People in Seven Heroes Town: Choose to seize Bai Zhantang at the beginning

Accept apprentices

Bai Zhantang patted Mo Xiaobei's shoulder lightly, then meaningfully left this place of right and wrong, and returned to the lobby.

"Sir, I think you should already know the purpose of this visit."

"I know, but I also have a certain principle in accepting apprentices. I have to check the talent of the child first? I definitely don't accept apprentices casually."

"Okay. Zhantang quickly called Xiaobei to me."

So Mo Xiaobei was driven to the shelves, and when she saw her husband, she instinctively dodged.

"Well, let me ask you first, if you can answer well, I will accept you."

"go ahead."

Mo Xiaobei buried her head while talking, and she was really thinking quickly about how to get through this time.

"The sky, why is it blue?"

"Whoever said that it is blue is obviously green, if you don't believe me, go and have a look!"

"Then according to what you said, the grass is blue instead."

"Of course, the grass is blue, the sky is green, the trees are red, and the flowers are black..."

Bai Zhantang was not surprised that Mo Xiaobei would be so rebellious, but Hu Yifei, who was watching the excitement upstairs, burst out laughing.

At this time, the shopkeeper was not in the mood to argue with Hu Yifei, but just pressed his hand to his forehead with a sad face.

"My God, what kind of eyes do you have?"

After hearing Xiaobei's answer, the husband didn't look surprised, but smiled twice.

"Little girl, first draw something casually on this piece of paper, draw whatever you want, and let me see your talent."

"Oh……"

Mo Xiaobei rolled her eyes around, quickly picked up the pen and drew casually on the paper.

"What is this you drew?"

The gentleman walked up to Xiaobei's side and took a closer look.

"Wang Ba."

"Nonsense, you are a tortoise, there are no patterns on the bastard's back, you give me the pen."

While talking, Mr. took the pen from the junior's hand, and then randomly sketched a few strokes on the original paper, and a bastard came to life, as if it was real.

"I'll add two more water marks for you, take a look."

Mu Xiaobei looked at the rice paper written by her husband, and was stunned for two seconds, then her eyes shifted to her husband in surprise.

"How is it? Can you start to learn how to draw with me now?"

"it is good……"

After painting for an afternoon, the husband sat beside Xiao Bei, looking at the things drawn by the girl, his heart, which was neither human nor ghost, felt like it was about to collapse.

"Ugh……"

Not having to learn those messy things, Mo Xiaobei felt a lot more relaxed, even drawing things is extraordinarily fast, the speed of a piece of paper in two seconds.

"Hey, who made you clay figurines?"

The gentleman walked up to the pile of clay figurines that Mo Xiaobei had piled up, looked carefully, and then turned to look at Xiaobei.

"I."

"Don't move. I've been pinching these all afternoon. If you break them, what can I do?"

As soon as Xiao Bei turned around, he saw that Mr. seemed to be very curious about those clay figurines, so he quickly stopped him.

"Is this Li Kui?"

But the husband seems to be interested, looking at those dolls, his eyes are full of liking.

"That's Zhang Fei."

"What about that one?"

"Yue Fei."

"This... you say so."

"Who taught you these things?"

Mo Xiaobei recovered, picked up the brush again, and drew lightly.

"I didn't learn from anyone. I made these by myself based on the paintings."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, I just hid these behind my sister-in-law's back. If my sister-in-law finds out, I should be punished again."

"Why should you be punished?"

"Because I'm playful."

There was no nagging from Tong Xiangyu all afternoon, and Mo Xiaobei spoke very easily.

"Kneading clay figurines counts as fun, but isn't painting a fun?"

The gentleman is straightforward, and he asked directly, making Mo Xiaobei wonder if the person next to him is his sister-in-law's accomplice. "What are you talking about, I didn't hear you clearly!"

"Come on, let's dig some soil in the yard."

The husband stood up excitedly, and then ran to the yard with Mo Xiaobei. "Play, play art."

At night, Tong Xiangyu came to check the teaching results, followed by Bai Zhantang.

When Tong Xiangyu saw that Mo Xiaobei's face was extremely dirty, his brows were already tightly knit together.

"Look at these turtles..."

The husband didn't seem to notice the displeasure on the shopkeeper's face, and enthusiastically introduced to her the results of the battle between the two of them in an afternoon today.

"It's a Ninja Turtle!"

Mo Xiaobei corrected the other party seriously, and then told her sister-in-law.

"The first one, it uses the Emei thorn."

"The one next to it uses a pair of knives."

"The one next to it is just..."

"shut up."

Tong Xiangyu couldn't bear it anymore, she turned to Mo Xiaobei with a dark face, and then turned her head to Mr. Dou with some confusion.

"Sir, I know you are a good gentleman, but I really don't understand your teaching method."

"Let me ask you a question, why do you want your baby to learn to draw?"

The husband seems to have expected Tong Xiangyu to have such an expression.

"In order for her not to lose at the starting line of life."

"Here is the starting line, where is the destination?"

Tong Xiangyu almost couldn't react to the soulful question of the husband.

"How do I know this? Just take a step and see."

"Since there is no destination, what's the point of setting a starting line?"

"Shopkeeper, I think what you say is right. It's okay to ask your baby to learn something, but first of all, you have to figure out why you want to learn it? If it's for interest and to cultivate her sentiment, then it's worth encouraging, but if it's for vanity, In order to compare with others, it is better not to learn."

Bai Zhantang stood behind the gentleman, and also faced the shopkeeper solemnly.

"But it's always all right to teach a child some art, isn't it?"

The deep-rooted concept made Tong Xiangyu unable to change for a while.

"My God, these clay figurines are not artistic enough."

"My God, can these clay figurines still be called art?"

Tong Xiangyu is not very good at losing his temper with her husband, but she has something to say to Bai Zhantang.

"You take a closer look, look at it with your heart, and feel it with your heart."

The gentleman became anxious when he spoke some words.

I have never seen such a stupid parent.

The gentleman's expression looked full of helplessness.

(End of this chapter)