Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 154 The Painter
Bottom of the pot...

Fang Yao's eyes lit up, yes, there are thousands of things that can draw marks, why do you have to use a brush!
Fan Chen saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, after a moment of silence, his tone slowed down: "Forget it if you don't know how to draw, I'll find the painter right away, you just have to tell him..."

Fang Yao snatched back some paintings in Fan Chen's hand, interrupted him: "No, just wait, I will naturally hand over the portraits to you in an hour, and I won't delay your business!"

Fan Chen frowned: "I don't want the money back."

"..."

Fang Yao was speechless, and simply pulled the curtain to completely block that face.

Fan Chen outside stood silently for a moment, then turned and left with a sigh.

Jiang Shi, who had been busy for a while, finally got some free time, wiped his hands, and hurriedly caught up with Fan Chen who was about to leave.

"Master Fan."

"Aunt Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang looked around, then lowered her voice, and asked, "Master Fan, you said yesterday that you are not yet married, I think..."

"No need."

Fan Chen interrupted her, "I have no intention of marrying a wife, Aunt Jiang should not bring up such things in the future."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Jiang's reaction and strode away.

Looking at his back, Jiang's face turned slightly pale, and she rubbed the clothes on both sides of her body vigorously with her hands. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

And in the carriage.

Fang Yao found some thick and fine charcoal, exposed one end, wrapped the other half tightly with paper, and glued it with paste.

A simple primitive pencil and it's done.

She picked it up and tried it out, and it was really smooth.

Fang Yao took out a brand new piece of paper, closed her eyes slightly, and a pair of timid eyes that dared to stare at her appeared in her mind...

An hour later.

She just put away the pen and paper when Fan Chen's voice came from outside.

"Is she still in there?"

"Well, the second sister seems to be busy drawing something, I'll call her."

"No, I'll go by myself."

After a while, the curtain was lifted.

Fan Chen stood outside, and behind him stood a middle-aged man with a goatee, who seemed to be the painter he invited.

"Are you still drawing?" He frowned.

Fang Yao didn't reply, but just handed the painting in her hand to the painter behind.

"Hey, master finished the painting?"

The painter opened it, and his eyes widened instantly.

And Fan Chen next to him also showed a look of surprise.

Unlike the ghost painting talisman just now, this time the lines are very smooth and the details are in place.

The light in the pupils, the eyelashes, the small moles on the earlobes, and even the hair are clearly drawn.

The two flipped through the next few photos, and were even more pleasantly surprised.

It turned out that Fang Yao not only drew the front face, but also the left and right sides, and a picture of smiling face.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful! Putting these pictures together, it's clear that a person has been painted alive!" The artist looked at it and was full of praise.

Fan Chen, however, looked at Fang Yao who was sitting at the door of the carriage with a complicated expression, and said very uncertainly, "This is...you drew it?"

Fang Yao raised her head and snorted heavily through her nostrils: "Otherwise? Did you draw it?"

"..."

Fan Chen felt that he had seen a ghost, and wondered if this woman was possessed by something. These paintings are too different from the previous ones, aren't they?

It was the careful painter who noticed the difference, "Hey, these don't seem to be drawn with a brush."

Only then did Fang Yao smile and say: "Sir, you have good eyesight. After I finished drawing with charcoal, I then slowly traced it with willow branches dipped in ink."

Because charcoal pencils are easy to fade and stain the paper, and she doesn't have an eraser, she is careful with every stroke, and her hands are about to cramp.

Fan Chen suddenly realized, "You don't know how to use a soft pen?"

"Humph."

Fang Yao could remember what he said before, so she didn't bother to talk to him.

The artist was both pleasantly surprised and embarrassed, "Master Fan, these master paintings are so lifelike and lifelike, I feel ashamed..."

Fan Chen pursed his lips, and said, "You can copy some of these portraits, don't ruin the original ones."

The painter responded again and again, and left with several paintings.

Seeing the masterpiece she had worked so hard for a long time disappear, Fang Yao felt very distressed, and silently felt that earning the 60 taels of silver was really hard work.

Just when she was about to close the curtain, Fan Chen suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"...???"

Fang Yao turned her head in disbelief, what did she hear just now? ? ?
sorry? !

Fan Chen, who usually always looks superior, would take the initiative to apologize. This person won't be taken away by someone, right?

It was probably because her expression was too exaggerated, Fan Chen said uncomfortably: "I shouldn't suspect that you are cheating on me."

"..."

Wow, this guy really thinks so!

Fang Yao looked at him coldly.

Fan Chen changed the subject, and said firmly: "But the one you drew before was originally a ghost painting talisman."

Fang Yao was very unconvinced: "But I see that the portraits on the most wanted list at the gate of the city are also very sloppy!"

"They are scribbled, but you are not scribbled." Fan Chen said with reason and evidence, "If I didn't know that you were drawing pictures, I didn't recognize the faces in the previous few pictures."

"..."

Fang Yao pulled the curtain, goodbye!

Fan Chen who was rejected by the door did not give up and added: "Next time I will make some hard pens for you."

Fang Yao snorted softly, she can do it herself, it's no surprise!
Fan Chen didn't wait for a response, stood silently for a moment, then turned and left.

Fang Yao had just cleaned up the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the tea table when Li Fugui's urgent voice suddenly came from outside.

"Master! Master!"

"what happened?"

Fang Yao poked her head out and saw Li Fugui still following A Wu Niang, her heart tightened and she quickly jumped out of the car.

Sure enough, in the next second, Li Fugui said anxiously: "My mother-in-law just went to show it to others, and found that a dozen people have the disease!"

"more than ten?!"

Jiang Shi, who was boiling the medicine, exclaimed.

Fang Yao hurriedly asked: "Is it serious?"

"It doesn't look serious, it seems like it just happened, but..." A Wu Niang struggled, "But they were all frightened by the baby, and they dare not come to drink our medicine..."

Fang Yao and Jiang Shi looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Sister, you stay here first, I will go over with A Wu Niang to have a look."

Fang Yao put on her face scarf, put the pen she just made into her bag, and walked towards the dwarf pine forest with A Wu Niang.

On the way, A Wu Niang talked to her about how hard and arduous she was to carry out the inspection task...

Fang Yao just wanted to know the result, so she quickened her pace, interrupted her and asked, "Which people in the sheds were infected with the disease?"

"what?"

A Wu Niang was stuck, her face wrinkled and tangled.

Fang Yao took a look, yes, the inspection seemed to be done, but it didn't seem to be done.

Fortunately, Er Ya Niang was still guarding in front of a tent. As soon as Fang Yao passed by, she opened a corner of the tent, and there were four women nestled inside.

She asked, "Who is infected here?"

All the women in the tent lowered their heads in astonishment, and no one dared to speak.

Fang Yao frowned: "This is contagious, don't you really tell me?"

Er Ya Niang rushed over and whispered: "The five of them are all infected..."

　EQ and unhappy...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)