Space peasant girl: spoiled and sickened after crossing

Chapter 315 The Last Vote

The two came to a lantern stand again.

This lantern is made by myself, and the pictures on it can also be drawn by myself. The stall owner can directly use the drawn patterns to make a lantern on the spot.

"Which do you like?"

"Little pig's." Jiang Yuan stared at those lanterns.

"Oh, my son, we don't have piggy lanterns here, mainly because I don't know how to do it either. Take a look, why don't we choose another one?"

The stall owner quickly opened his mouth.

All his ready-made lantern frames, no piggy ones.

Jiang Yuan was struggling there, so Fu Jiu asked, "Can we make one ourselves?"

"You will? Of course you can!"

He has a lot of bamboo strips for making lanterns here, and he can make them on the spot in case one is sold out.

Speaking of doing it on the spot naturally includes this.

Fu Jiu took the bamboo stick, and Jiang Yuan looked sideways.

With his head down, he passed through the bamboo strips with his slender fingers, bent them, tied them with strings, and then took the bamboo strips and stacked them one by one.

After a while, the thing that could not be seen at first gradually revealed its prototype, which was in the shape of a little pig.

When the frame was ready, he took paper again and pasted up the little pig's lantern.

When the whole little pig came out, the stall owner was surprised and said, "Sir, you are very skilled. Can I make a little pig like this and sell it?"

This little pig is soft and cute, with a chubby body and a round head.

Originally, little pigs were bought by girls because they were too ugly.

But the little pigs he made are very cute, those girls must like them very much, and they will definitely be able to make more money with this.

"of course can."

Fu Jiu didn't care, she just turned her head to look at Jiang Yuan.

"What are you going to draw on it?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a while, took a pen and sketched a few random strokes on the paper prepared by the stall owner.

With just a few strokes, the image is already displayed.

That's a pig in a pigsty...

Jiang Yuan blew: "I hope my pig can be sold for a lot of money!"

Seeing this, Fu Jiu couldn't laugh or cry.

"My lord, you have great brushwork! I've been running this stall for so many years, and I've never seen you paint like this!"

The stall owner saw that Jiang Yuan's painting was simple, but it was easy to tell what the painting was.

Fu Jiu took it over and glued the small painting on the little pig lantern, and the lantern was completely completed.

"How much is the total?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"No money, I'll give it to you." The stall owner also learned a craft of pig lanterns from them, so how could he still accept her money.

By the way, he also presented a bunny lantern.

Jiang Yuan held a lantern in one hand, happily taking advantage of it.

Passing by and guessing lantern riddles, any poetry competition, as long as there is a lottery, she will let Fu Jiu go.

Don't want money, you bastard.

After these few games, there is also a small income of 5000 taels.

Jiang Yuan kept the ordinary small money by himself.

As a result, probably half of the people in the streets of Qingzhou Prefecture now know that there is a man named Fu Jiu who has a brilliant literary talent and takes the lead in all poetry and prose games.

Even though Fu Jiu was wearing a piggy mask, she couldn't stand the fame now.

There are still girls who don't give up and want to throw the sachet to Fu Jiu.

However, Jiang Yuan threw all of them back.

For a moment, the man with the mustache next to Fu Jiu made the girls in the city gnash their teeth, wanting to beat her to vent their anger.

(End of this chapter)