Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

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Chapter 221 Picking up a Master

Su Wangqin was very quick to come and go. Gu Chunzhu brought out the hot duck blood fans and asked: "Father and mother didn't say anything about you, knocked out their baby daughter?"

"Duoer collapsed on his own." Su Wangqin took a sip of the fan's soup and his body was warmed up, and the black duck's eyelashes fluttered gently.

This guy looks really black-belly, plus the honest image on weekdays must be superb acting in front of Mrs. Su. Gu Chunzhu gave him a piece of duck intestine to praise him. The fragrant and spicy duck intestine was specially served. Su Wangqin ate very well.

An An was eating with tears again. Gu Chunzhu dipped her in vinegar and could get some spiciness. An An was holding a small bowl of vinegar and eating duck intestines. Gu Chunzhu looked at this snack food and he couldn't help but eat it. For the sake of delicious food, he can still cry while eating, which is also a big deal.

Su Duoer took a bite of Su Duoer's hand, Su Wangqin distressed Gu Chunzhu and put up the tableware, and sent Gu Chunzhu to sleep with the children.

Xiaocheng sent Gu Chunzhu his copy of the painting to her, and reminded her: "Mother, tomorrow is the third day. Are we going to return it. Are there any others?"

"This is what you painted, it's amazing!" Gu Chunzhu gave a thumbs up towards Xiaocheng.

She compared Xiaocheng's painting with the picture scroll lying flat on the table. The shape and structure of the painting are generally the same, but it still makes people feel that something is wrong.

"My mother's painting is not good, I can't paint this trunk like this." Xiao Cheng pointed to a pine road on the scroll, all of which were ink paintings, but the other people's trunk was vigorous and powerful at first glance.

"Then let's go back to painting together and ask Gu Yu by the way." Gu Chunzhu suggested.

"I'm going to go too, I'm going to go too." An An listened, a little throaty Dao feared that Gu Chunzhu didn't listen.

"Success, go all together, but do we have to send someone something to borrow someone's picture?" Gu Chunzhu reached out and hugged An An, scratching her little nose and asked.

By the way, she took her to the stove and opened the cupboard, which contained the food she bought last year. The two children ate less, and there were many left. She asked An An to pick and give it away.

An An's radish-like little finger poked his face and asked a snack to give away his food. It was really cruel. An An buried his head in Gu Chunzhu's shoulder socket and stretched out a small hand: "Can only give a little, just A little bit!"

"Then take a handful of Jiangmi sticks." Gu Chunzhu asked, and An'an nodded, and she grabbed a handful from the paper bag and put it in a small pottery bowl.

After talking to Su Wangqin, she held An'an and took Xiaocheng in a circle to find Gu Yu. Xiaocheng held the picture in his hand, and he carefully folded it and put it in her arms.

When he arrived at Gu Yu's house, he tapped the door twice and he came out to open the door, holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

"At dinner, I came here to draw scrolls, and the children's paintings want you to help." Gu Chunzhu said with a probe in Gu Yu's noodle bowl, that is, clear soup noodles, which had no vegetables and eggs. , The noodles are still cooked.

Looking at the lonely family living alone, it looked a bit pitiful. Gu Chunzhu handed over Jiang Mi Tiao. "This is from An'an to you. Thank you for borrowing the scroll to her brother."

"Thank you." An An's little voice sounded in coordination.

A pair of big and round black grape eyeballs were also looking at the noodles in the Gu Yu bowl, and whispered, "Uncle's noodles look bad."

"Then I don't know how to cook, you come in." Gu Yu took Jiang Mitiao and put it in his arms. He looked at the batter in the bowl and was annoyed by An An. He grinned awkwardly and asked them to sit in the hall. He went to the kitchen and ate three or two bites of noodles, but his mouth was hard to swallow, so he put it aside.

Gu Chunzhu sat holding An An, and Xiao Cheng sat aside.

The scroll was already spread out on the table. The scroll was clean and tidy without any dirt. Gu Yu kept it with care. Gu Yu walked over to see that there was a piece of rough paper on the edge of the scroll that imitated a painting.

At first glance, it was exactly the same, but when I looked closely at Gu Yu's brow, he frowned.

"What's wrong, where does the child need to be corrected?" Gu Chunzhu looked at Gu Yu and raised his scroll, frowning, which was obviously not particularly satisfactory.

"No, no, if a child as big as this is already very good." Gu Yu glanced at Xiaocheng. When he was as big as him, he could only recognize words and could not paint at all, although now Not very likely.

Xiao Cheng's lips were pursed, and a pair of phoenix eyes swept across his paintings and imitation scrolls, and stretched his finger, "Uncle, you can't paint well on my trunk!"

"This is a dry pen. When you dipped the ink, the pen should be dried a little, and the ink should be thick." Gu Yu puzzled him.

After hearing Gu Yu's words, Xiao Cheng lay awake, a childish face with joy, seemed to have gotten some good baby.

"How to draw this cicada?"

"Zen will use light ink, very light!"

Gu Chunzhu looked at them quietly and saw that the dim oil lamp wick flashed, and An An looked at his brother in Gu Chunzhu's arms.

Gu Yu said a lot to Xiaocheng, but asked Gu Chunzhu, "Sister, have your children ever been enlightened?"

Kaimeng? Go to school, right? Gu Chunzhu turned his head around and replied: "I haven't gone to school yet. I originally planned to go this year, but something happened at home, but I knew a lot of words."

"It's smart, but it's a pity to start school after fifteen." Gu Yu looked at Xiaocheng's eyes with a little joy, and regretted that Xiaocheng didn't go to school.

Xiao Cheng's head hung down slightly, and a pair of phoenix eyes was calm.

An idea came out of Gu Chunzhu's mind. Although he had some silver in his hand, he still owed people debts. This would inevitably make his son's tuition for the small town difficult.

She said to Gu Yu: "Little brother, I heard that you have also participated in the college test. If you can pass it, you can also be a talent. Your knowledge is naturally not low. How about you teach Xiaocheng?"

"Me, no, no, how can I teach others." Gu Yu waved quickly, his face flushed, feeling that the big sister in front of him looked up to him.

"For half a year, I don't have much money to pay you. I'll make it for you for this dinner. Seeing that your craft is not good, it is purely abusive. I will make some cakes for you to try now." Gu Chunzhu said Then went to Gu Yu's kitchen.

Gu Yu looked at Xiaocheng's curiosity, and did not care about Chunzhu. He took a pen and paper and taught Xiaocheng how to use pen and ink to draw a more god-like painting.

"Hee hee..." An An sat on the stool and dangled her feet. Gu Yu looked at her and smiled at Gu Yu sweetly.

Gu Chunzhu touched two potatoes in the kitchen, steamed it, kneaded it with brown rice noodles, made a potato cake, and put it on the edge of the pot before it was cooked.

"Come and taste, when our master Xiaocheng will never lose you." Gu Chunzhu served the potato cake.