Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

[Congratulations to the host, you have completed the dungeon challenge task, the rewards have been sent to the space, go and see for yourself. 】

Gee.

This system is now becoming less and less formal.

He sat down and planned to see what reward was given this time.

Artemis saw the door closing and closing, but couldn't even see a ghost.

It suddenly became tense, its eyes were wide open, and its whole body showed an attacking appearance.

"Brother Dong, are you back?"

"If yes, you can take off that cloak, it's so creepy."

Oh yes, forgot.

Jiang Weidong took off his cloak, and before putting it into the space, he took a special look at Yongjiu, and it turned out to be 19/20.

A big living person suddenly reappeared in front of his eyes, and Artemis felt much more at ease in his heart.

Relaxed, continued to lie on the edge of his pillow, and lazily asked him what happened just now.

Jiang Weidong told it briefly.

When talking about using the electric light to turn on the light, when Jia Zhangshi was scared to the point of shit, one person and one cat all laughed unkindly.

"Then what good things did you get rewarded for this mission?"

"Damn, what I was about to watch when I entered the room, I forgot when you interrupted me, watch it now!"

After all, he opened the light curtain and clicked on the space to check.

It was found that this time it was the same two things.

One is the Golden Pupil skill card, and the other is a Leica M3 camera.

The golden pupil is used to identify antiques, and Jiang Weidong knows that.

Maybe it will be used in the future, but he is not in a hurry right now. He holds the skill card and crushes it vigorously, and all the skills automatically enter his mind.

But what excited him even more was the Leica camera.

This is simply too precious!

In his previous life, he had a childhood friend who was fond of photography, and he had always talked about the Leica M3 in front of him.

It is said that this model of camera was born in [-], using a solid brass body.

At that time, many military photographers in Western countries were allotted with this camera.

Under normal circumstances, the army has regulations that once captured, the camera must be destroyed immediately to prevent information leakage.

Most soldiers use hammers or gun handles to smash ordinary cameras directly.

But like this Leica M3 camera, military reporters often need to tie a grenade to the camera to completely destroy it.

This shows how strong it is.

It is a pity that in 20, that is, this year, it was discontinued, and the cumulative global production was only [-] units.

Jiang Weidong was ecstatic, and was lucky to get one before the production was discontinued. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Artemis, it's alright this time."

"I'll buy more film later, and take you out for fun, and we can take more photos as souvenirs..."

He fiddled with the camera while talking to the other party.

He was answered by a series of grunts.

Jiang Weidong glanced at the little cutie, smiled and patted the cat's head, pulled the pillow towel, and gently covered it.

In a blink of an eye, it is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

It can really be seen that it is the New Year, and the streets and alleys are full of scenes of the New Year.

Especially in the big alley at Jiaodaokou, there are several craftsmen.

Among them, the one surrounded by the most children is the sugar painting seller.

This craft can still be seen in the 90s, after the 21st century, it will not be easy to see it in big cities.

The scene in front of him gave Jiang Weidong a special feeling.

He took out his camera, pointed at the booth selling sugar paintings and clicked the shutter.

Hearing a "click", the scene he wanted to keep forever has been locked in the camera.

Now this Leica M3 has become his treasure, and he can keep it with him in his space at any time.

Whenever he encounters something interesting, interesting, or meaningful and memorable, he will take out his camera and take a few pictures.

Artemis standing on his shoulders didn't care about that.

Its two eyes widened again, and its little nose trembled slightly, "Brother Dong, do you think cats are allowed to eat candies?"

This product is really a greedy cat, if it is fake, it will be replaced.

It wants to try any new thing, and it definitely does not lack the spirit of adventure.

Jiang Weidong walked to the sugar painting booth, and as he expected, the painter was indeed an old man, at least 70 to [-] years old by visual inspection.

"Master, how do you sell this sugar painting?"

The old man didn't raise his eyes, and was still drawing with his head down seriously, but he replied, "Two cents are transferred once, and you can draw whatever you transfer."

The so-called "one turn" refers to the turntable next to the drawing board, on which there are various birds and beasts.

"Uncle, turn this little rabbit around, it's the cutest."

"No, uncle, the rabbit is too small, it's not worth it, you can turn to the big phoenix, it's big, and it will have more sugar!"

Good guy, I can't see that the brats have a lot of heart.

At this time, I heard the old man say with a smile, "It doesn't matter what you say, and neither do I. Which one to draw in the end depends on luck."

Jiang Weidong thought for a while and asked the other party, "Master, can you draw me and my cat?"

Unexpectedly, the old man was still painting, without even raising his head, "Young man, do you know that sugar painting has a history of more than 400 years now, and we painters have no drafts, and the drafts are all in our hearts."

"It doesn't matter if you want to paint Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, or flowers, birds, insects and animals, you have to finish it while it's hot."

"It's nothing to draw you one person and one cat, but if you have too much candy, you need to pay more!"

Artemis stretched her neck, sniffing the smell of sugar, the beards on both sides were almost stuck to someone else's sample sugar.

"This old man's handicraft is pretty good, but he's a bit bragging."

But Jiang Weidong didn't think so. He said that there was no diamond and no porcelain work.

Thinking about it, if he didn't have a second thought, he probably wouldn't dare to say such big words.

"Success, old man, draw one for us both."

"After the painting is finished, let these little guys be the judges. If they all say that the painting is good, I will give you [-] cents, and I will give you an extra pound of white sugar and brown sugar, how about it?"

The old man glued the bamboo pole to the sugar painting, scooped up the painted sugar painting with a shovel, and handed it to the impatient child waiting beside him.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Young man, two catties of sugar is very expensive, and I am a sugar painting seller without merit."

"Since you have made this request, then I will quote a one-buy price, five cents for the two of you, no more, no less, you have to agree and let's start!"

Hey, this old man has a strong character.

Jiang Weidong praised him, stood there with his arms folded and watched, "Success, that's it, you can start painting."

Just this conversation attracted the children who were playing elsewhere.

A good sugar painting booth is surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

There are not only children who are curious, but also a few aunts chatting against the wall, and old men who gather to play chess.

Everyone wanted to see what the last drawn person and cat looked like.

The sun is warm at the moment.

The old man used his hands full of signs of time to pick up the spoon and stir the syrup in the pot again.