Eighty Koi Fubao get rich

Chapter 19 Jiang An's Painting Talent

"Oh, it's known as the most stinky flower in the world. It smells like carrion. Its yellow mouth is as good as others. Wait, did you... just laugh?"

Jiang Chao, who had suppressed his smile a long time ago, his eyes flickered slightly, "No, you are wrong, look at the road, I will not help you if you fall."

"Hmph, your eyesight is good, there is absolutely no way you can see it wrong, it's a little bit, the path is flat, how could you possibly fall!"

After making grimaces, he ran away in small steps, Jiang Chao frowned, quickened his pace, and followed.

The two went back home after playing around for a while, and Wu Lifang made them each a bowl of brown sugar water.

Added some minced ginger, sweet and spicy, very warm stomach.

"Ah Chao, why do you still bring a small towel when you go to Shangxiang? Hey, it's still damp!"

"Aunt Wu, did Jiang Chao not bring a dry towel when offering incense in the past?"

"Without"

"bring!"

The two replied at the same time, but the boy's voice was obviously a little higher.

The female doll with a smirk on her face nudged the boy lightly, "Chou Jiang Chao, thank you Ang!"

The stern-faced boy moved his position in disgust, "Stop being sentimental, drink your brown sugar water!"

"Ah Chao, don't tease Xia Xia, An An, what... have you got?"

Putting her little hand in her pocket, she blinked her innocent grape eyes, "No...it's nothing, I... went back to the house to play."

After Xiaoluotou left, Wu Lifang put the bamboo basket on the table, "Ah Chao, look what's missing? Don't throw a cannon!"

"Oh, some scraps of paper are missing, it's okay, let him play!"

These words made Aunt Wu feel more at ease. She was afraid that something would happen to her second son.

"Hey, Jiang Chao, you actually brought back the scraps of paper."

"Hey, what else? Salamelin... to make things difficult for the workers?"

"Well, what's so interesting about the shredded paper? It's worth picking it up quietly!"

puzzle?

Well, this possibility is very high!
Jiang Chao sneered and rolled his eyes, "It has its uses!"

On the afternoon of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Yun Xia was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, holding a little doll with a page of paper, and ran over, showing off, dangling in front of her.

Slightly raised his eyes, looked at the content on the paper, and finally understood the meaning of Jiang Chao's words yesterday.

"An'an, did you draw this?"

"Yeah, sister Xia Xia, here it is for you!"

Although she used a pencil to imitate yesterday's painting, the girl's charm in the painting is closer to Yun Xia's, with a sweet smile and clever eyes, and Lamei's movements are a little playful.

"An'an, the painting is really good. My sister must treasure it well. When you become a great painter, frame it and hang it on the wall. Just looking at it every day will make you feel comfortable."

"Sister Xia Xia, An An... can she really become a great painter?"

The little baby rubbed the hem of his clothes nervously, but his eyes were full of longing. Yun Xia chuckled and patted his head.

"An'an, where there is a will, there is a way, not to mention that you have a talent for painting, and you have already made a big step ahead of others."

"But brother doesn't like..."

"Don't listen to him, stick to your dreams."

The little boy who is just a few years old doesn't know what a dream is, but he is very sure that he likes to draw.

"Well, An An will definitely work hard and grow up to be a great painter."

After finishing speaking, Lai lay in her sister's arms and listened to her fairy tales with ups and downs.

Jiang Chao, who came back from visiting his relatives, saw the two of them sticking together like glue and paint, and caught a glimpse of the sketch in the girl's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked:
"Yun Xia, what did you tell An An?"

As usual, the little carrot head at this moment should be hiding in a big box, and will definitely not play in the yard and bask in the sun.

"Jiang Chao, look, An An's paintings are even better than Scenery Ling's. We can focus on training in this direction in the future."

"Hmph, painting is a hobby that burns money, and it can't be eaten as a living. What's the use of being good at painting?"

"Brother, when An An grows up, he wants to be a great painter, hehe!"

Seeing the poisonous snake Jiang Chao about to pour cold water on him again, Yun Xia hurriedly stood up and moved forward, covering his mouth with chubby hands.

"An'an, your brother and I have something to talk about, you go back to the room first."

"Oh fine!"

Not being praised by his own brother, Xiao Jiang'an was a little sluggish, dragging his heels on the ground, and slowly moved back into the house.

Yun Xia had a small mouth and crazily exported the benefits of learning painting. Jiang Chao was annoyed by her talk, so he pushed her hand away, "Hey, has the talkative spirit possessed you? Did I say not to let him paint?"

Hey, there is a show!

"Whoever told you to put on a straight face, anyone who reads it will think that you disagree."

"Drawing paper, paintbrush, drawing board, hiring a teacher, which one doesn't need money? Pick up a pencil tip, and occasionally draw. If you want to train yourself as a painter, our family can't afford that money!"

After some words, Yun Xia was at a loss for words.

That's right, the Wu family's situation is not good. It's because I am too idealistic. No matter what era I am in, I want to cultivate my interest into a profession. The initial investment is beyond the reach of ordinary families.

"Hey, can't you speak?"

Yun Xia was very depressed by the look of knowing such an expression.

"I'm too thoughtless, but... you must not suppress An An's enthusiasm for learning painting, or... scratch your face with scars."

"Money, earn it slowly. My little brain is very flexible. Aren't you afraid I won't be able to think of a clever way to make money? Hmph!"

"Hey, Yun Xia, you have to know that dreams and wishful thinking are not the same thing."

Seeing the female doll being angry like a puffer fish, Jiang Chao chuckled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and entered the main room.

Smelly Jiangchao is going to make a lot of money by slapping him in the face!
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, a good day to visit relatives, Yun Xia went to Director Liu's house to pay New Year's greetings with a bamboo basket, which was filled with brown sugar, a bag of milk, melon, and croissants.

"Xia Xia, you just came, and you brought so many things, are they heavy?" Aunt Xu, who was wearing an apron, took the bamboo basket and complained dotingly.

"Auntie, Aunt Wu said that you and Uncle are Xia Xia's benefactors, so courtesy is essential."

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days, and the little mouth is even sweeter. Auntie makes braised pork at noon, and I will make sure you eat it until your stomach bursts. Niannian, let Xiaxia play."

Today, Aunt Xu's niece from the same family also paid New Year's greetings with her mother. The dolls huddled in the small bedroom, listening to Liu Xiaonian showing off her new baby!
"Nian Nian, it's just a little dog, who in the city raises it?"

Liu Xiaonian is a tough guy, he doesn't know when he's bullied, he still foolishly introduces the advantages of the little dirt dog, and Xu Yingying, who is punching the cotton, is so angry at her that she can hang up the oil bottle with her small mouth.

"Hey, tell me, isn't it cheap to raise a native dog?"

Yun Xia who was knocking sunflower seeds to watch a play: ...

Why did you suddenly turn on me?
"Cats are poor, dogs are rich, native dogs are easy to feed, they are not picky eaters, just feed them leftovers, and they are extremely protective of their owners. They are good housekeepers, and it is not a loss to raise them!"

"Hey, Xia Xia knows better. Look, the newly bought rubber band looks good, doesn't it?"

The high ponytail is tied with ribbon-shaped hair tendons, and pearls are hanging from the bottom. The workmanship is exquisite and letters are printed. It looks like an imported product in a department store.

(End of this chapter)