Sign in and get rich in farming

Because of the distance between her and the fishmonger Zhang Laosan, Yu Hongdou missed the first personal check-in place she saw.

But she didn't hold a grudge. If she had the chance to meet Zhang Laosan again, she would spend two points to sign and see what she could get. If there was no chance, she would just forget it.

Yu Hongdou is a bit casual about signing in until now.

The main thing is that you can live a worry-free life. There are not many items you can get by signing in, except for the Night Pearl and the two booklets of the Incense Sect.

In terms of skills, she would rather have none than have too few, and doesn't want to learn everything and get herself into a circle.

Speaking of this, when I have time, I should sign the other two-thirds of the places where Master Wu Chenggong has signed.

Yu Hongdou forgot about the fishmonger and was attracted by the hustle and bustle of the market, the various goods, the people of all kinds, the shouting one after another, and the green light beams all over the ground like the explosion of equipment in the game.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, there is a piece of pure land in front of the only wall of the market.

A man wearing a Taoist robe, with disheveled hair and bare feet, with seven or eight big-bellied wine bottles piled up at his feet and hands, was standing in front of a simple wooden table that looked like it was built temporarily, painting.

Two young servants stood on his left and right, one holding ink and the other holding pens of different sizes.

Their strange combination naturally attracted a lot of onlookers.

However, the people who come to the market usually do so because they have needs at home and do not have much time to waste here.

As people came and went, only four or five trustworthy people stayed and watched each other paint.

Yu Hongdou was attracted by the atmosphere of the crazy Taoist priest, but what summoned her over was a box emitting green light, which was almost exactly the same as the painting tools she had obtained when she signed in, at the feet of the servant holding the ink.

"Mom, let's go and take a look." Yu Hongdou tugged at Xu's collar.

She privately thought that those who could use that set of awesome-looking painting tools were either professional masters or professional poor students.

Judging from the colors and usage of the various dyes on the other party's box, it is obviously the former.

The boss’s box is the sign-in location, so Yu Hongdou has to touch it and try it out.

As he got closer, before Yu Hongdou could see the words floating above the painting toolbox, her eyes were attracted by the picture drawn by the other person.

The painter seemed to be totally unaffected by the surrounding noise, and was concentrating on painting a little girl who turned her head with a thin brush.

The little girl turned her head hard, and her eyes were directed to a fishmonger who was shouting loudly.

"Mom, he is drawing me." Yu Hongdou was a little surprised. The drawing was really like her.

In Yu Hongdou's opinion, the portraits of people in ancient paintings are more or less distorted.

She had heard someone analyze it online, saying that ancient Chinese paintings mostly used artistic conception and emotion to express themselves, and when painting people, they paid more attention to the resemblance of their spirits, and the images were more influenced by current aesthetics for artistic processing.

But the person I draw in front of me is vivid and three-dimensional. Even though she is not as realistic as a sketch, one can recognize at a glance that this is her.

As if hearing Yu Hongdou's words, the person who was immersed in painting looked up and met the little girl's pair of distinct black and white eyes.

The other person was stunned for a moment, looked down at the painting, and then looked up again.

Suddenly he turned around, stuffed the pen in his hand into the hand of the servant who was holding the pen, picked up a thinner pen and carefully added two strokes on the little girl's face in the painting, then looked up at Yu Hongdou.

Yu Hongdou stood on tiptoe and stretched her neck to look at the painting. With just two strokes, she seemed to come more alive in the painting. She couldn't help but raise her hands and applaud to show her praise.

After meeting a colleague from Iran, Yu Hongdou realized that the thumbs-up sign is not the universal symbol of "like". In their country, the thumbs-up sign means insult, and it seems to be a rather dirty insult.

From then on, when Yu Hongdou wanted to praise others, she would simply applaud and add verbal praise.

After expressing her affirmation, Yu Hongdou turned her gaze and attention to the box emitting green light.

[Sign-in location: Painting Crazy Wen Daozhi's painting tools. Do you want to sign in using 5 points? ]

5 points!

Yu Hongdou felt even more itchy in her heart, and she couldn't help but let go of the hand that was holding Xu's clothes, and moved closer to the box.

"Little girl, don't get too close. This box is old, don't let it get on your clothes." The servant holding the ink advised Yu Hongdou in a very good manner.

"Little brother, I want to see the pattern on it, but I won't touch it." Yu Hongdou pointed at the box and smiled sweetly at the servant.

Seeing her cute, the servant said, "This is the fisherman, woodcutter, farmer and scholar. That is, the fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer and the scholar."

Yu Hongdou nodded obediently and made a grab above the painting tools.

【Successful sign-in: Gain painting skills.】

Really good! I have made some progress in martial arts, so adding some arts classes is just right.

Satisfied, Yu Hongdou returned to the anxious Xu and bowed slightly to express her gratitude to the person who was immersed in painting again.

If she guessed correctly, they would meet again during the evening teaching mode.

……

I followed my mother and second aunt to the pork stall and ordered 66 kilograms of meat, and then went to a wine seller and ordered 30 jars of wine.

Yu Hongdou took the opportunity to ask about the strongest liquor, and then relied on her sweet talk to become a bigger customer and successfully got a palm-sized bottle of gift.

Xu took Yu Hongdou to the grocery store again and bought some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sugar and other seasonings.

Yu Hongdou took the opportunity to learn more and realized that there were many types of oil.

The most common ones are sesame oil and soybean oil, and there are also some special hemp seed oil and rapeseed oil, but the latter two are sold less frequently.

What surprised Yu Hongdou the most was that she actually saw a stall selling tea oil.

This is a good material for making essential oils. She originally wanted to make some by soaking it in water or wine. Now with tea oil, her soapnut soap will be more moisturizing and fragrant!

After asking the stall owner selling tea oil and knowing that he came every market, Yu Hongdou was not too greedy and only persuaded Xu to buy a small bottle.

Even so, the mother and daughter had more and more things in their hands, and they gradually found it difficult to carry them.

Sun had a lot of things on her, so she volunteered to put the things on the carriage first. Then the mother and daughter found a place with few people to wait for Sun to come back.

"Mom, I want this." When standing aside, Yu Hongdou stood in front of a stall selling ceramics and refused to move.

The stalls are filled with pottery and porcelain of all sizes. Although they look a bit rough, each one has an ancient texture.

Yu Hongdou was pointing at a small red clay stove and several matching utensils.

This size is just right for her. She can use it to cook something or make essential oil.

Xu asked about the price and thought it was a bit expensive, but finally paid for it under her daughter's eager gaze.

After buying them, Xu looked at the open jars and thought they were perfect for storing seasonings, so he paid for a few more.

Yu Hongdou smiled secretly, it turned out that shopping was addictive.

The mother and daughter were immersed in the joy of shopping when they heard someone shouting, "The Zhixiang Sect has just opened a new branch, and we are offering free fragrance!"

Yu Hongdou suddenly looked up.

A group of people carrying a sedan chair filled with flowers came from afar. As the team moved forward, flower petals and thumb-sized red paper bags were thrown out from the sedan chair, attracting passers-by to pick them up and ask for them.