Break out of the courtyard

Chapter 65 Meeting Lou Xiaoe for the first time

On the way back, Zhang Heping cut down a Y-shaped tree branch. He spent 3 cents at a bicycle repair shop and asked the repairman to tie the tree branch with bicycle inner tube skin and thin wire. He also made a slingshot for him in preparation for his trip in the afternoon. Test the power.

However, when he returned to the courtyard, he unexpectedly found Xu Damao and an old man sitting on his small coffee table chatting.

"Heping, you are back!" Xu Damao walked down the half-meter-high aisle, walked over quickly, and whispered: "I will introduce you to a big business, do you dare to accept it?"

Zhang Heping looked at the old man in a gray tunic suit still sitting at the small coffee table, smiled at Xu Damao and asked, "Is that man your future father-in-law?"

"Hey! How did you see that?" Xu Damao looked stunned.

Zhang Heping did not explain, but first parked the bicycle in the left room, took out the duck and two birds, and handed them to his grandmother Xie Ermei who was standing by the wood stove to handle.

Then, he opened the right room and called Xu Damao in.

As a result, after Xu Damao glanced at the murals in the house, he immediately ran out, brought his future father-in-law over, and moved the bamboo stool under the desk so that the half-white-haired old man could sit down and view the interior decoration.

Then, Xu Damao pulled Zhang Heping to the bedside and whispered their purpose of visiting his future father-in-law's house to make several large murals.

Zhang Heping knew that Xu Damao would report Lou Bancheng after the wind started.

Therefore, he did not want to make bamboo carvings for Lou Bancheng, but wood carvings.

In this way, even if Xu Damao reports Zhang Heping, Zhang Heping can still deny the wood carving.

Since the two men were in a hurry and said they had prepared lunch, Zhang Heping told his family and followed them into a black classic car.

Xu Damao ran to sit in the front passenger seat, and Zhang Heping had to sit in the back seat on the right side, next to Lou Bancheng.

Along the way, Lou Bancheng looked at Zhang Heping's reaction from time to time, but Zhang Heping kept looking out the car window and was not at all curious about what was inside the car.

If Zhang Heping knew Lou Bancheng's inner thoughts, he would probably complain that the leather seats in the back of your car are so hard, the car's shock absorption is poor, and there are no seat belts. It's a bad review!

After arriving at Lou's house, Lou Xiao'e first took Xu Damao and Zhang Heping to visit the decoration and layout of her villa.

This is a two-story building, about 400 square meters, with a dark blue wall line of about meters under the white walls, and European-style mahogany furniture.

On the walls on the first floor, there are paintings such as plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums embedded in wooden frames; in several bedrooms on the second floor, oil paintings are hung.

painting!

Zhang Heping pointed to the drawing board in Lou Xiao'e's study and asked, "Sister-in-law, do you have a lot of oil paints?"

After wood carving, Zhang Heping found another way to prevent Xu Damao from reporting him, and that was to paint oil paintings on the wall!

If he can carve bamboo, he might also be able to carve wood. As for whether he can paint oil paintings, it’s hard to say!

Lou Xiao'e didn't know why Zhang Heping asked this, but she knew that her father had brought this boy back personally, so she opened the cabinet under the bookshelf and asked, "Are these enough?"

Looking at those colorful glass bottles, Zhang Heping didn't know if they were enough. He simply sat down in front of the drawing board and asked Xu Damao to drink some water. Then he picked up a round-tip pen and dipped it in red paint, and clicked on what Lou Xiao'e had graffitied before. middle of canvas.

This white canvas has been covered with messy colors, so abstract that I have no idea what it is painting.

Zhang Heping touched the canvas with his pen and waited for 100 seconds. After his painting skills reached a proficient level, he started to apply red and drew the shape of a flag.

After 12 minutes, when Zhang Heping's painting skills rose to the proficient level, the original abstract painting had been modified by Zhang Heping into one: 22 warriors with iron pots, swords, guns, and wooden boards bravely crossing 13 iron chains. The heroic scene of Jiang seizing the bridge.

"Okay!" Lou Bancheng didn't know when he came. Seeing Zhang Heping put away his pen, he couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Zhang Heping cursed in his heart, I'm afraid you don't even know what this battle is called, but you still have the nerve to applaud it.

Lou Bancheng invited several people to go downstairs for dinner, and Zhang Heping asked Xu Damao and his wife to bring easels and drawing boards and place them at the dining table.    Four dishes and one soup, simple meals.

Zhang Heping simply tasted a few slices of twice-cooked pork and luncheon meat, ate a small bowl of rice, drank a sip of tea to rinse his mouth, and waited aside.

After the meal, Zhang Heping pointed to the oil painting next to the dining table and talked about the idea of ​​using oil paintings to paint on the walls of the dining room and living room, saying that it would be easier to integrate into the overall decoration of the house.

Then, Zhang Heping talked about his composition ideas and the poems he planned to use.

Finally, under the suggestion that if you are satisfied, keep it, and if you are not satisfied, paint it white and restore it, Lou Bancheng said that he could give it a try, and took out a piece of green cotton cloth and a piece of white cotton cloth as reward, and asked that the painting be completed before 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Zhang Heping frowned and looked at the two rolls of cloth of unknown length. The thickness was moderate, more than half thicker than the white floral cotton cloth his mother bought last week.

He didn't like the green cloth, but when he thought about the green military uniform he was wearing, the envious looks from his cousin and other peers when they looked at his clothes, and the fact that this color would be popular for more than ten years, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Brother Damao, please help me go home. I will go back later today."

……

Middle courtyard!

At the door of the east wing, Mrs. Jia Zhang watched with eager eyes.

At the door of the west wing, Yi Zhonghai looked at him with fear.

Qin Huairu, with wet hair on her head and a small basin of clothes in her hands with a relaxed expression, came out of the main room of the He family, "Zhuzi, I've washed it. Thank you for looking after the door for me."

Silly Zhu stood at the door and said nonchalantly: "Hey! Sister Qin, don't be polite to me. If you don't help me clean the toilet, I won't stink on you."

"Then I'm going to do the laundry!" Qin Huairu smiled and walked to the sink, completely ignoring Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai.

After a while, when the sound of rushing water came from the main room of the He family, the corners of Qin Huairu's mouth curled up even more, and Silly Zhu took a bath with her bath water again.

However, Qin Huairu quickly thought of the little fox from the Zhang family who gave her advice, and became more and more fearful.

The sound of water in the main room stopped. Qin Huairu waited for a while, then entered He Yuzhu's house with a small basin. He quickly packed a pile of dirty clothes and went out, washing them with her clothes at the sink.

The next day, Yi Zhonghai ran to Factory Manager Yang, and in the name of taking care of the widow of his apprentice Jia Dongxu, he transferred Qin Huairu, a widow, to the fitter workshop, and then wanted to use a large amount of work to drag Qin Huairu down and make her work overtime. She didn't have time to hook up with Silly Pillar.

However, what Yi Zhonghai never expected was that Qin Huairu had only been in the factory for two months and he had already become a factory veteran. Listen to what Qin Huairu said today!

"What? You won't let me go to the toilet? I want to ask the comrades from the Women's Federation if there is such an overbearing rule in the factory that women are not allowed to go to the toilet when they are menstruating."

"What's wrong with cleaning toilets? I don't know how to be a fitter, and you insist on transferring me to the fitter workshop. If I don't find something else to do, what will I do if I'm accused of being lazy and getting paid for free?"

"Working overtime? Impossible! You are exploiting your ideas. Believe it or not, I will sue you in the labor union!"

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　Ask for a monthly ticket at the end of the month...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)