Seven Zero: The vicious female supporting role pampered four little villains

Jiang Li put on her coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and she went out with her tightly packed drawing board.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. As soon as Jiang Li walked out, he felt a layer of water mist on the ground, and even his vision was a bit hazy.

They walked in the rain for half an hour, Wang Cuihua pushed open the gate of her yard, and Jiang Li followed.

After they entered the house, they took coir raincoats and bamboo hats. Jiang Li was wearing thin clothes, and his whole body was frozen from walking.

Wang Cuihua hurriedly went to the house to bring a basin of hot water: "Jiang Li, hurry up and burn your hands to warm them up."

"Thank you, Miss Wang."

Jiang Li put her hands into the enamel basin filled with hot water and red flowers on a white background, the warmth from her hands spread to her whole body, and she soon stopped feeling cold.

"Sister Wang, go and change your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Only then did Wang Cuihua realize that she was completely soaked, so she hurried back to the house and changed her clothes. When she came out, she still had a towel wrapped around her head.

She took a towel and stood beside Jiang Li, and as soon as Jiang Li took his hand out of the water, she took the initiative to pass the towel over.

"Thank you, Sister Wang." Jiang Li quickly wiped his hands clean.

Wang Cuihua led her into the house, and the man lying on the bed was dying.

He was sluggish and haggard, and he couldn't open his tired eyes when he saw them coming in. He just opened his mouth slightly, and there was a whining sound from his mouth.

Wang Cuihua quickly put her ear to it, and kept urging: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? I'm here, I'm listening."

The man still made an indistinct humming sound, and Wang Cuihua was so anxious that tears were about to flow out, but she couldn't hear clearly.

Jiang Li opened the drawing board and took out the paintbrush, she was ready.

While the couple was communicating, Jiang Li stared at the man carefully, carefully observing his facial features and contours.

Jiang Li looked very carefully, and soon he knew what he knew.

The two communicated for a while but there was no result. Seeing that the man was getting worse and worse, Wang Cuihua finally realized that there was another person in the room. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to look at Jiang Li: "Just draw him. Just be healthy and have a smile on your face."

"Okay, does Miss Wang have any other requests?"

Wang Cuihua shook her head, thinking that as long as Jiang Li could do these two things, he would be very good.

Wang Cuihua sat quietly at the end of the bed to accompany her husband on the last journey, and Jiang Li began to bow his head and take the portrait seriously.

The man's condition is getting worse and worse, and Jiang Li's writing speed is getting faster and faster.

At the same time, several sneaky figures also sneaked into Jiangjia Village in the rain.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater splashed on the ground, washing the muddy ground even more muddy, and the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker.

It rained so hard today that the villagers couldn't work, so they all stayed at home to rest.

In the past, there was no one on the bustling mountain village road. Except for the sound of rainwater beating the ground, the whole world was silent.

The man named Er Tiao wiped the water from his face, not only his clothes were soaked, but even his underwear was soaked.

"Damn, running out in such a heavy rain is really bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

"My shoes were soaked and my body was as cold as ice."

Santiao fought a cold war, feeling that his frozen actions were a bit unfavorable.

"It's so cold that I really want to go back to sleep."

Si Tiao was shaking non-stop in the cold. If the money from the master hadn't been in place this time, he wouldn't have gone out in the rainstorm even if he was killed.

"If you don't come out now, when do you want to come out? Do you want to come out when the sun comes out? So many villagers see that you can do things well?"

The man named Yaoji was the boss of their small team, and pushed them back with a straight voice.

As soon as the boss opened his mouth, everyone stopped complaining and dared not say a word.

Yaoji glanced at them sideways and saw that they were honest, so he took them to Jiang Li's house.

"Two points and three points. After a while, you rush in and immediately drag people down. Don't let them have a chance to resist. Four points, you have to move quickly, and the two children can grab one at will."

Yaoji gave orders to the three brothers under him, and they complained that they were still very united when it came to making money.

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

The eyes of the three people became sharp after receiving the task, as if they were not the ones who kept complaining before.

Based on the information they got, they moved forward quickly after entering the village, and finally stopped when they found Jiang Li's house accurately.

"Is it here?"

"Although there are more than one earthen house in the northeast, this one must be the most dilapidated and the smallest one. It should be unmistakable."

The four of them stopped at the door of a dilapidated earthen house. They stood at the door for a long time, discussed quietly for a long time, and determined that this was where they would start their work.

"Two, three, four, the three of you climbed in from the yard."

The so-called yard is nothing more than a fence more than one meter high, with a gate added in the middle.

This door is usually closed at will, and can be opened both inside and outside. Some people will tie it with a chain to prevent children from running out by themselves.

The lock on the door of Jiang Li's house, they can only climb in.

Three drenched men help each other push each other inside.

They stood under the eaves in a state of embarrassment. Although they were shivering from the cold, their expressions were a bit grim.

"Tut tuk, tuk tuk..."

Seeing that his companions were getting ready, Yaoji knocked rhythmically on the fence door outside.

"Who?"

……

Jiang Li put down the pen, Wang Cuihua stood up excitedly and asked, "Is the painting finished so soon?"

"It's painted."

Wang Cuihua ran up to Jiang Li, looked at her lifelike husband on the drawing paper, tears fell from her eyes.

The portrait drawn by Jiang Li is exactly the same as when her husband was not sick.

If only my husband's body had always been this good, his smile so bright, and his health so good.

"The painting is good, the painting is good! Before I heard the villagers say that your portrait is amazing, I still didn't believe it, but now I saw your portrait with my own eyes, so I believed their words."

After Wang Cuihua finished speaking, she seemed to have remembered something, and quickly took out two yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Li's palm.

"Here is the two dollars promised to you, and you have received it."

"Thank you, Miss Wang."

After Jiang Li finished what she should do, she put the money in her pocket and put it in the space by the way.

"Sister Wang, take care, I still have a child at home and will stay here soon."

Wang Cuihua nodded and continued to stay by her husband's side. She held his cold hand tightly and decided to accompany her husband for the last journey.

Jiang Li wrapped up his drawing board, put on his bamboo hat and coir raincoat and went out in the rain.

Jiang Li was worried about his younger brother, and his mood became gloomy.

She didn't dare to stay too long, and hurried home with her head down along the way she came.