Farming and reading lady

What we brought back to Xiaoyuewan were new and interesting things from the capital, and what we brought to the capital were the specialties of Xiaoyuewan Village. There were several large carts full of new sweet potato products. The shops in the capital were fully prepared, and they only lacked the east wind.

The road was very peaceful. The carriage they were riding in was not the simple version of an ordinary family's carriage, but a special one, especially the carriage of Prince Mingxiao, which had excellent stability and the impact of uneven roads was almost negligible. Gu Xixian fell in love with it after experiencing it for a while. Anyway, she was still young and had not yet reached the point of avoiding suspicion. So the next day during the break, she went over and praised her brother Yu in various ways.

Prince Mingxiao had no choice but to ask, "Sister Xian, just say what you want to say. Don't be shy. It's hard to guess what I want to say."

Gu Xixian blinked his bright eyes, rubbed his nose and said, "Then, Brother Yu, can you lend me your carriage?"

"Just get in and sit. The carriage is very big." It was no problem for his carriage to have one more person sitting in it.

"No, I want to borrow it." Gu Xixian blinked his big eyes: "Borrow it, do you understand?"

Prince Mingxiao tilted his head. Could it be that he wanted to occupy his car? Then where should he sit?

"What do you want to do?" The little girl must be doing something, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a request. He was a little curious.

"I want to paint. There's nothing to do along the way anyway, so I want to paint all the interesting things that happened to us in the village." Brother Yu's carriage is big and has everything he needs. She can unfold it however she wants.

"Then come on, I can give you a hand." His father had mentioned to him that this little girl's painting skills were unique, and it was rare for someone to receive praise from his father, so he wanted to see it for himself.

"But Sister Jing and Sister Zhenzhu also want to come." Gu Xixian actually knew that his request was too much.

"I understand." The little girl was still young, but Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu were not young. It was indeed inappropriate for them to be in the same place with a man like him. "I'll go and bother the Minister of Agriculture."

"Thank you, Brother Yu!" She didn't know what else to say, just thank you.

"You're welcome!" Young Prince Mingxiao watched the little girl jump out of the car and looked in the direction she was running. Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu were lifting the car curtain and looking over here. When they saw him looking at them, they nodded embarrassedly.

"Haha, it turns out that a few of them had already plotted to take my carriage." He jumped off the carriage with a smile.

"Young Master!" The guard on the carriage saluted him. He had also heard the conversation in the carriage just now. Since his young master had agreed, what other opinions could he have? With so many people around, he was not afraid that something might happen if the young master changed his carriage.

Prince Mingxiao waved his hand and ordered, "Just take care of the young ladies. Don't worry about me."

Then he walked leisurely towards the Minister of Agriculture's carriage.

"Why did you think of coming to accompany me, an old man?" Da Si Nong was still very curious. This man was not the kind of person who liked to join in the fun. He was just as cool and arrogant as his father.

"The journey is boring, so I came to your place to have a cup of tea." Having said this, he got on the carriage and sat down next to him.

The Grand Minister of Agriculture glanced at his carriage suspiciously and said, "I know your carriage. Could it be missing a cup of tea?"

Before he could answer, he saw three little girls running over happily and jumping into the large and comfortable carriage.

He understood immediately: "This is the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest and being driven out. This must be the idea of ​​that little girl. I told you a long time ago that the little girl is very cunning and likes to take advantage of the situation. See, you are too good to her."

"Old man, I think you are jealous that Uncle Tong has such a good apprentice because you can't eat the grapes. " This is an affirmative sentence. Look at the old man's envious and jealous eyes, and the sour taste in his tone. It is obvious that he has the mentality of wanting but not being able to get.

The Grand Minister of Agriculture blew his beard and glared: "Who is jealous of that boy? Who is jealous of that boy? Who would care about such a heartless, sharp-tongued and deceitful little girl?"

Young Prince Mingxiao laughed in his heart, who else, isn’t it you?

But he said: "You are right, it's nothing rare."

The Grand Minister of Agriculture glared at him: "You tactless brat, do you know how to chat? You are killing the conversation like this, don't you know that? You should talk more about the little girl's advantages to refute me, so that I can dislike her more, so that I can feel better."

Prince Mingxiao said innocently: I am not the worm in your stomach, so I don’t know.

The old man and the child just stared at each other, and the atmosphere was strangely awkward.

On the other side, the three sisters gathered together. Gu Xixian opened a pile of painting tools that she had brought from the carriage where she and Mrs. Tong were sitting together. Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu helped her place them one by one on the table in the carriage. Gu Xixian began to compose the picture. The other two knelt quietly on the left and right. The painting on the paper became fuller with the tender hands. There were many friends, but each of them seemed to live on the picture, vivid and lifelike. Some were full of joy when they picked fruits, some wrinkled their faces when they ate sour fruits, some chased and played with each other, and even the wind seemed to have a shape... The last step was to fill in the colors. In this era, pigments were used, which was more to her liking. Various colors were mixed out and then drawn into the painting one by one. This painting was the scene of them eating black rice that day. Those purple and black mouths were frightening and surprising.

"Xiao Xianzi, I didn't expect your painting skills are so good. No, no, you have to draw a few pictures for me separately. I want to take them home to show my mother and let her know how happy I am in Xiaoyuewan Village." Ming Zhenzhu shouted.

Fu Yujing seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Xian'er, did you draw the painting "Harmony of Strings"?"

"Ah, yes." Gu Xixian did not hide it. Anyway, they would know about this sooner or later.

"No wonder, my dad came home the other day and said that he saw a painting in which the back figure looked very much like me." Her dad talked more about the painting skills of the Xianqing hermit, how excellent it was, and said that without a certain amount of experience and understanding of life, it would be impossible to paint that kind of artistic conception. If her dad knew that the Xianqing hermit he praised was a little kid, I wonder how he would feel.

Ming Zhenzhu was surprised when she heard this: "What? You are the Xianqing Lay Buddhist? Isn't it said that Xianqing Lay Buddhist is an old man?"

Gu Xixian: Uh...please forgive her for not knowing.