Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Chapter 216

Thinking of this, Su Guang couldn't help sighing again, after all, he is useless as a husband.

As long as he strives up, he won't make his daughter-in-law suffer so much.

Su Guang suddenly raised his head and said to Su Shan, "Dashan, go and get my pen, ink, paper and inkstone ready!"

Su Shan: "Father, didn't you say to paint after breakfast?"

Su Guang frowned, "Eat, eat, eat, what to eat? Your mother and your daughter-in-law have both gone out to suffer, and you still think about eating?!"

After being scolded for no reason, Su Shan was stunned.

Seeing Su Guang's serious expression, Su Shan didn't say anything, got up and went into the room to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Mi Bao knew what pens, inks, papers and inkstones were. She raised her head and asked curiously: "What does Grandpa need pens, inks, papers and inkstones? Do you also need to attend classes?"

Su Guang patted Mi Bao's head affectionately, and said with a smile, "Grandpa doesn't go to class, grandpa draws tricks to make money."

Hearing the word "make money", Mi Bao's eyes lit up.

She knows that the family has a large population now, and there are many mouths to eat, and the brothers will go to the village school to attend classes in the future, which will also cost money, so money is very important.

Grandma always said, make more money, make more money, and make more money to have a good life.

Mi Bao firmly remembered Liu Wanjun's nagging, and occasionally thought about making money, but unfortunately she was still too young, and there was no job that could make money for her.

"Grandfather, can painting also make money?"

Seeing that Mi Bao was interested, Su Guang patiently introduced, "It depends on the situation."

He bent down to pick up Mi Bao and said as he walked, "If you want to make money from painting, you must be a good painter. But good painting doesn't necessarily mean you will make money."

Mi Bao's eyes widened. A good painting doesn't mean it will make money?

Su Guang: "There are several types of people who make money from painting. One is painters, who specialize in painting various things. Some paint landscapes, some people, and objects. The other ones paint patterns. For example, if you like Embroidery, carpentry, etc. will need some patterns. This kind of painters usually draw novel and popular patterns. There is also a painter in the yamen, who is mainly responsible for painting portraits of wanted criminals. This belongs to the yamen The people in the village don’t have much money, but it’s not too much. As for the others, I won’t talk about them if I can’t remember them yet.”

Mi Bao listened carefully, and asked again: "Then what kind are you, grandpa? Are you a painter?"

Facing the shining eyes of his precious granddaughter, Su Guang rarely felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said: "Mi Bao, grandpa is not good at foundation, but he can't be a painter. But grandpa is good at drawing patterns!"

Mi Bao thought that his uncle was a carpenter, and the tables and chairs in the house were all made by his uncle himself. Some uncles finished it in two or three strokes. They looked durable but very simple, while some uncles took a long time to make. There will be particularly beautiful patterns, which are all carefully carved by my uncle.

Mi Bao actually likes those tables and chairs with beautiful patterns, and he feels happy just looking at them.

So he asked: "Is Grandpa drawing patterns for the table and chairs?"

"It's not just tables and chairs, but also cabinets, beds, etc. Everything is fine."

"Wow!" Mi Bao clapped his little hands, and then asked: "Then grandpa will also carve beautiful patterns on the tables and chairs like uncle did?"

Su Guang was originally a little proud of his little granddaughter's longing eyes, but now the pride froze on his face.

"Ahem, that rice treasure, Grandpa is only in charge of painting."

While speaking, Su Guang had already entered the room with Mi Bao in his arms, and Su Shan had already arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put them on the table.

(End of this chapter)