The peasant girl is not strong

Chapter 48 Portraits of the Gods
Ye Shiqi returned to the room with the charcoal smoothly, and squatted on the scrap of wood that her father placed in the room.

After rummaging for a larger, wooden shape, she drew a wooden doll that she had seen on the Internet in her previous life.

Ultraman is always played on the Internet, and someone has made a lot of these toys.

She tried to draw a shape of Ultraman. She had a background in drawing in her previous life. Sketching is the easiest, and she draws carefully with charcoal. The small hands of people are not so strong, and the handwork of drawing is much weaker. .

It's not a paintbrush, but the simple shape still can't stop her.

"Sister, what is this?" Si Ya squatted beside her sister, watching curiously.

I thought my sister was just painting on wood, but the more she painted, the more she looked like a certain kind of character, Siwa couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"This is a warrior." Ye Shiqi didn't know how to answer, so she could only explain with this topic.

"Warrior? What is a warrior? Do we have one in our country?" Si Ya heard from her father that their country was peaceful and prosperous. Although their family was poor, they lived a peaceful and happy life.

"Oh, there would be no gods without war! This is a hero, only when there is a war." Ye Shiqi said vaguely again, the world in this book does not know whether there are foreign countries.

"Hero? What is a hero? Is this the hero of the gods?"

Siya Mengmeng looked at the wood in Ye Shiqi's hand.

"Didn't Dad say that our dynasty also has generals? Generals are heroes! Ye Shiqi explained again, and he has simply drawn Ultraman.

Then she painted the appearance of a little fairy again, imagining watching TV shows in her previous life, the kind of appearance that wears fairy clothes and can fly into the sky.

I don't know if the world in this book has the theory of God, but if you make a fairy wooden doll, will there be a market?

In the head of this little baby Ye Shiqi, she is thinking about making money all day, thinking about making money from her family, so she doesn't have to eat meat.

In the once rich life, Ye Shiqi was afraid of seeing meat at that time, afraid of being fat.

Eating meat will add a lot of fat. When she went abroad to study, she did not learn the bread that foreigners eat. Every time she went to eat, she went to a Chinese restaurant to eat Chinese food.

Having a stepmother and a father did not make her suffer much.

When I came to the world in this book, I suffered so much when I was a baby, and I never tasted the taste of meat.

"Wuwa, is this the beautiful sister?" From the wooden head painted by Wuwa, Siwa could imagine that this must be the fairy sister in the portrait of the villain.

"Well, Fourth Sister is really smart." Ye Shiqi took a while to paint the two portraits, feeling a little tired and should take a break, she put the two pieces of wood on the table.

"Hey, Wuwa, I'll take you to wash your hands." Siya's hands are very strong, and Wuwa has been able to hold her for more than four months. Maybe it's the arm strength she's used to and has developed.

Acer felt thirsty, stopped what he was doing, poured a glass of water and took a few sips. The sound was too loud while working, and the two little dolls were in the room and couldn't hear the content of their voices.

Seeing that the two little dolls had already washed their hands, Acer, out of curiosity, went back to the room to have a look. He thought that the five dolls would not be painting the walls with charcoal.

As for why you feel this way?He also couldn't understand that this little daughter had done too many things, which made him wonder about it.

When Acer came to the door of the room, he saw the only small table in the room, on which was the discarded wood she had picked up before, and the discarded wood was placed on the table. Draw a pattern.

"God warrior, fairy?" Acer nervously took a few steps, entered the room and took two pieces of wood in his hand.

He, a carpenter, draws line drawing patterns, but the patterns he draws don't seem to be as clear and similar as these two small patterns.

Acer held it in his hand and couldn't put it down. Hearing the footsteps of the little man Siwa, he turned to see Siwa and came in with Wuwa in his arms.

"Father, do you know the warrior hero, and the beautiful sister?"

"Siwa, this was drawn by Wuwa?" Acer looked at the little girl, like a baby, but the little girl couldn't speak, so he could only ask Si Ya who was present.

"Mmmm, this was drawn by Wu Ya. Does Wu Ya like warriors and beautiful sisters very much?" Si Ya looked at Dad expectantly. In the little baby's heart, she felt that with such a beautiful portrait, Dad would definitely be able to make a toy.

In her little mind, Dad is omnipotent.

"Okay, Dad, I'll go and carve the toy."

Acer has a little pride in his eyes, and it feels good to be admired by his daughter. Since he was a child, he has liked to carve. Under the guidance of his father, he became a carpenter and made it a profession.

In fact, he also has ideals and wants to become a master sculptor, but his painting skills are not good, and no one here is looking for him to make toys.

There is no other material to practice hands, and toys made of wood are not valuable, and paint will be wasted.

If it was precious wood, it would be different, but he didn't have any precious wood here, and there were only pine and sapwood on the nearby mountains.

These two woods aroused Acer's dream, no matter it was just ordinary wood, he just wanted to make such a beautiful carving, even if it wasn't for selling money, he wanted to give it to the dolls to play with.

"Hee hee hee" Si Ya jumped happily, watching Dad take out the wood.

Ye Shiqi blinked, Dad, can this carving work?Don't waste her drawings!
In any case, I can only try to see if my father has this talent. She can't use a carving knife as a doll. Even if she can hold a carving knife, she doesn't know how to carve without this father teaching the art of carving.

Acer took two small pieces of wood to the thatched hut for woodworking, picked up his carving tools, and started to carve carefully, regardless of the furniture he was making.

"Acer, what are you doing? I didn't see it, are you rushing to work? When did you become so rude? Don't do important things, do toys?"

Daddy Acer didn't see the drawing of the wood in his son's hand clearly, he just thought that his son was doting on his daughter, that he would not do serious carpentry work and would work on his granddaughter's toys first.

"Father, I'll carve these two toys first. Our family may have an extra livelihood."

"You can rest your mind. It's not that you haven't made toys and sold them. As a result, you still waste paint and labor. You are not too young, and you can't treat the carving as a profitable business. Let's hurry up and treat you. My sister's dowry is ready, so I'm going to pick up other jobs."

Acer listened to his father's voice against him. He had heard such words many times, and he had tried hard and then gave up.

I feel that I can no longer give up, even if I don't make a living, I have to make these two toys for the dolls to play with.

"Dad, you have to talk about eldest brother. He always spoils his baby so much. It's not important to help me do the dowry. Brother is too partial."

Ye Shuzhi heard her father and elder brother chatting in the room. The yard was so big that she could hear it even louder.

I only felt a burst of anger, and the words I spoke were filled with anger.

"Shuzhi, I have carved these two dolls. I will definitely work overtime to make your dowry. I have decided not to delay your marriage. Don't say anything about being partial or not, that's my baby too."

Acer retorted without raising his head.

(End of this chapter)