Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2704 Sister-in-law's Artistic Life (51)

Four hundred thousand turned into forty cents a catty, Wei Lianhua clutched her heart and took a few steps back.

Looking at Wang Yilin with your unreasonable eyes.

Then he pushed open the window and yelled to the outside: "Who wants a hot painting just out of the pan."

Now she will let the boy see if anyone buys her paintings.

More than a dozen guardians in the courtyard raised their heads to look at Wei Lianhua, but remained silent.

They can't afford [-] for two paintings and [-] for one pair.

And the order from above was for them to protect Wei Lianhua's safety on the spot.

If Wei Lianhua comes up with some high-tech products, no matter what conditions the other party offers, he must get them as soon as possible.

But this instruction did not include asking them to buy paintings with Wei Lianhua.

The air fell into an eerie silence, and the eerie atmosphere made Wang Yilin feel embarrassed for her mother.

Seeing Wei Lianhua's gloomy face, Wang Yilin reached out to pull her mother.

But seeing her mother dodge and dodge, she picked up the pink stick she had made for Wang Yilin on the bed before, and shouted to the outside again: "Buy a painting and get a stick, the one with the highest price will get it."

The guardians remained silent.

For adults, the stick is actually a bit short, and it's still pink.

In addition to being solid, there is really no way to compare with a fire stick.

Wei Lianhua: "." It's fine if you don't appreciate her works, why don't these people even understand art.

Wang Yilin: "." She heard her mother's heartbroken voice.

Seeing that Wei Lianhua rolled up her sleeves and held up the pink stick in her hand, it seemed that she was about to have a good fight with the guardians outside.

Wang Yilin rushed over and hugged Wei Lianhua's waist with sharp eyes and hands: "Mother, calm down."

With the strength of her mother's hand, this stick will not break a person's bones.

Just when Wei Lianhua was about to drag Wang Yilin out to die with those people, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "I have two dollars on me, do you think it's enough?"

The one who spoke was a young man with a simple and honest face.

The two hundred thousand turned into two yuan, Wei Lianhua stopped and looked at the other party with a gloomy expression: I'm afraid this person is teasing her.

The young man shrank his neck: Isn't he just afraid that Comrade Wei Lianhua will lose face.

He had seen someone playing monkeys on the street before. The man jumped up and down with the monkey and made various movements.

Sweat was all over his head and face, and as a result, there was not even a single person standing around.

In the end, the man squatted on the ground holding the monkey, covering his face very lonely, as if crying.

The current appearance of Comrade Wei Lianhua is very similar to that monkey tricker.

I felt that I should do something for Wei Lianhua, so I made an offer.

Although two yuan is not much, his monthly salary plus subsidies is less than ninety yuan.

Most of the subsidy has been mailed home, and the money left by him is not much. He specially put these two yuan on him for emergency.

Didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Looking at the money handed over by the young man, Wei Lianhua's face became greener than the money in the other party's hand.

If she took the money, she might as well sell the stick as iron.

It seems to be a way, this stick is heavy.

Seeing that Wei Lianhua didn't speak, the young guardian was a little embarrassed. He didn't let go of the hand holding the money, and just stood there blankly.

Finding that the atmosphere was getting weirder, a comrade next to the young man suddenly said: "Comrade Lianhua, this is both flowers and weapons, two yuan is not enough, everyone helps to make up."

After the man spoke, the others followed suit: "That's right."

Although it was a weapon, none of us took the stick seriously, and talking now was purely to help out.

Besides, although they couldn't come up with [-] yuan, if anyone didn't have a dollar or two, they would take it out.

Following their actions, the young man soon had some odd and small bills in his hands.

Looking at the joyous scene in front of her, Wei Lianhua grinned: Here we go again, I hate this the most
No, why did she use another!

Just when Wei Lianhua frowned and was thinking, the young man had already brought all the bills in his hand to her: "Comrade Lianhua, twenty-five yuan and sixty-five cents."

Wei Lianhua took a deep breath, her shoulders shook violently twice and grabbed the money from the young man's hand.

Then he threw the stick directly into the young man's hand: "It's yours!"

The window was slammed shut, and the glass rattled as it collided.

The young man held the pink stick in his hand in a daze: Comrade Lianhua, is this angry?

Before he could recover, the window was violently opened by Wei Lianhua again.

A canvas full of paint smell fell on his face: "This is yours too!"

The window was slammed shut again with a clattering sound.

The young man clicked his tongue quietly: Comrade Lianhua has such a strong temper, if he exerts more strength, the window will probably fly out.

She grinned at the window for a while, and when she turned around again, Wei Lianhua's face had returned to normal, and she didn't have the ferocious look of throwing things out before.

Slapping the money in her hand on the table, Wei Lianhua proudly raised her head to Wang Yilin: "How about it, I sold it, not Simao."

Wang Yilin sighed: "The canvas sold for sixty-five cents, and the stick sold for twenty-five cents, which is still a bit expensive."

When she goes out later, she has to remind the other party that when washing the canvas, never use warm water, but cold water, because warm water fixes the color.

Wei Lianhua: "..." I'm afraid this brat wants to piss her off.

Seeing Wei Lianhua sitting there silently, Wang Yilin quietly pulled out four ideological education textbooks from his back waist: "Mother, class has started."

Yes, she is such a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Wei Lianhua: "." No.
Just when Wang Yilin spoke impassionedly and Wei Lianhua heard that life would be worse than death.

There was a sudden exclamation outside the window.

Sensing the taste of gossip, Wei Lianhua, who was still dying, jumped up from the bed in an instant, and went straight to the window.

Outside the window, the young man was holding the pink stick in his hand, shaking like a leaf falling in the wind.

Just now he was talking to his colleagues about repaying the money later, but the colleagues said that it was everyone's decision, and the money was pooled together to give to colleague Wei Lianhua.

Annoyed by what he said, everyone booed and asked him to test whether the stick was smooth.

Whether the stick could be smooth or not, he subconsciously weighed it twice, and then gently put the stick down on the ground.

With his strength, the stick went straight into the brick floor and couldn't be pulled out.

Having seen enough of everyone's jaw-dropping stupidity, Wei Lianhua proudly showed off to Wang Yilin: "See, this stick can amplify the strength of the hand by a hundred times, you bunch of ignorant earthlings."

As a weapon, she is top notch!
Strange, as if I remembered something again.

By the way, she is an artist, not a weapon, but a painter.

When Wang Yilin heard this, he looked at Wei Lianhua in shock: You asked me to use this to go out and fight with the children in the village, maybe you didn't want to send me in to eat peanuts.

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Wei Zhenxiang only felt that he was floating on the sea in a small boat, and the melodious singing continued to be heard in his ears.

(End of this chapter)