Unfortunately, her two sons are as hard as cement blocks, and no amount of persuasion will make them listen. Besides, she is an open-minded mother, and she can't keep nagging about marriage and having children every day, constantly pressuring them to get married, lest they get so annoyed that the two bachelors don't want to go home anymore.
However, Yue Jiuyue was in a good mood when she occasionally saw these girls who were more beautiful and charming than flowers. It would be even better if she could hear fewer of those roundabout probing questions.
However, she couldn't stop people from talking, nor could she prevent them from coming out to play, since they had come specifically for this purpose and had paid for it.
It's fortunate that she's rather lazy and doesn't think about going out every day; otherwise, she probably would have run away from home for a while.
For example, Yue Jiuyue thought she could take a day trip to the county town, which would be a good opportunity to see if there were any new clothes or jewelry there.
Although the clothes and jewelry in the mall are more beautiful, she can't buy them at will. Not to mention that there are clear class distinctions nowadays, these things are restricted. Even if there were no restrictions, what if she bought something that doesn't exist in this world yet?
Even if there are no plants or animals, she can consider herself the first person to discover them.
But if she's the first person to make these items, what's their origin? Who made them? How were they made? Can she give a clear answer?
cannot.
So, she would go to the county town every time to buy some fabrics and jewelry, and then compare them with similar items from the mall. This way, she wouldn't stand out too much, and she could change her outfits back and forth.
After all, it's always better to spend as little money as possible, and the more money she saves, the more secure she feels.
Thinking about it, Yue Jiuyue wanted to pick some wild spring vegetables to sell in the mall. Wasn't that how she made her first pot of gold? Otherwise, she would probably be the first transmigrator in history to starve to death as soon as she transmigrated to another world.
While Yue Jiuyue was thinking about going to dig for wild vegetables, she stopped Mr. Huang from going to learn to paint.
When she was in junior high school, she heard the girls in her class who studied art chattering about composition and lines. She had only seen the finished paintings, but had never seen how they were created step by step.
At that time, she really wanted to learn to paint, but painting was expensive, and everyone around her said that if you wanted to learn to paint, your family didn't need to have hundreds of thousands of yuan.
Where would she get the money?
This little hobby died quietly before it even sprouted.
It was because she wanted to dig for wild vegetables that she saw the bright spring scenery all over the mountains and fields, with flowers in full bloom, and suddenly wanted to capture this beautiful view.
Without a cell phone or a camera, how could she preserve this beautiful scene?
Naturally, all I could do was draw.
That's right, she just never feels comfortable holding a calligraphy brush.
When she writes calligraphy, she writes in clumps that are hard to read; it looks more like she's just scribbling randomly, or smearing ink in one spot. You can only tell it's a character if she writes a very large one.
Later, she did write the characters a little smaller, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never write traditional Chinese characters in the small regular script.
Now he wants to learn to draw, but the strokes he produces are simply scribbles, an eyesore. Mr. Huang was so angry he was practically fuming, exclaiming:
"Truly, this is hopeless!"
Yue Jiuyue: (???︿???)
She was once a flower of the motherland.
Beside him, Mr. Huang, still indignant, painted another picture, explaining it to Yue Jiuyue as he painted:
"This ink painting, you know, has an artistic conception in the picture, a spirit beyond the painting, and a painting beyond the painting itself. Of course, you certainly can't reach that level right now. The brushwork techniques of ink painting, like calligraphy, require long-term and rigorous training to master..."
For half a month, Yue Jiuyue accomplished nothing and remained the "rotten wood" that Mr. Huang had described.
No, it can't be said that nothing was accomplished. At least in the past two weeks, Mr. Huang painted at least one picture every day, teaching Yue Jiuyue as he painted, which enabled Yue Jiuyue to successfully achieve her goal and preserve the beautiful scenery of spring.
"Fourth brother, tomorrow get these twenty paintings framed and hang them all in my room."
Mr. Huang: ㄟ(▔，▔)ㄏ
I'm speechless.
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