Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

Thinking of his left leg, Li Xiaoyu was worried that it was bleeding again, "Don't move, let me take a look at your leg."

She took two steps back and half squatted. When Gu Fei said it was okay, her hand had already lifted up the man's coat and trouser leg.

See the fresh blood spilled on it.

Her head began to feel dizzy again.

She shook her head vigorously, supported her knees with her hands and slowly stood up. After calming down, she helped Gu Fei walk towards the room.

She lowered her voice and said to him, "The wound is a little torn. Go to the room and lie down first. I'll call Doctor Liu to come over and change the dressing."

Gu Fei did not refuse and cooperated very well: "Okay."

After he sat on the bed, Li Xiaoyu went out to pick up the backpack and put it away, restored the crossbeam of the ladder, and then cut a piece of wood half a finger thick to fit between the joints.

He knocked the block of wood in with the back of a knife, then carried the ladder out of the house.

She first returned the ladder to Grandma Zhao, and then went to Doctor Liu's house to ask him for help. This time Doctor Liu only charged three cents.

The next day, the morning was foggy.

Li Xiaoyu got up, washed her face and brushed her teeth, then went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of sweet potatoes. While eating the sweet potatoes, she felt that her stomach was quite strong as she didn't fart constantly.

She finished her bowl and seeing that Gu Fei was still asleep, she put his bowl on the table.

She had to go to the city to submit a manuscript today, so she took all the remaining copper coins with her and planned to buy some meat and flour to make buns and steamed buns, which she would carry to other villages to sell tomorrow.

I took the portrait out of the drawer and put it in the backpack. When I was about to leave, I saw a piece of paper lying flat on the bench.

There's something drawn on it.

She walked closer, picked it up and saw that it was a landscape painting.

She can draw, but she is not a naturally gifted person. For example, she can tell that the painting in front of her is well drawn.

If you ask her to point out the specific good points, she will only say that the structure is good, like Dashouzi's ability to appreciate paintings.

She didn't.

Besides her, there was only Gu Fei at home, so it went without saying that he was the one who painted it.

After looking at the painting carefully again, she tilted her head to look back at the room and decided to take the painting with her to the art shop to see if she could sell it for some money, even two copper coins would be fine.

Put the two paintings together in a backpack and press them down with something to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.

Before leaving, she said hello to Gu Fei: "Gu Fei, I'm leaving. Oh, I'm taking your painting with me. I'll go see if anyone wants to buy it."

Gu Fei woke up. After having a nightmare all night, he didn't want to talk.

Li Xiaoyu didn't expect him to reply, and she left home in the morning dew.

Today is the deadline for submitting paintings. Many scholars have come to the yamen, but Li Xiaoyu is the only woman squeezed in there.

Looking at the peasant woman carrying a basket on her back, some people automatically avoided her, while others turned their backs and laughed at her.

Some people even mocked him directly: "You are a woman, why are you joining in the fun among men? Go home and serve your parents-in-law."

As soon as this person said this, those watching nearby burst into laughter.

Li Xiaoyu looked at him indifferently and said in a classic dialect: "It's none of your business."

"You are a girl, so you are so rude. I want to take the exam to become a scholar in the future, so I advise you to speak more nicely."

The man raised his head proudly and pointed his nose at Li Xiaoyu.

The latter rolled his eyes and replied tactfully with four words: "It's none of my business."

No matter how people around her mocked her, she only said those eight words, leaving those she killed speechless.

With the words "The county magistrate is here", everyone stopped talking.

Following behind the county magistrate was the survivor of the murder, an old man in his sixties.

In order to catch the murderer as soon as possible, they did not waste time and asked everyone to stand in a square formation of eight people.

The county magistrate took the old man to look at the portraits one by one.

When they were lining up, someone wanted to push Li Xiaoyu to the back, but she was not one to suffer a loss, so she pushed the man out with her elbow.

Standing steadily in the first row, eighth position.

The little movements of the two people competing for position were too conspicuous, and the county magistrate and the legal advisor cast their eyes on her almost at the same time.

Seeing this, the woman was not nervous and smiled at them.

As a parent official, the county magistrate had never seen a woman as a painter before, so the master asked him, "Should we ask her to leave?"

The county magistrate stroked his half-white beard, shook his head and smiled amiably, "No need. Although I don't know how well she paints, she is a woman who dares to compete with so many men. Such courage is worth encouraging."

Begin to recognize the painting.

The old man looked at it and shook his head, "It doesn't look like it."

The master asked: "What's not similar?"

"I can't explain it. It just doesn't look like this."

Listening to their conversation, Li Xiaoyu stood up straight and glanced at the fat man next to her.

He was found glancing at his own portrait with a look of contempt.

She followed suit, looking at his portrait and sneered.

In this era, scholars are the treasure of the family. When have they ever been ridiculed, especially by women?

He glared at Li Xiaoyu and was about to humiliate her, but then the county magistrate and his men arrived.

The old man just took a look at the portrait the man unfolded and immediately shook his head. When he saw the sketch in Li Xiaoyu's hand, his eyes widened.

His hands were shaking with excitement, and he quickly said to the county magistrate: "That person... looks like this..."

Because I was too excited, I stuttered when I spoke.

Hearing the old man's words, Li Xiaoyu opened her mouth slightly and looked at the astonished county magistrate and others, her eyes also full of surprise.

What kind of criminal did Gu Fei see before?

Such an accurate description.

The lawyer took the painting from Li Xiaoyu's hand and asked the old man to take a closer look.

"It's him, it's him, go catch him quickly. The sooner you catch him, the sooner I can go home. The crops at home are waiting for me to go back and take care of them."

The old man has been living in the yamen these days and is protected by the people there.

The county magistrate and the lawyer invited Li Xiaoyu to the back alone, "Miss, I have a few questions I want you to answer truthfully."

The latter probably knows what to ask, but not how many specific questions they will ask. But no matter what, it is better for the people to answer honestly in front of the officials.

He nodded politely: "Master, please speak."

The county magistrate was observing the paintings made by Li Xiaoyu, while the lawyer stood beside him and asked the woman questions.

"The address you left that day was Wangou Village, but I remember that Wangou Village had no scholars or families whose ancestors had scholars. How could you paint?"

Every painter who came to the yamen to get paper had to register.

If the paper could not be drawn, the government officials would come to the registered address and collect the paper, with the main purpose of saving money.

The master's eyes were sharp, but Li Xiaoyu was not timid at all. She replied calmly: "Master, my family is all farmers, but I like painting."

"You elders with insight know that brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are not cheap. How can a girl like me have the opportunity to learn painting from you?"

Having said that, she smiled a little embarrassedly.

He said calmly, "I'm not afraid of you making fun of me. I just took some time out of my busy schedule to paint on the stones. I'll get the hang of it if I paint more."

While she was speaking, the county magistrate kept paying attention to her facial expressions, trying to see something from them.

Li Xiaoyu is confident, so how could he feel guilty?

She looked at the county magistrate and smiled, "You can tell at a glance that my painting style is different from others, simply because I use charcoal to paint."