The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

The two put the things in the room and looked them over.

The old man had already brought the coal in a basket and was adding it to the coal stove.

"Master, did our coal come from the top?" Chen Zhong asked, and after getting the affirmation, he was puzzled again, "I heard that after burning this coal, everyone got caught in the soot, isn't it forbidden to use it?"

The old man said: "It's so cold in winter, what's the use if you don't burn coal? It's not anthracite at all!"

"Oh? That's it?" Chen Zhong asked.

"You said I have been using this kind of coal, why is nothing wrong?" the uncle said.

Chen Zhong thought for a while and didn't speak. He was puzzled by this question. Maybe if he found the difference between the two, the answer would emerge.

The anthracite burns quickly, and Ren Yingying got soot when experimenting with it, so she should try it herself.

It was getting dark at this time, Chen Zhong picked up the board, clipped a few pieces of paper and said, "Apprentice, let's go outside and draw."

Since he is a painter, he has to look good. He didn't rush into the village, but went up the mountain to paint the scenery.

Yuan Rou saw that he quickly drew the village and the nearby mountains with a pencil, which was lifelike, and a desolate atmosphere due to the bad weather also appeared on the paper.

"Snow, it's snowing, Master." Yuan Rou said excitedly.

It was the first time in three years that I saw snow, and it was still in this scene.

Chen Zhong raised his head, and the snowflakes fell little by little, which made him slightly moved.

Is it snowing in Jiangcheng too?Was Su Ziying also looking up at the sky?
I keep writing, and I put into it the feeling of longing that appears strong just after parting.

"Damn it, why didn't the weather forecast say there was snow, so it fell?"

Someone on the mountain was talking and came down from the top. When he saw the two people beside him, he walked over curiously.

I was surprised to find that he was painting, and he didn't look like a villager from his clothes.

"What do you do?" a man in a short down jacket asked.

Chen Zhong also noticed that they were not from the village, and he didn't deliberately ignore them, and replied, "We are painters."

A young man with a white face next to him came over. After looking at it, his eyes lit up, and he said, "We were thinking about a picture of a mountain village, and now we have it. Hey, we bought your picture."

Chen Chong said: "Sorry, I don't sell this one."

The white-faced man saw that he was not well dressed, and said condescendingly, "I'll give you 1000 yuan!"

"Not for sale." Chen Zhong shook his head.

The white-faced man thought he wanted more money, so he laughed and said, "5000 yuan is enough!"

"I won't sell it for ten times the price." After finishing the last stroke, Chen Chong saw a lot of snow falling on Yuan Rou's body, so he patted her clothes and prepared to pack up and leave.

Only then did the white-faced man notice the face of the girl next to him, she was so beautiful in the snow, like a fairy descended from the world.

I couldn't help but wanted to hold her hand, but was blocked by the man who painted, and was about to say something.

"What if the price is a hundred times higher?" A woman in a mink coat appeared, looking mature and sexy in her 30s.

Chen Zhong was surprised. His painting skills were good, but he also knew that it was not worth the money. He thought for a moment and said:

"This picture is my proudest work. The price just now did not meet my expectations. If it is given 50 yuan, then I will definitely sell it."

The white-faced man taunted: "I still want 50, I think you have a big face!"

"I'll bring up 50 later and give it to this brother," the ermine woman said afterwards, "put the picture on our website for publicity."

"Sister, how can this broken painting be worth 50 yuan?" The white-faced man thought it was worthless.

"Let's go back first. Didn't your third brother send a letter saying that those people are coming? We have to be careful." The mink girl said and took the lead to leave, and the rest followed.

The white-faced man turned his head and took a deep look at the beautiful girl, feeling an itch in his heart.

After returning to the yard, the snow was soon covered with silver, and I sat by the window and watched.

The old man came in and said, "How is it? Is it still warm?"

"Okay." Chen Zhong smiled and asked, "Master, I saw a lot of people on the mountain just now, and they don't seem to be from the village. What are they doing there?"

The old man lit a bag of dry tobacco and said, "There are many small hot springs on our mountain. They want to turn this into a holiday village."

"Resort." Yuan Judao.

"That's right, it's such a village. Isn't Xiaoniu Village a good name?" The old man sighed, "There is another group of people who have taken a fancy to this place, and they have fought several times, and even died... "

"Oh." Chen nodded emphatically, not interested in this, as long as it doesn't hinder him.

There was no smell of soot from the coal stove, and no discomfort in the body, which should be chronic.

He drew a few more pictures by the window, some relying on imagination, some just looking at what is in front of him.

When I show it tomorrow, I will go to other people's homes to see what is different. I am also worried that others will not recognize it.

But this worry was unnecessary, and soon someone entered the yard.

It was the white-faced man who brought two people, and the middle-aged woman who was sitting next to him when he came, she still couldn't believe it.

The young man who was still being mocked by her in the car sold a painting for 50 in the blink of an eye?

This can directly buy a house in the county!

"Here, this is 50 yuan, what about the painting?" the white-faced man asked.

Chen Zhong handed over the picture.

The white-faced man looked at it and asked the people next to him to put it away. He didn't intend to leave, but said: "This is your woman? Give her to me, and you can make a price."

Yuan Rou couldn't help frowning, she noticed that this man's gaze was presumptuous when she was on the mountain.

"Sorry, I like money, but I'm not someone who loses humanity for money." Chen Zhong refused.

The white-faced man is a gangster, he looked at him coldly and said, "What if I force your woman to accompany me?"

"As long as you can knock me down." Chen Zhong said simply.

"That's easy." The white-faced man smiled and motioned for his subordinates to go over.

"Boy, we don't even give Feng Shao face, we are really courting death!"

Two people behind him stretched out their hands and were about to twist his arm.

Chen Zhong sighed, and didn't want to come here to start a dispute, but there was nothing he could do.

Immediately, he punched the man down twice, and then kicked the white-faced man in the stomach.

The latter squatted on the ground in pain, he didn't expect that the other party dared to fight back, and the attack was so crisp and neat.

Several people lost their arrogance, seeing that the other party didn't care about it, they ran out quickly.

The middle-aged woman was very surprised and said: "You are finished." Then she also left.

"Hey, young man, why did you beat those people up? We villagers want to make a scenic spot by ourselves, and more than 20 people have lost the fight with each other, but they have this in their hands..."

The old man made an "eight" sign, which means a gun. He was lighting a fire just now, so it was too late to stop it.