Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

I have to say, these three children... are really not suitable for studying, so Xiao Le can only take a step back and teach them some commonly used characters.

Of course, the least taught is their own name.

But with such a name, the first three people were able to write in front of Xiao Le was Xiao Yunlan three days later.

Xiao Le took a deep breath, and the three people on the opposite side didn't even dare to breathe out.

"I'm going to the county seat. You guys are at home...you have time to practice."

Enduring the headache, he packed the painting in a cloth bag and went out.

The little ones looked at me and I looked at you, and finally all laughed.

"Little uncle...it's different from before."

"Yes, the little uncle will be angry with us now."

Instead of ignoring.

"But I'm so stupid." Xiao Yunxing only felt that his head was big, he didn't even understand the characters of Xiao, "No, I have to write out the name before my little uncle comes back!"

They know how to draw gourds in the same way, but if you remove the pattern, they will forget what the gourd looks like.

Xiao Le came to the town quickly, and then spent eight cents, took a bullock cart to the gate of the county seat, and went straight to Huazhaifang after entering the city.

This place not only sells calligraphy and painting, but also collects calligraphy and painting.

Knowing that Xiao Le was here to sell paintings, the guy first invited him to the backyard, and soon after, the shopkeeper of the shop came, and he recognized Xiao Le at a glance.

If not that this shop knows how to do business, the shopkeeper's eyes have "retained" a lot of business.

"Xiao Xiucai! Please sit down, please sit down."

The shopkeeper, surnamed Wen, is a fat middle-aged man who always loves to smile.

"Treasurer Wen," Xiao Le nodded slightly, he could throw away everything, and the arrogance of a scholar was so embellished, "It's a joke to say, but I'm short of money recently, so I made a picture, please take care of the shopkeeper Wen."

As he spoke, he took out the picture of a gathering of ghosts from the cloth bag and unfolded it.

Shopkeeper Wen was still laughing secretly at the young scholar who was easy to be slaughtered for speaking like this, but he was attracted by the unfolding painting.

"This this……"

Shopkeeper Wen looked at the painting, and involuntarily raised his hand to caress his heart, "Xiao Xiucai made a good painting!"

Xiao Le: ...

"Treasurer Wen is absurd." Xiao Le was also very happy to see him shaking his hands and touching the painting very lovingly, but it didn't show on his face, only the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "I don't know that I..."

"I don't know the name of this painting?"

After appreciating the painting, shopkeeper Wen couldn't find the name and seal of the painting, so he asked.

"A gathering of ghosts."

Xiao Le also discovered this problem. He was silent for a while and then said softly, "There is no seal in my family, and when I paint... there is no place for the name of the painting."

Simply forgot.

"Xiao Xiucai doesn't need to worry, I will take care of it and give you a seal. I wonder if you will be named?"

Shopkeeper Wen carefully put away the painting and asked again.

"Second Scar."

Xiao Le replied without thinking.

Shopkeeper Wen: "...Hahaha this name is really wonderful, come, please sit here, let's talk about the price."

Xiao Le, who pretended not to listen to Shopkeeper Wen's embarrassing smile, sat down reservedly, "I won't sell this painting without 100 taels."

Shopkeeper Wen's eyes lit up, is there such a good thing?

As soon as Xiao Le saw his expression, he knew that his bid was low. He felt a little regretful, but immediately made up for it, "But if shopkeeper Wen is willing to send some drawing paper and ink, I am willing to sell it to shopkeeper Wen at a low price."

"What's so difficult? Ah San! Quickly bring the ink and drawing paper to Xiao Xiucai to choose!"

Then he asked someone to ask the master craftsman to carve the seal of "Second Scar", which can be said to be very attentive.

When Xiao Le walked out of the painting studio with a bulging bag, he looked a little naive because of the bulging bag.

But this did not affect his good mood. He went to buy rice for five taels of silver, white noodles for three taels of silver, and some miscellaneous grains and meat. The small bag and the guy who helped deliver the things went to the gate of the county seat, and the bullock cart when they got on it went directly to the village.

"Isn't that Brother Xiao?"

"Yeah, it's rare to see him with such a big bag, it's really insulting."

"Yes, yes, but isn't Brother Xiao's family very poor? Why..."

Xiao Le didn't know that a plastic scholar brother had seen him, and even talked about himself behind his back. When he arrived at the village entrance, he couldn't take so many things away.

Fortunately, there were a few children at the entrance of the village. Xiao Le asked a child to go to the field to call Brother Xiao and others, and asked them to come with a basket on their backs.

When brother Xiao and the others came with their baskets on their backs, they saw the handsome Xiao Le and the rice and meat beside him.

"My mother..."

Brother Xiao pinched himself severely.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, I bought some rice, and I ask you to help me carry it back."

Xiao Le nodded slightly.

"Le, Brother Le, where did you get the money?"

Second Brother Xiao forced Brother Xiao to wake up first.

"Sold a painting."

Xiao Le didn't say much, this is not a place to talk, the two brothers went back and forth several times before getting things home.

This matter was also told to the family members by a few children who watched the excitement, and soon the villagers knew that Xiao Le had bought a lot of rice and went home.

Xiao family.

"Just, just that painting sold for 100 taels?"

The Xiao family, who had only read the initial draft, showed expressions of astonishment.

Can that ghost painting sell so much money?The painting where the face can't be seen clearly?

Xiao Le pursed his lips, "The shopkeeper of Huashuzhai took it, and even gave me colorful ink and drawing paper."

After speaking, he put the cloth bag on the table, opened it and took out the things for everyone to see.

"Sell, sell so much money, and give something?"

Mother Xiao took a breath.

"For literati, calligraphy and painting cannot be measured by silver." Xiao Le was silent for a while, and then explained briefly to everyone, "It's like the Taoist priest of the previous dynasty. His calligraphy is hard to find. Another example is the painter Qingfeng in my dynasty, the minimum price for one of his paintings is 100 taels of gold."

Everyone gasped like Xiao's mother.

"I finally know why everything is low-grade, but reading is high."

Brother Xiao patted his face and said.

Xiao Le took out a silver note of 50 taels and four small silver notes of ten taels and handed them to Mother Xiao.

"I used twelve taels."

As he spoke, he gave them the gifts he bought for his family one by one.

Except for Xiao's mother, all women have hairpins, and Xiao's mother has a silver bracelet.

Daddy Xiao is two catties of good dry tobacco, plus a pair of shoes, Big Brother Xiao, Second Brother Xiao, and Xiao Yunxing all have a pair of shoes.

"Brother Le, take this bank note back, it's all yours..."

After the excitement of receiving the gift faded away, Xiao's mother still pushed the banknote to Xiao Le, not wanting Xiao Le to get up directly, grabbed the cloth bag and went back to the house with an unhappy expression on his face.

Mother Xiao didn't finish her sentence.

"Take it."

Father Xiao said with a smile, "Brother Le has such a heart, if he doesn't appreciate it, it will hurt his heart."

"That's right, that's right," Xiao's mother nodded with a smile, and she said to the rest of the people, "Don't tell me about Brother Le's sale of paintings..."

At this time, shopkeeper Wen was admiring the picture of a gathering of ghosts, and the shopkeeper, San, didn't quite understand, "Shopkeeper, in the past, when those talented people came to sell paintings, we would give you 50 taels at most, how about this time..."

Still such a young talent.

"What do you know?" Shopkeeper Wen put away the painting, "Xiao Xiucai has always been very noble. He would not come to sell paintings unless there was an emergency, and you don't listen to what he said. Put it in an unkind shop. , slaughtered him to the point where there are no bones left!"

"That's right," Ah San nodded repeatedly, "Why don't we say our shopkeeper is kind."

"I'm also a businessman," Shopkeeper Wen said with a chuckle, "This is the weirdest and most frightening painting I've ever seen! If you send it to Fucheng Painting Study, it can sell for at least 300 taels!"

Asan: ...

Is this a compliment?

weird?tremble with fear?

But what Ah San didn't know was that the painting was a gathering of ghosts, and the ghosts were not Bodhisattvas, what they wanted was that kind of weird and frightening effect.

"In the future, whenever Xiao Xiucai comes to sell paintings, he must pass them on, and I will personally receive them."

Shopkeeper Wen told Ah San.

However, Xiao Le didn't want to sell paintings for more than half a year. Of course, this is a story.

Xiao Le, who got the official drawing paper, decided to draw flowers after examining the ink.

But now it is early winter, and the plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. There are no plum blossoms in their area.

Draw a ball.

Xiao Le put away the drawing paper and bright ink, and after making two strokes on the straw paper with a chicken brush, he drew a person.

Seeing that his facial features were not very coordinated, Xiao Leqing coughed, took out a few more pieces of straw paper and practiced, and finally drew a very realistic figure painting.

What he painted was Xiao Yunxing smiling with his small teeth showing.

After staring at it for a while, Xiao Le dried the painting, put it in the book, took out another piece of straw paper, and continued to draw...

"Yunxing is getting bigger now, we're thinking about building another house, and it will probably cost one or two taels of silver."

Father Xiao came to discuss business with Xiao Le.

"Father, since the money has been handed over to the public, let you and mother decide, don't ask my opinion."

Xiao Le said with a hint of helplessness.

Father Xiao smiled and nodded when he heard the words, "You earned it after all, I have to tell you anyway, Brother Le, there is one more thing, you are now twenty, do you have a girl you like?"

"No," Xiao Le shook his head, "I have no plans to get married right now."

No plans to get married?

Father Xiao looked at his face, it was very ruddy, and his body should be fine, "Why don't you ask your mother to help you look at each other first?"

"No need," Xiao Le shook his head again, "I have always envied the relationship between you and your mother, and I also want to find someone I like to marry again."

Father Xiao and Mother Xiao got married through "free love".

Hearing this, Father Xiao chuckled lightly, "Success, I'll listen to you."

A few days later, Big Brother Xiao and Second Brother Xiao started to pull wood to the house, and the next day they started to bring out firewood from the original small firewood house to start building the house.

Xiao Yunxing was the most excited. This is his room. He jumped up and down to help. Xiao Le stood in the yard with his hands behind his back and watched, not intending to help.

He didn't mean it, and neither did his family members.

"Uncle, drink tea."

Seeing him walk into the main room, Xiao Yunlan immediately brought out the freshly brewed tea.

"I will drink old tea with everyone in the future," Xiao Le said softly after taking the tea.

Xiao Yunlan said ah, Xiao Le didn't wait for her to refuse to question her soul, "How many words do you remember that I taught you? Write it down for me."

Xiao Yunlan: ...

A boy from the neighbor's house came to help with the work. Xiao Le stood at the door of the main room, watching the boy's eyes and occasionally glanced towards their kitchen. He slightly raised his eyebrows and walked directly to the door of the kitchen. The boy never Dare to look over.

Tsk, just so brave?

Xiao Le was upset again, and said to Xiao Yunyue who came out to deliver water, "Put it in the main room, and they will get it themselves when they are thirsty."

As soon as Xiao Yunyue put it down, the boy rushed into the main room to drink water.

After looking at each other with Xiao Yunyue, both of their faces were slightly red, and Xiao Yunyue walked out of the main room quickly with her head down, and walked into the kitchen.