After a while, a boy of eighteen or nineteen ran over from the back room.
Zhao Ping knew him. His name was Lu Xiu, and he was the son of Lu Dashan.
He held a heavy notebook and a writing brush in his hand.
But instead of calling Zhao Ping immediately, he asked with some confusion, "Brother Ping, are you sure you can draw style drawings?"
"How about you describe it and I can draw it for you?"
"Don't bother Ash."
Zhao Ping smiled and said, "I can draw and I won't waste your paper."
"And after the painting is completed, I will give you the style drawing. I just hope that Uncle Lu can give you a discount on the price."
"Let's take a look at the style diagram first."
Lu Dashan was an old man and did not agree immediately. Instead, he motioned Lu Xiu to give Zhao Ping the pen and paper.
Lu Xiu opened the book, found a page, pointed to the blank space and said, "Brother Ping, you draw here."
"Don't draw it too big. It's my stuff next to it. Don't let it get ruined."
Zhao Ping took a glance.
There is a bow and arrow box painted on it.
There is even a mechanism next to it. It seems that it is intended to be a crossbow, but it has not been assembled together. It is probably still in the research stage.
Zhao Ping was shocked.
How old is Lu Xiu to be able to tinker with such a thing?
Could it be that he is also a time traveler?
Zhao Ping planned to test it out and said casually: "Axiu, lend me your phone."
"What is a cell phone?"
Lu Xiu said nervously: "Just use a brush to draw pictures. Don't you understand it at all?"
Taxes are increasing, and their family's life is not as prosperous as before.
There is no spare money to buy him a new notebook.
This book was regarded as a treasure by him.
If he was really ruined by Zhao Ping, he would be angry to death.
"Do you know Li Bai?"
Zhao Ping asked again.
Lu Xiu shook his head.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns; if you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..."
Zhao Ping read another poem.
Lu Xiu was even more confused.
Although his family was better off, he could only afford food and clothing. He had never read a book and had no idea what Zhao Ping was talking about.
The same is true for Lu Dashan.
Seeing the reactions of the two people, Zhao Ping was sure that Lu Xiu was not a time traveler.
But he almost made a crossbow.
What a good seedling.
But right now, Zhao Ping has a lot of things to do and has no time to guide him.
Take the pen and start drawing.
At this moment, Lu Xiu's heart was in his throat.
He stared at Zhao Ping motionlessly, fearing that he would destroy the piece of paper accidentally.
Fortunately, Zhao Ping did not disappoint him.
Although Zhao Ping studied in medical school, he joined the Painting Association during college and studied painting for a period of time with his senior brothers and sisters.
Painting a regular bed is a piece of cake.
Soon he finished the painting.
"Is this a bed?"
Lu Xiu looked at the strange drawings and asked doubtfully.
"Yes, this is the bed."
Zhao Ping affirmed: "The bed is just a place to sleep. A board is enough. Just spread out a straw mat and cover it with a quilt to sleep."
"The reason why it has four legs to support it is to prevent moisture and pests and mice."
"Okay, okay, this bed is nice."
Lu Dashan praised: "This bed is very simple in workmanship, but extremely practical."
"It's cheap and I believe everyone will like it."
"Boy from the Zhao family, if you give me this picture, I can make you a new bed for free."
"And in the future, if you come to my house to make something, as long as you provide materials, I will do it for you for free without any charge."
"That's good."
Zhao Ping was not polite, after all, he was too poor.
Although this bed is simple, it still costs several hundred coins, and Zhao Ping really can't afford it right now.
It would be cost-effective to exchange the drawings for a new bed, plus Lu Dashan's free labor.
"Uncle Lu, how long will it take for you to make a bed like this?"
"Three days."
"Can you hurry up? I need it urgently."
"Then I'll push back what I'm doing and focus on making your new bed. With Ash's help, you should be able to use it tomorrow night."
"Sorry, Uncle Lu."
Zhao Ping chatted with Lu Dashan for a few more words before leaving and returning to his home.
He was dumbfounded when he got home.
I saw Liu Mengru and Wen Hui holding hands, talking and laughing, like close friends they hadn't seen for many years, very close.
I have to sigh, women are really strange animals.
Two people who were complete strangers became friends within an hour.
Seeing him coming back, Liu Mengru hurriedly greeted him, "Ms. sir, is the bed ready?"
"How can it be so fast?"
Zhao Ping said: "But Uncle Lu said it can be used tomorrow."
"Today we can only wrong Wenhui and let her sleep in the woodshed."
"That won't work."
Unexpectedly, Liu Mengru actually refuted.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but look up at her, which scared Liu Mengru greatly.
Only then did he realize that the man in front of him was an asshole who was always ready to hit others. How could he talk back to him?
He hurriedly changed his words and said: "Ms. sir, I didn't mean to contradict you."
"It's just that Wenhui has just recovered from a serious illness and her body is still very weak. So let her sleep in the woodshed. What if she gets cold again?"
"How about I sleep in the woodshed and let her sleep in the house?"
"What did you say?"
Zhao Ping was shocked, "Let her sleep in the room?"
"How to sleep? Sleep with me?"
Liu Mengru nodded.
"How does this work?"
Zhao Ping said angrily: "She is just a young girl, what will she do if she sleeps with me?"
"I'll be your concubine."
Liu Mengru said matter-of-factly: "If you see Wen Hui's body, then she is yours."
"If you don't marry her, won't you let her die?"
"I……"
Zhao Ping was really shocked by the fierceness of the women from the Dawei Dynasty.
First, Liu Mengru refused to be sold and put rat poison in the porridge. Now, because of the treatment, Wen Hui's clothes were undressed. Before she could do anything, Wen Hui desperately wanted to marry him.
He even did not hesitate to give Liu Mengru some ecstasy soup so that she, his real wife, could help him speak.
"Just wait."
Zhao Ping took a deep breath and regained his composure.
"Our family still owes foreign debts. If we marry her and we still don't have the money, wouldn't we be giving that bastard Wang Shiren an advantage in vain?"
"what is it now?"
"After I repay Wang Shiren's money and earn another hundred taels of silver, I will take her as my concubine."
"Isn't this just disagreement?"
Liu Mengru felt a little resentful.
That's one hundred and fifty taels of silver.
An ordinary person cannot earn that much money in his entire life.
Although Zhao Ping has changed his gender, it is still extremely difficult to earn one hundred and fifty taels of silver.
He was rejecting Wenhui as a concubine in a different way.
On the other hand, Wen Hui, when she heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "My benefactor, this is what you said."
"We must keep our words and not go back on our words."
"Do you really believe that I can make one hundred and fifty taels?"
Zhao Ping looked at Wenhui in confusion.
"kindness."
Wen Hui nodded, "My benefactor is a very talented person. I believe that my benefactor will definitely make that much money, and he will do it very quickly."
I added something in my mind, "If you can't make it, I will give you the way to make a fortune. I guarantee you will make more than that."
At that time, she will be the real woman of her benefactor.
Just thinking about it made Wen Hui's heart feel as sweet as honey, and the smile on her face never dissipated.
"Wen Hui, why are you so stupid?"
Liu Mengru nodded at Wen Hui's head, hating that iron could not become steel.
"Sister Mengru, we are all benefactors, and we should believe in him."
Wen Hui is still stubborn.
Liu Mengru said nothing more and invited everyone to eat.
White rice, rabbit broth.
In Xiping Village, it was a life that was only available during the holidays, and it had to be a wealthy household with some wealth.
Ordinary farmers would not dare to eat like this even during the Chinese New Year.
Zhao Xiaoxiao's mouth was full of oil, without caring about his own image.
Liu Mengru was somewhat stronger, but she could still be considered a gobbler.
Wen Hui, on the other hand, chewed slowly and slowly, as if she had eaten these things often.
This is definitely not the behavior of an orphan.
Zhao Ping kept an eye on it and planned to go to Gaolou Village to find out something when he had time.
Since you plan to take her as your concubine, you need to know the root cause.
To avoid being implicated.
After the meal, Wenhui washed the dishes and pots, and boiled hot water for Zhao Ping and Liu Mengru to wash up.
This further strengthened Zhao Ping's idea of investigating Wen Hui.
After all, ordinary people wouldn't bother using hot water to wash their feet. The saved firewood would cost money in the county town.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Ping lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Zhao Xiaoxiao was woken up and turned over to lie on his chest.
Blinking his smart eyes, he said, "Dad, did I disturb your marriage with mother? How about I go to the woodshed to sleep with Aunt Wenhui?"
