four and a half year old farm family pet

Chapter 95
Yuan Bao stood in the middle, smiling obediently.

Just such a quiet look makes people feel a sense of New Year's celebration.

I really made the right choice to draw dolls this year!
"Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink." Mr. Wan Mo extended his hand to the steward beside him.

The steward was surprised: "Sir, you want to paint it yourself? You are worth a lot of money..."

"Good people and things should naturally be served with the best pen and ink. What's the fun in painting dead things?"

Wan Mo said with a smile that in his opinion, Yuan Bao was the source of his inspiration.

The steward stopped talking nonsense and directly brought over a jade pen and ink.

Yuan Bao was tired from standing, so he sat down on the small stool with a smile on his face, looking very natural.

Wan Mo was very satisfied with this little model. She was really a good-luck girl. He picked up the jade pen and began to draw with concentration.

First draw the general outline, and then carefully carve out the vivid face of the little doll.

Wan Mo's skills are much better than those of several painters present.

The villagers in Lizi Village heard that people from the city were painting Yuanbao's portrait, and they all came to join in the fun.

He also brought his own child over, hoping that Mo Xuan's people would like his child, draw two portraits, and give their family dozens of taels of silver.

The village chief was afraid that they would disturb Mo Xuan's people while they were painting, so he only asked them to stand outside the door and watch from a distance, and would not let them in. But even so, the villagers were still unsatisfied and were so happy that they wanted to jump up.

These are people from Mo Xuan, the largest literary house in the dynasty. The rich and powerful buy calligraphy and painting brushes from them, and the small families buy New Year pictures and couplets from them. In short, the business is so extensive that even the peasants like them know about it.

The people from Mo Xuan came to draw, which proves that Yuan Bao looks most like a good-wealth girl. Their Lizi Village has a good-wealth girl. Gee, what a blessing this is!

We should be kinder to Yuanbao in the future, so the villagers thought.

"Sister Miao, your Yuanbao is so brave. She doesn't panic when facing the big shots in Mo Xuan. She is such a kind-hearted little girl and she is also handsome." Someone said sincerely.

Mrs. Miao looked proud: "That's right. It doesn't matter who raises a girl. Some people are just talking nonsense, saying that our Yuanbao is a broom star. They don't even urinate to wash their brains. Think about what if Yuanbao is a disaster star." , Will Mo Xuan’s people come to get her portrait?" Mo Xuan has great power, but he can enter the palace and paint portraits of noble people.

Some people who had told Liu Xianhua that Yuan Bao was a disaster star looked a little embarrassed at this moment.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Wan Mo finally completed the last stroke of the painting.

"Okay! Let's take a rest." Wan Mo said as he put down his pen.

Yuan Bao also quickly put down the props in his hands, and like a little butterfly wearing flowers, he ran to this painter and then to that painter to have a look. In the end, he felt that the bad guy Wan Mo was the best at painting.

The 'Yuanbao' on the drawing paper seemed to come to life. When she looked at it, she felt like she was looking into a mirror, which showed the depth of Mr. Wan Mo's painting skills.

"Little girl, do you think my brother's paintings are the best?" Mr. Wan Mo smiled.

Yuan Bao told the truth: "Yeah! Uncle, you have a bad heart, but your paintings are very beautiful. Yuan Bao likes them."

"..."

Can we skip the topic of his bad heart? He is still a good person!
At least that's what people who know me say.

Mr. Wan Mo coughed and said, "Come here, bring some snacks for Yuan Bao to cushion your stomach, and we'll start painting later."

When Mrs. Miao heard this, she was immediately unhappy: "Master Wan Mo, do you want to paint later? My Yuanbao has been standing there for more than an hour..."

"Auntie, I know you feel sorry for Yuanbao. Otherwise, why don't we draw Yuanbao sitting down first?" Wan Mo backed down.

Miao thought for a while: "Okay!"

In short, her precious granddaughter cannot be harmed, otherwise she would rather not give up the 50 taels of silver.

(End of this chapter)