After being exiled, Lucky Zaizai took his whole family to farm.

Chapter 82 Painting Master
  In the blink of an eye, the New Year is here quickly.

To be honest, not many people really cared about the New Year in Higurashi Island in the past.

After all, it’s too late to be happy. Who wants to celebrate the New Year? At most, they can just say a few words, and another year has passed.

But this year is different.

Originally, everyone had not thought about the New Year, but suddenly all kinds of decorations were hung in the city.

The landscape trees on the roadside were hung with small lanterns, some lucky bags, etc.

When the management office distributed daily wages, each person was given a Spring Festival couplet and several paper-cut window grilles.

Fang Yuerong, who was in charge of distributing it, said with a smile: "It's New Year's Day in a few days, and this is a small gift from the city."

"Thank you, thank you City Lord, thank you Lord Fang."

In order to facilitate management and avoid trying to establish friendships, all those responsible for management are called adults by others.

Not a lady, not a girl, but an adult.

This is shocking to many people and has a great impact because there are too many women among them.

At present, only the Wen and Zhao families have become Qin Jia's confidants.

The two sisters from the Wen family and the Zhao family are also sisters, plus Siqi, Zhishu, etc., they are not only women, but also teenage girls.

Many people have complaints in their hearts, but people under the roof have to bow their heads.

The conditions in the city are so good that even those men who think it's ridiculous and despise women in their hearts don't dare to say anything.

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  knock --

Qin Jia stood quietly outside a house and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, I seemed to vaguely hear the sound of rushing to open the door.

The woman wearing a cotton skirt inside the door was a little surprised when she saw her, and then she quickly bent down and saluted in fear: "A civilian woman has seen the Lord of the City!"

"No need to be polite, is Zhuang Wangyun at home?"

"You who are at home, you who are at home, come in and sit down."

"Okay." Qin Jia walked in slowly and sat down on the sofa, while the woman knocked on the study door and called out her husband.

When he heard that the city lord was coming, Zhuang Wangyun was in disbelief for a moment.

After all, he was just an ordinary prisoner and had no connection with the Qin family. But he was surprised, so he quickly packed up his appearance and walked out of the living room.

At this time, Qin Jia was carefully looking at the paintings hanging on the wall of the living room.

"I didn't know that when the Lord of the City came to visit, the common people were disappointed to welcome him from afar. I hope that you will forgive me."

Now in this city, everyone understands that this is what it means to establish oneself as king.

Therefore, the lord of this city is not only an official position equivalent to the prefect, but also a king, but everyone does not discuss it openly.

In fact, I have already made a mental decision about how to treat the master of this city. Zhuang Wangyun was one of these people who understood, so he knelt down without hesitation.

However, he was stopped by Qin Jia. She stopped his bent knees with a palm of her hand.

"There is no kneeling ceremony in the city, just follow basic etiquette from now on."

The basic etiquette is that men bend their fists and bend down, and women bend their bodies.

"The common people obey."

"Well, there is no other reason for coming here this time. I just saw it written on the registration form that you have some attainments in painting?"

She was obviously just a girl who was only as tall as his waist, but at this moment Zhuang Wangyun felt that he was really facing a high-ranking official and he did not dare to relax at all.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Qin Jia's face, and replied: "To the Lord of the City, ordinary people do know a thing or two. It is difficult for a shoddy work to reach the level of elegance."

"Are these paintings on the wall made by you?"

"Yes, my family is poor, so I hung a few paintings for decoration."

"Yeah." Qin Jia nodded with his hands behind his back.

"Did you get any work in the city?"

"Yes, it's a job to plant fruit trees on the mountain." Zhuang Wangyun replied respectfully.

Planting fruit trees can be said to be the most arduous job in the city now, because it is the stage of reclaiming the mountain forest, and the saplings must be planted in spring.

But although it is hard work, the benefits are pretty good.

The salary is 40 Wen plus contribution points.

Many people actually think that contribution is more important than money, so they pay special attention to jobs with high contribution.

"I came here this time to ask if there is a teacher who will teach painting in the school. Would you like to go?
  In terms of salary, it is twenty taels of silver per month, a contribution of 500, and the school provides a dormitory and three meals a day. "

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When Zhuang Wangyun heard this, he quickly agreed, "The common people are willing!"

God, such a good job, he would be a fool not to do it.

"Okay, when you are free, go to the school to find Master Qin and let him familiarize you with it. Try to have classes in these two days."

Qin Jia didn't think of it before, but now that he remembered it, he was ready to arrange various courses.

"The grassroots will go there later."

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

"Sir, go slowly." Zhuang Wangyun quickly followed her respectfully to see her off.

When he came back, he said to his wife with a smile on his face: "Our family has a big event today. My husband went to the market to buy some meat and vegetables. Let's eat something good today."

(End of this chapter)