small farmer

Chapter 562 The little kid who copied "Lotus Picture" (13)

If dog hair can be sold for money, I guess I am richer than Jack Ma! !

It's a pity that dog hair is worthless, and throwing it away would damage the environment, so Zhang Feng packed it all up in bags and burned them all when he lit a fire later.

After tidying up the two little guys, they felt comfortable. Unfortunately, Zhang Feng and his brother were not only covered in sweat, but also covered in dog hair.

The two little guys took a bath, and now they are very happy. They are jumping and jumping in the open space in the middle of the yard, making the ground full of their bath water.

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I went back to the house and took a cold shower, and my whole body felt refreshed immediately. Lying in the shade of a tree, bathed in the spring breeze, I felt even cooler and refreshing, as if I was in the autumn wind.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters.

The beauty of Moon Lake is more vivid under the scorching sun, and it is simply a good place to escape the heat in hot weather.

Therefore, it attracts many tourists from the city. They sit under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, or lie on the green lawn by the lake, enjoying the coolness of nature and admiring the beauty of nature.

In the blink of an eye it's afternoon
The little kids in the village also returned home from school, and the village became noisy after a while.

"Crazy brother, crazy brother?"

Zhang Feng was resting in the yard, and the little duck hurried in with a homework book.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Feng sat up slowly, glanced at the little guy and asked.

"Brother Madman, our teacher asked us to draw a landscape painting of our hometown, but I don't know how to draw, Brother Madman, can you help me draw???" The little guy asked Zhang Feng whimsically.

Hearing the words of the duck, Zhang Feng couldn't help laughing, and rolled his eyes, thinking that this little guy is really lazy, and he wants to help him paint, he really thinks too much!
"Go!!! Where can I stay cool? Do you have to do the homework assigned by the teacher yourself?"

"Oh, brother madman, but I don't know how to do it. How about you give me the lotus in the main room?" The little guy asked expectantly.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized, it turned out that the little guy was not interested in drinking, but wanted the "Lotus Picture" in his main room.

I really didn't expect that this little thing, who is so careful, would want to show off his ink painting in school, pretending to be his own work, probably because he wanted to get praise from teachers and classmates.

But the little duck thinks very beautifully. Does the teacher know his quality? ?If you really want to bring the "Lotus Picture" to the school, you must be sure that you will wear it immediately. Not only will this little guy be unlucky, but he will also be asked by the teacher, so it is impossible for Zhang Feng to send this painting to the school. Give this little thing.

"Give it to you? Don't think about it, if you don't know how, can you copy one of my paintings?" Zhang Feng glared at this guy, and then said.

"What is copying?" The little guy tilted his head and asked like a curious baby.

"Copying means imitating, you know?" Zhang Feng finally felt relieved, copying is a relatively professional vocabulary, and the little guys in the preschool must not have touched it, so he explained patiently.

"Oh, copying is imitation. I'm meeting this. I often copy my classmates' homework in school!"

Hearing the example given by the little guy, Zhang Feng couldn't laugh or cry. This little guy must often copy the homework of his classmates in school. In his words, this is "copying".

Well, Zhang Feng had to explain it again, and the little guy finally understood. It turns out that copying and plagiarism are different, but what is the difference, the little guy is still a little confused.

Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he could no longer teach such complicated vocabulary.

"Come on, the painting is here. You can take pictures here." Zhang Feng brought "Lotus Picture" from the house, put it on the stone table, and asked the little guy to imitate one.

"Hee hee, thank you crazy brother!!" The little guy was so happy that he seemed to have forgotten the idea of ​​asking for this painting.

Zhang Feng smiled lightly and shook his head, this little guy has a lot of things to do every day.

At this time, the little guy sat on the stone bench solemnly, carefully observed the "Lotus Picture" for a while, and then tilted his head to think, probably thinking about where to start.

After a while, the little guy nodded with a smile, as if he had made up his mind, picked up a pencil and started to imitate.

Zhang Feng sneaked over to watch. Although the little guy didn't draw well, but seeing his concentration, Zhang Feng felt that the little duck was so cute at this time, and he was also very handsome when he was serious.

"Oh, the painting here is crooked!" Suddenly there was a small mistake, and the little guy was so annoyed that he quickly erased the wrong place with an eraser.

Zhang Feng just smiled, no matter how the little guy paints, as long as he is having fun.

At this moment, Da Mao suddenly walked in.

"Crazy brother?"

The next moment Da Mao also found the duckling, "Hey! Are you here, duckling?"

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded as a response.

The little duck turned around and saw Da Mao, he laughed, and then quickly covered his drawing book, as if he didn't want Da Mao to see his work.

"Oh, little duck, you are drawing!"

"Hmm..." The little duck nodded quickly.

Da Mao took a closer look, "Hey, isn't this the lotus drawn by Brother Crazy? So you are copying Brother Crazy's painting!"

"That's not true, the lunatic brother said that this is not called copying, this is called copying!!" The little guy learned and applied it, and immediately explained to Da Mao.

"No, I want to draw here with my drawing book!" It doesn't matter whether he copied it or copied it!Da Mao thought that he hadn't done his art homework yet, so he hurried home.

These two little guys are really good!Huahua doesn't know how to create by himself, so he wants to imitate his own paintings. Thinking of this, Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly.

Ding Ding Deng! !

After a while, Da Mao also ran in panting with his drawing book.

So the two little guys pouted their buttocks, knelt on the stone bench, and began to draw seriously.

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, went back to the house and opened the refrigerator, took out a few peaches and cleaned them, prepared two little kids to squeeze a glass of juice each, and rewarded the two little guys who did their homework seriously.

"How about the painting?" Zhang Feng came out 2 minutes later with two glasses of fruit juice.

"Hee hee, there's still a little more!" The little duck replied with a smile,
"Oh, lunatic, please help me, why can't I draw well?" Da Mao asked Zhang Feng for help in frustration.

But when the two little guys saw the juice in Zhang Feng's hands, their eyes lit up and they swallowed secretly.

"Come here!! Have a glass of juice first, and I'll help you see it!" Zhang Feng handed the juice to the two little things, and then picked up Da Mao's drawing book to read.

Terrible! !
Zhang Feng looked at Da Mao's painting, and immediately thought of this word in his heart.

(End of this chapter)