The Little Lucky Girl

The system said: "No company produces this kind of farm tools anymore. After all, we have entered the era of intelligent machinery."

She rolled her eyes again and said, "Can this statue be sold?"

What do you think? The system doesn't want to pay attention to her.

Ming Youyou persisted, "Then it's okay for me to buy your information, right?"

“You can buy a printout, but you can’t take it out to read.”

"Why?" Ming Youyou asked puzzledly. What's the point of buying it if she can't take it out?

"Because it's obvious that the paper is not from your world," the system said in a businesslike manner, "The printed pictures are too real. They can't be drawn by people here, nor can they be printed by your crude woodblocks."

So the safest way is not to take it out.

Ming Youyou was not giving up. "It doesn't matter, actually. I'll tear up the picture and only leave the part with the plow. Then I'll rub it and stomp on the ground a few times, and then others won't be able to see it."

The system immediately brought up the notes that she hadn't finished copying, and turned on the brightest background light.

Ming Youyou immediately lowered her head and behaved herself.

She looked up at the sky and said helplessly, "It seems I can only draw it myself."

System: "Are you sure what you drew can still be a plow?"

How can I describe her paintings? They are quite unique.

In the words of the system, it is very abstract; in the words of the villagers, it is quite scary.

It was clearly a drawing of a cow. Even a little kid who had just learned to walk could draw a rough outline on the ground, but when she drew it, it was like a monster coming down the mountain.

But she still feels good about herself. "I used to paint with tree branches, but this time it's different with a brush."

Seeing that the system had no objection, she quickly ran home, found the copying gift pack, quickly ground the ink, took a deep breath, and started painting.

Then, she drew black on the paper.

Ming Youyou scratched his head awkwardly, and made a final effort to save face, "I'm not used to using this pen yet, I'll be fine after I practice more."

The system expressed sympathy, saying that talent was not something that was so easy to change.

Seeing that she was about to scratch another piece of paper, it called up the painting course of the research institute and said, "I suggest that the host should study it first."

The course was in lockdown again, but that was no longer a problem for her.

Ming Youyou immediately wrote the application as if she was familiar with it, and consciously wrote the reasons very fully, and then waited confidently for the unlocking to take place.

Soon she received a reply notification. She quickly opened it and her eyes widened. Her application was rejected...

The research institute learned that she had no basic knowledge and felt that for safety reasons, it was recommended that she first find a teacher in real life to teach her, and then take the synchronous courses after she got started. This way, when she has made progress in the future, she will be able to explain better.

So Ming Youyou ran to find Zheng Huan and the others, "Who among you can tell me how to draw?"

The three of them had nothing better to do than copying books, and now they had a chance to teach others, so they immediately rushed to say, "Let me do it."

I have learned some painting in school before. Isn't it easy to teach a child?

Seeing the three people arguing fiercely, Ming Youyou went to the kitchen to get eggs, put them on the table and said, "Paint these eggs first so I can see them. I will learn from whoever paints the best."

"Why draw eggs?" There are so many beautiful things, such as flowers, grass, and houses. Anything is better than eggs.

"Because no two eggs are alike, there is a particularly famous painter who started his practice from chicken eggs."

Really? Zheng Huan and the others were surprised. Don’t eggs all look the same? Also, who is this painter? If he is so famous, why haven’t they heard of him?

They were very curious, but did not dare to ask, mainly because they were afraid of embarrassment. They might have fallen asleep when the teacher was talking.

This egg looks simple, but when I actually started to draw it, I found that it is not easy to draw the circle well, especially when I was asked to show the differences of each egg.

Feng Xu was the one who shouted the loudest just now, so he was pushed to the front by the other two. "He draws the best, let him go first."

After the painting was finished and looked at, not to mention others, even Feng Xu himself felt that it was definitely not up to standard.

Ming Youyou ignored him and turned to look at Zheng Huan and Lu Tai. The two of them took a step back in fear.

Lu Tai rolled his eyes and said, "I remember my grandfather seemed to have said that among the younger generation, Han Wu Niangzi's paintings are the most spiritual. She is Madam Tao's sister. Since they are sisters, Madam Tao's painting skills should also be good."

There were many people who thought this way. Not only Lu Tai, but most people who knew the Han sisters also thought so. Therefore, during the annual garden parties and poetry gatherings in the capital, Mrs. Tao was always invited as a guest to judge which lady's painting was the best.

Mrs. Tao was still willing to be a judge, but there was no way she could paint in public.

Who says that if the younger sister draws well, the older sister must also be good?

In fact, she was quite good at painting when she was a child, but with her younger sister's excellent example, it was difficult for her paintings to be appreciated.

Which child would like to be always used as a background?

Over time, she gradually lost interest and even felt a little disgusted with painting.

Now that she had left the capital, she no longer had to flatter those ladies. She simply let herself go and put away everything related to painting.

When she arrived in Yuqing County, she was determined not to take part in any talent show or spring appreciation party. After all, her husband was the boss here and no one dared to pick a fight with her.

So when Ming Youyou came over to ask for advice on painting, Mrs. Tao had a complicated expression. She pushed and resisted, but why couldn't she escape?

After finally getting through the morning and sending the children away, Mrs. Tao sat alone in front of the window and began to pick up the manuscript papers they had just practiced on and arranged them one by one.

Since she didn't learn any skills today, she asked Ming Youyou to draw something just like she did back then.

As a result, the child chose Magistrate Tao who was sitting nearby drinking tea, and the way he drew him was really scary.

Magistrate Tao was forced to sit on the chair for a long time. He just went out for a walk and when he came back he saw his wife staring at the manuscript paper in a daze.

He understood his wife's thoughts and said with concern: "If you don't want to teach, don't force me. I will find a better female teacher later."

Mrs. Tao shook her head, "It's not because of the painting, it's because I thought of Wu Niang and I felt sad."

Magistrate Tao was silent for a moment, then he held his wife's hand and said, "There have been a lot of things going on at home recently, and you have been toiling all day, and you are exhausted. How about asking Fifth Lady to come and accompany you?"

Without the constraints of rules, Mrs. Tao has been eating and sleeping well recently, and her face is getting more and more radiant:...

She glared at her husband and said, "You should find a more reliable reason." Then she asked expectantly, "Are you serious?"

Seeing that Magistrate Tao didn't look like he was joking, Mrs. Tao's heart was burning with anger, "Wu Niang can really come? Will the Wang family release her?"