Chapter 4 Draw a picture first
"Everyone, how about I draw a picture first?"
Hu Xin'er held her "pine needle" brush, raised her willow-shaped eyebrows, and looked at Mu Qing with high spirits, "I will use this young man as a model and draw a picture!"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes were like nails, fixed on Mu Qing's face and unable to move away.
Where did this immortal come from?
Hu Xiner just used her brush to paint with ease, large patches of paint on the wooden board.
"Oh! This isn't painting, this is trashing!"
The villagers sneered, saying that dyes were good things, but only dyeing workshops had them, and it would cost a lot of money to buy them.
Even Mu Qing frowned. The girl was probably just talking nonsense. She was an ordinary girl who couldn't even read or write, let alone learn painting.
Hu Xin'er moved slowly, with joy written all over her face, as she spread the dye, applying it again and again.
Her actions aroused the curiosity of the villagers, and they all wanted to know what kind of monsters she would draw in the end.
The atmosphere was harmonious for a while, so quiet that only the sound of the wind passing through the hall could be heard.
“This…this…”
When the human-shaped structure first appeared, people were finally amazed.
Hu Xin'er felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and wrote as if inspired by God.
In the picture, on the top of a green mountain, a strange young man stands with his head tilted to the side, his clothes fluttering, his brows slightly furrowed, his solemnity revealing his calmness, as if he is troubled by something.
His eyes were narrow and bright, as if the stars were crushed in them.
“What a marvelous workmanship!”
"Isn't this the same demeanor you had just now? It's wonderful and charming! Wonderful, wonderful!"
Amidst the sounds of praise, Hu Xiner had already put pen to paper and habitually signed her name at the bottom right corner.
"Whoever wants a painting can paint on the spot. This painting uses special ink that won't fade or corrode with time. It's ten copper coins, it's worth it. To be honest with you, I've lost everything I have." Hu Xin'er smiled leisurely, not forgetting to wink at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing couldn't help laughing, his thin lips curled into a slight curve.
If he hadn't seen with his own eyes how she made these things, he would have believed her lies.
I'm already penniless, how can I talk about losing everything?
"I want this painting." A girl of about seventeen or eighteen stole a few glances at Mu Qing, lowered her head, her ears stained with crimson, and said, "Don't bother the shop owner to paint it again."
oh?
Are you interested in Mu Qing?
"Okay, since you're our first customer, I'll give you a 2-coin coupon. Next time, it'll only be 8 coins!"
Hu Xin'er didn't feel any sense of crisis at all. Instead, she felt proud that she had good vision. She handed over the drawing board and marked the word "eight" on the back.
Her strange words left the onlookers confused, but they were also easy to understand.
What shocked everyone the most was that she actually put the word "only" before the eight copper coins!
Eight copper coins can buy a bushel of rice, which is enough food for a family for a month!
"Opportunities are rare, and they never come back. Think about it, isn't this rare ink color and painting style more valuable than heirloom jade?"
Hu Xiner spoke eloquently, and every sentence seemed to challenge people's rationality.
The villagers were so excited that they only had one thought in mind: "Buy, buy, buy!"
The apparently quiet market became bustling with activity because of her presence. In just two hours, she sold twelve paintings, but eventually the market ran out of paint.
Purple-red clouds covered the sky. Hu Xiner had made a fortune. He strung together more than a hundred copper coins, which jingled, and then he put them to his nose and sniffed them, feeling the so-called "smell of copper."
He is a real money-grubber.
Mu Qing was at a loss for words, "How did Miss Hu learn to paint?"
Not only was the painting vivid and three-dimensional, but it was also a way of painting that he had never known before.
Those strange words sounded absurd, but it was because of her few words that she got this huge sum of money.
"Ah?" Hu Xin'er was suddenly startled. She was only focused on painting and had never thought about where her teacher was.
As she pondered, she slowed down her movements while playing with the coin. "Hmm... I learned this in my dream. Do you believe it?"
Dream?
Mu Qing frowned. He also often dreamed, but what he dreamed of was not Shuangxi Village, but pavilions and waterside terraces, and carriages and horses galloping...
"letter."
He spoke a word, his eyes as determined as when he reached out to her.
Hu Xin'er smiled and led him into the cloth shop, "Shopkeeper, give me a piece of beige brocade."
"What are you buying the cloth for? Painting?" Mu Qing asked. After all, she had painted with wood before, so using cloth was not surprising.
Hu Xin'er's eyes lit up, "You're a genius! You can develop this path in the future!"
When Mu Qing was puzzled, he heard Hu Xin'er say, "I'll make clothes for you. You're one of my artists. Don't worry, I'll make you famous."
In ancient times, everyone had to endure the wind, sun and rain to make a living. It was rare to find someone as delicate and tender as Mu Qing. If there were the Internet, he would definitely be a huge star.
"No." The handsome man ruthlessly refused. "These silver coins are yours. What does it have to do with me? You can save them for your dowry."
It was he who said with certainty that they were husband and wife, and it was also he who kept pushing her away!
Hu Xin'er was furious for no apparent reason. She faced him and said word by word, "A man should be responsible. You are my husband, and what's mine is yours!"
The shopkeeper urged her impatiently, and Hu Xiner finally bought the cloth, and then bought some sesame cakes and buns, thinking of staying in a hotel and never returning to the damp and cold cave.
What the two of them didn't notice was that a pair of cold eyes had been locked on them for a long time, like a wild beast lurking in the dark, staring intently.
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