After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

"I don't want to talk nonsense, please be civilized. Read a few more books when you have time, and don't be embarrassed when you see something."

Ye Zhizhi calmly boasted about his sketch, and the little soldier snatched the painting over and started looking at it, looking left and right:

"I'm convinced! Really! This painting looks so similar."

Zhou Shuhe put away his pen at the right time. He didn't raise his head. He just listened to the little soldier's praise and squeezed his hand bones. He tried not to be too proud and said, "It's okay. I only used [-]% of my skills. However, Does my painting really look like that?"

"I'm begging you to wake up, and don't keep putting yourself on the line! Don't you know what you're drawing?"

The little soldier slapped Ye Zhizhi's charcoal drawing in front of Zhou Shuhe, "Look, what is a famous painting, what is vivid and expressive! What is... I'm confused!"

A soldier who lacks words would spend his whole life praising leaves and branches.

Zhou Shuhe picked up the tea cup and wondered how similar Ye Zhizhi's paintings could be. He thought he was the most talented person in Dayong, could there be anyone who could paint better than him?

"You men, you just have long hair and short knowledge." Halfway through the accusation, he lowered his head and was about to look at Ye Zhizhi's paintings, when a mouthful of tea spurted out, "Pfft——"

"What is this?!"

Looking over, the whole person was stunned.

"This person...how does the painting look so real!"

What does it mean to be lifelike, what does it mean to be lifelike? I thought he had been practicing painting for decades, but his painting was not as good as Ye Zhizhi, a female figure!

"Be careful!" Ye Zhizhi snatched the painting back, wiped the water droplets on his head with disgust and said, "Squirt it again! It's up to you whether it's dirty or not!"

"No, I'm just a little surprised that this charcoal pencil can actually draw such a portrait!"

Zhou Shuhe stretched out his hand, ready to take a closer look, but Ye Zhizhi didn't want to give it.

He simply pushed hard and said, "Bring it to you!"

To say that his own grasp of ink paintings of flowers, birds, fish and insects is not bad, but the people he draws are just simple lines after all, which is still very different from real people. It is useful for handling cases, but not much.

But with Ye Zhizhi's painting, if you compare it, you can definitely find the suspect!

When he looked up at Ye Zhizhi again, his attitude changed drastically.

"Which famous master taught you this charcoal drawing?"

Ye Zhizhi casually said, "Nicholas Zhao Si."

"Will you die if you don't poop?" Zhou Shuhe frowned, "Is there such a weird name in this world?"

Ye Zhizhi: "..."

I don't need to mention this.

Fortunately, Zhou Shuhe didn't go into detail about the name of the master. After all, the world is full of wonders, such as the three young masters of the Fuguo family, who had extremely weird tempers after losing their younger sisters.

Ye Zhizhi didn't know that Zhou Shuhe had already made up an excuse for her, so he squeezed his sore wrist and sat on the chair.

Speaking of which, she has not painted for many years. She first came into contact with sketching when she was adopted by her adoptive parents and learned it from her teacher in a primary school painting class.

The teacher who taught her painting said that she was very talented and hoped that her adoptive parents would pay for her to take tutoring classes privately. She would definitely be able to shine through taking the art exam in the future.

However, when the adoptive parents heard this, they had a big quarrel with the art teacher that day, saying that she was not doing her job properly in school and that her life as a maid was ruined, and she even tried to cultivate other people's princess-like hobbies.

The art teacher felt it was a pity and taught Ye Zhizhi several times in private. However, for a little girl who didn't know where she would be in the future, painting that required a lot of money was too luxurious, so she refused to continue learning.

Unexpectedly, the skills I learned back then could actually come in handy today.

Taking a deep breath, he asked Zhou Shuhe, who was still admiring the painting, "How about this painting? Can it help you?"

"That will definitely help!" Zhou Shuhe and the little soldier nodded sharply.

However, there are four gates in Yuanbao Town. Zhou Shuhe said, "You have to at least help me draw three more charcoal drawings."

"That's fine!"

Ye Zhizhi thought that he was pretty fast at drawing, and since the man had already drawn it, he was not that tired if he continued to draw, so he immediately drew three more pictures.

Zhou Shuhe put the painting away, "With this, the suspect will definitely be caught as soon as possible, and then the battle will be easier for General Zhenguo to fight."

As he said this, he was about to take Ye Zhizhi to see the county magistrate, but Ye Zhizhi refused, "I don't want to get involved in your affairs on the battlefield. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't want people other than you to know that I painted this painting. I still have five children to raise at home.”

"It's because I didn't think well. But don't worry, each profession has its own rules. We never disclose the painter's personal situation to the outside world. Since you don't want to see the county magistrate and think there are too many people, I won't meet the county magistrate. Talk more in front of me.”

The little soldier also promised, "When I leave this door, I will lose my memory."

Ye Zhizhi nodded with satisfaction.

Zhou Shuhe said, "But what do you want me to do for you?"

"Are you a scholar?"

"A young student with no talent, he won the top prize at the age of 15."

"Then you can help me introduce the dean of Wenchuan Academy. I want to send my sons to study."

"I'm afraid a few won't work." Zhou Shuhe actually had a recommendation document in his hand. "I can only recommend one person at most. Please think about it."

"Then there's no difference between you, the number one scholar, and a talented scholar!"

Ye Zhizhi took the documents and asked Zhou Shuhe to pick up a few children from the countryside to the town, and then went downstairs.

I thought that Erzhu and Sanzhu had already eaten, but they didn't expect that the two children were still sitting on the chairs drinking tea.

"Where's the meal?"

Erzhu immediately grabbed the stepmother who was begging for food, "Mom, it's me who doesn't want food. Sanzhu and I will be full after drinking some water..."

They only earn 1.5 cents from selling a roujiamo, but here a piece of fried rice costs [-] cents. They have to sell at least seven roujiamo to get a bowl of fried rice.

Sanzhu nodded firmly, "Yes, mother, let's just go home and eat wild vegetable porridge. Fourth brother must have prepared the wild vegetable porridge..."

"Eat what I ordered for you!" Ye Zhizhi looked at the two fools who were calculating so carefully, and sighed, "While we are eating, we are waiting for your elder brother. When the people arrive, let's go to Wenchuan Academy to register!"

Er Zhu's eyes lit up. His biggest wish in this life was for his eldest brother to go to the academy to study in an upright manner, so he sat down obediently.

The waiter at the inn quickly brought over three bowls of fragrant fried rice. The moment the aroma of white rice and eggs wafted through the air, Sanzhu's saliva fell on the table. He blushed and hurriedly took advantage of everyone not noticing. Use your sleeve to wipe the table clean.

Ye Zhizhi picked up the spoon and said, "Eat, eat everything."

Erzhu and Sanzhu felt sorry for money in their hearts, but they acted like a fool, even licking their plates clean.