao Nuan ordered a few more points where she thought her sister had drawn very well, so she took her little hand and went home for dinner, telling her as she walked, "Xiaocao, my sister has thought about it seriously, there is a path that may be very suitable for you." ”

"What way?" Xiaocao hurriedly asked.

When she told Xiaocao that her paintings could be sold for ten taels of silver each, Xiao Nuan didn't seriously consider it. But today, seeing her sister's ink-stained face and the big stack of paintings, Xiao Nuan began to seriously think about the development direction of her sister's painting, "You read a lot of books, and there are a lot of stories you like in books, right?" ”

"Well, it's a fun story, a lot!" Xiaocao nodded vigorously.

"When you learn how to draw, you can draw the stories in the book one by one, and in a place the size of a book, you can draw two pictures or one picture, and then draw the story little by little, and then it becomes a storybook with pictures. This kind of book will be very interesting, everyone will definitely like it, as long as it is something that someone likes, there will be a market, and it will be sold for a lot of money......" Xiao Nuan told her sister seriously.

My sister can read and like to draw, and if she develops well in the future, she can be a comic story painter, which is a blank field in Da Zhou, and it should be very popular. Painting is not like doing business, it belongs to the elegant things within the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, no matter who my sister marries in the future, she will not be looked down upon because of this. Moreover, if my sister can sink in, she will not be bored in this life.

Xiaocao had never seen a storybook with paintings, she thought it was interesting and puzzled, "Sister, Xiaocao doesn't know how to do it." ”

Xiao Nuan pulled her to squat down, picked up a branch and drew a simple two-panel comic on the ground. She took two little people who were fighting, wrote "kill you" and "come on" in the dialog box, and then drew two little figures with their arms raised and one lying down, and the dialog box said "it hurts" and asked her sister, "What are they doing here?" ”

Xiaocao understood at once, "One hit the other, and then was knocked down." Sister, Xiaocao likes this and wants to draw stories like this. ”

Xiao Nuan nodded with a smile, "Hmm." ”

"Thank you, sister." Xiaocao laughed and licked.

"Silly girl, thank me for something, my sister can't teach you to read or paint, and you have to walk on your own." Xiao Nuan took her by the hand and continued to walk back.

Xiaocao said seriously, "If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't have the paper and pen to draw, and Xiaocao wouldn't be able to draw one by one." Making money is the most important thing. ”

Hearing her sister say this, Xiao Nuan suddenly felt a sour nose, the feeling of being needed, understood, and liked was simply great, Xiao Nuan clenched her sister's hand, "Well, making money is very important, my sister also likes it, leave the money making at home to my sister, you just do what you like." ”

"Xiaocao also likes to make money, and after the age of ten, Xiaocao followed her sister to learn to make money." After my sister marries her brother-in-law, the family has to rely on her and her mother, she can't let her mother be tired, she has to be in charge!

Xiao Nuan smiled and pinched her sister's little face, "Okay." ”

The Qin family has been very busy these days, and the fields of the first village before the frost fall should be fertilized and deeply planted with wheat. Because cotton has been planted here for two years in a row, it cannot be replanted for a third year, otherwise it is easy to get sick. The fields of the second, third and fourth farms can be kept for another year.

After ploughing the land and sowing seeds, the frost has passed, and after the weather is cold, there is nothing to live in the village, and the long-term workers can receive their wages and go home, and come back to work after the thaw next year.

It's time to pay wages again, and the long-term workers talk about it every day. At the end of last year, Qin also gave each person an extra two months' wages, saying that it was a reward for everyone's hard work for a year. Therefore, they have worked harder this year, and the cotton harvest is better than last year, so I can't say that the owner will give them more money so that they can have a decent good year.

The Qin family has also kept this matter in mind and discussed it with Xiao Nuan several times. The situation in the first village is different from the second and third villages, there are no tenants who live here for a long time, and they are all strong workers who come to carry long-term work, so there is no such thing as dividends for planting cotton.

The tenants who rented the land to grow cotton in the second and third villages, Xiao Nuan collected cotton from their fields according to the price after the commission, and each of them also earned more than a dozen yuan, and everyone was so happy that this year's hard work was finally worth it. These long-term workers in the first village have been with them for the longest time, and of course they can't be treated badly. However, it can't rise too much, people's hearts are insufficient, and if they raise their appetite, it will be difficult to do it in the future.

On this day, after Xiao Nuan's family went to the city to eat Zhang Sanyou and Hu Xia's wedding wine, when they came back, they saw the steward Niu Dashui and the long-term workers fiddling with the cotton trees drying on the edge of the field. The Qin family is not a temperament that likes to stretch, so he asked Huang Zihou to prepare a few boxes of copper coins and broken silver with joy, and summoned everyone to the front yard to pay the wages!

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