In the end, it was Team Leader Han who made the decision, "When I'm free, I'll go to Xiao Lu's house and ask his wife."
As he said that, he glanced at Han Wei again and said, "You will follow when the time comes."
Han Wei nodded, feeling some admiration for Shi Tingyu, an art master.
The next day, when Sister-in-law Han went to buy groceries, she heard someone talking about Shi Tingyu.
Just the day before yesterday, Shi Tingyu received another manuscript fee from Beijing Fine Arts Publishing House.
That was the royalties for the second story of Shi Tingyu's "Loyal Dog".
No one knew the first and second stories. They only knew that Shi Tingyu took money again.
It's been a day, but everyone is still talking about it with gusto.
Sister-in-law Han was confused after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you talking about Camp Commander Lu's wife? What's the royalties?"
Everyone looked surprised. Is there anyone in this family who knows that Shi Tingyu has published a book?
However, someone recognized Sister-in-law Han and knew that their family had just moved here a few days ago and did not know about Shi Tingyu, so they told her about it.
What a great cooking skill, winning an award for wall painting, and being in the newspaper.
The focus is on Shi Tingyu publishing a book.
She said mysteriously: "You don't know, but I heard that the one-time royalties can exceed a thousand. When the remittance order came, someone happened to see it, which is incredible."
Sister-in-law Han was extremely surprised, it turned out that Xiao Lu’s wife was so powerful.
She heard that even the Propaganda Office of the Women's Federation was competing with the school for people, which made her extremely envious.
This skilled person is really popular wherever he goes.
After listening to the gossip about Shi Tingyu along the way, Sister-in-law Han was a little distracted while shopping for groceries.
After returning home, she looked at her son who was still painting in the room, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. In fact, there is a bright future for him if he is good at painting.
When Captain Han came back in the evening, he saw his wife in high spirits.
After asking, I found out that she had heard a lot about the way out for people who could draw.
After hearing his wife say that Shi Tingyu made a lot of money from one book, Captain Han sighed, "Do you think anyone can achieve such results?"
Sister-in-law Han didn't know the specific situation and looked at Captain Han with a curious look on her face, "How did you say this?"
Captain Han knew a little about Shi Tingyu's background. Lu Weiguo said it when he invited guests to dinner that day.
He later went to inquire about the affairs of the Shi family and learned something about Shi Tingyu.
"Xiao Lu's wife and her family were abroad before. Xiao Lu's daughter-in-law graduated from a serious foreign university. She also held art exhibitions abroad. She is a veritable young painter. How can Xiaowei's self-taught work compare with others?"
He knew more than that. When he handed over to Zhao Tuan, he also knew about Shi Tingyu's portrait and the capture of spies.
After hearing what Zhao Tuan said about Shi Tingyu's portrait of a spy who had never been masked before, he was still shocked. Is there anyone with such ability in this world?
Xiaowei's paintings of his own parents didn't look like his father, so how could he compare with others?
Of course, the portrait was a military secret and he did not tell Sister-in-law Han, but this did not prevent him from admiring Shi Tingyu's painting skills.
Sister-in-law Han suddenly felt a little wilted, but she quickly cheered up and said, "I don't require Xiaowei to publish books and make money. I am very satisfied if he can be an art teacher in a primary school."
Leader Han thought the same way. He didn't think Han Wei could have any great future through painting, but he might be able to become an art teacher.
Of course, this would have to be asked by Shi Tingyu.
As for why he didn't ask the principal, of course it was because he was concerned about the brotherhood between him and Lu Weiguo.
Lu Weiguo's wife works as an art teacher in a primary school. If there is no shortage of art teachers in the school, and Han Wei is hired because of his position, isn't this taking away Lu's wife's job?
Naturally, he had to take a breather with Shi Tingyu and ask about the situation.
After dinner that night, Captain Han took Han Wei to Lu Wei Country in the dark.
If you go early, you will inevitably have to leave some food, so you might as well go there after your meal.
As soon as the two arrived at the door, they heard the sound of swords in the yard.
When they first arrived, they didn't know that the Lu family also had dogs.
At this time, Shi Tingyu called Li Jian: "Li Jian, go and open the door."
Lijian got up excitedly and ran towards the bolted door.
It's not that Shi Tingyu doesn't want to open the door, it's that he rushes to do these things on weekdays. He is a dog who loves to work.
The sharp sword has grown to be almost as big as an adult dog. It stands upright, puts its two front legs on the door, and pushes the door bolt out of the hole little by little with its mouth.
The door bolt opened and it immediately jumped away from the door.
The door was pushed open from the outside in an instant.
Captain Han saw the tall and strong sword and couldn't help but praise the dog.
Han Wei was a little frightened by the untied dog. The sword was too powerful.
Through the light bulb pulled outside the corridor, he could clearly see the sharp sword's mouth wide open when he yawned, and the sharp teeth inside were very scary.
When Shi Tingyu saw the visitor, he couldn't help but greet him, "Here comes Captain Han and Xiao Wei, come in and sit down."
Captain Han smiled innocently and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm disturbing you so late. Where is Lao Lu?"
At this time, Lu Weiguo stood up from the well in the yard and said, "I'm here."
Head Han and Han Wei went out in search of fame and found Lu Weiguo washing clothes by the well.
Lu Weiguo's clothes have been almost washed, so he just needs to wash them again.
While pressing the water well, he said to the two of them: "You guys go sit in the room first, I'll be there soon."
Soon the water in the basin was almost gone. He put his clothes in the basin and dried them. In just a few minutes, he wrung out the clothes and hung them up to dry.
Lu Weiguo wiped his hands and entered the main room, where he saw his wife making tea for Captain Han and his son.
He took it and handed the brewed tea to the Han family and his son.
Captain Han had never seen Lu Weiguo like this before. His eyes were full of curiosity.
The Lu Weiguo he knew was an officer who was courageous on the battlefield, strict and cold on the training ground, and with excellent military qualities. This was the first time he had seen such a homely side.
Lu Weiguo didn't think there was anything that shouldn't be known. He looked at Captain Han with a questioning look in his eyes. Why are you looking at me like that?
Seeing such a matter-of-fact look from him, Captain Han was defeated first. He was not a person who minced words. He took a sip of hot tea and asked Shi Tingyu with bared teeth: "Brother and sister, you are an art student at a government elementary school." Teacher, I would like to ask if your school is still recruiting art teachers?"
Shi Tingyu immediately understood the other party's intention and asked, "Do you want Xiaowei to become an art teacher?"
Han Tuan waved his hands repeatedly: "I just asked first. If there is a shortage, I will let him try at school. If there is no shortage, I will find another job for him."
After hearing what the other party said, Shi Tingyu roughly understood the other party's concerns. She smiled and said: "Our school really lacks art teachers. I teach five grades by myself now. If Xiaowei can come, it will be really helpful." I'm very busy, but the principal still needs to take a look at this in the end."
In fact, in Shi Tingyu's opinion, although Han Wei's paintings are not very good, he can still be a primary school art teacher.
