My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

The eldest daughter-in-law recognized that the thing her mother-in-law brought out was good, and immediately smiled.

Although she always said that she blamed her mother-in-law for being too eccentric, but if the person who was eccentric was herself, then she wished she could be more eccentric.

"Mom, this thing... I thank you in advance."

The eldest daughter-in-law took her things back to her room, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that what she had done was wrong.

If it is said that Ming Ming can really take the No. [-] examination in the future, then she will be the aunt of the No. [-] scholar. Even if she just listens to it, she will feel honored.

The second daughter-in-law on the other side, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, especially when she realized that her sister-in-law was no longer standing with her recently, she hated them even more.

Xianyu himself has been messing with the problem of using plants as dyes all day long, and after trying several times, he finally found the color he wanted.

It just so happened that the original owner's father would often do some carpentry when he was slack in the fields, but they were all ordinary boxes, not worth any money, and they were all considered to be able to earn some money.

Xianyu took back the dye he had made, and when his father was making the box, he used Ming Ming's pen from when he was studying, dipped some paint, and painted on the wooden box.

The bright red peonies and the stretched red petals felt very festive and beautiful just by looking at them. After he finished painting, he rubbed his somewhat sore wrists, only then did he realize that his father seemed to be looking this way all the time.

"Father, what's wrong?"

In fact, the old man noticed Xianyu's movements from the very beginning, and when he was about to hit him hard with the wood he had just made, he saw what he had drawn.

Stand next to him patiently, and only react when he comes back to his senses after finishing the painting.

"Who taught you this?"

"No one, I just fiddled with it before, thinking that this thing is not bad."

The old man also knew that his son was hurt badly by his wife, and all his cleverness was useless in the right way. He often had a headache because of this incident.

But now staring at the picture he had drawn, he decided to keep quiet for the time being, pretending that he didn't find anything.

The next day, when the old man wanted to sell the wooden box he had packed, when he walked to the market just now, a man came over to ask the price, and he could tell from his clothes that he was very rich.

After asking, the old man found out that this man was planning to buy some dowry for her girl. Seeing that the peonies on the box were so lifelike, the flowers bloomed with a good meaning of wealth and wealth.

"What's the price?"

"Look, what price are you willing to give?"

When the final deal was made, the old man was shaking his hands when he received the money, he put the money into his clothes, and hurried home with the unsold boxes.

The old lady, who was making food for her little grandson, came out after hearing the movement outside, and stared at the box brought back by the old man, sighing helplessly.

"It didn't sell again? Forget it, don't bother thinking about it in the future. I have already said that no one wants this thing. Instead of thinking about doing these things, it's better to take a good rest."

The old man is not very good at punching wooden boxes, so he can barely do it well. People around his village can do this kind of thing.

That is to say, occasionally I can meet those who have a lot of money at home and are too lazy to do it, so I buy it from him.

Before today, his business has not been good, basically every day his old woman scolded him for wasting his time.

But he is too busy to be free, even if he can only earn a little money, he still thinks it is a good deal.

Anyway, this tree grows on the mountain. According to the regulations of their dynasty, all the people can chop it down.

The old man endured his excitement, led the old woman into the house together, and took out the money he had just earned.

When the old lady saw so much money, she froze in place immediately, and asked with wide eyes, "You old man, what did you do?"

The old man wanted to pull her to sit down and talk slowly together, but the old lady couldn't sit still at all now, her eyes widened, and she was afraid that this old man in her family had done something that she couldn't do.

Forced into desperation, the old man could only stand like this and explain the cause and effect of the matter clearly to his old woman.

"What? How can you sell so much silver for just one box?"

The old man smiled and nodded. He didn't want to believe it before, but now the money is in his palm.

"Are you trying to fool me?"

When the old lady heard this, she still couldn't believe it in her heart. How could such a broken box be sold for so much money?

With so much silver, it would be better to buy two gold ornaments.

"What did I fool you about? Besides this, is it possible that I can think of other ways to turn money into money?"

The old man is usually taciturn. Except in front of his old wife, he doesn't talk much in front of others.

Today, however, because I was too excited, I rarely became talkative.

They worked hard for a whole year before, and after deducting taxes, the harvest was only worth twenty such boxes.

"I don't believe it, wait until tomorrow you take me there, let me see how much money that thing can sell for."

The old lady also knew in her heart that the old man in her family didn't dare to fool her character like that.

But now the amount of money in front of her is really too much, so much that it makes her a little uneasy, and she doesn't want to believe it unless she sees it with her own eyes.

"However, the third child only made that one box before, and it happened to be sold by me today."

The old lady thought of the third child who had been driven by her to herd the sheep, and slapped her knee suddenly, opened the door and went out, trying to call him back.

If such a skill really existed, then she wouldn't have to worry about the third child anymore.

Xianyu sat alone on the ridge of the field, staring at the wild chrysanthemums blooming not far away.

He has already started to think unrealistically, what kind of posture he will continue to lie in after raising the cubs in this world.

Although the world is already open to many things, but in the hearts of the old couple, they still remember to continue the incense.

The original owner was not transferred to the village without a family willing to marry their daughter to him, and the old lady could help him marry a daughter-in-law in that way.

Not to mention, a promising cub like Mingming.

In those previous worlds, Xianyu really thought that after his child left, it would be nice if he could have a confidant who would accompany him, so that he would not be alone after he left.

But after being reminded by the system, he knew that his cub was just an immature tiger cub, so he changed his mind.

If the underage little tiger wants to come here to join in the fun, at least he has to wait until he is a full-fledged adult.

No matter what happens in the small world, in the heart of Xianyu, a father, he is always the same little kitten as before.

Before he could figure out the reason for this matter, he could see a familiar person running towards him from a distance.

According to Xianyu's speculation, the old man should have sold the box he drew before, and the old lady's reaction was also within his expectation.

"Mom, what are you doing here when it's so hot at noon?"

The old lady didn't bother to explain to him now, and drove the sheep back with him.

When he got home, he closed the door, and the old man had already placed a ready box in the middle of the yard.

It's not that the old lady didn't think about it before, and she will be able to do it in the future. What if their family can't get the money when it's time to go to the capital to rush for the exam.

After all, looking at the character of the second daughter-in-law who ate two eggs for the other grandchildren, she had to worry about it for a long time.

As long as she dares to take out this money, her second daughter-in-law will absolutely turn the world upside down.

Now if his youngest son is really capable of earning money, then the second daughter-in-law has nothing to say.

Don't worry about whether the child's talent will be wasted in vain if he can't get the money in the future.

Under the watchful eyes of the old lady and the old man, Xianyu picked up the brush.

Then I found the paint that was not used up last time from my own room, and picked up the pen to paint on the wooden box.

He is quite lazy and unwilling to learn too many things.

The reason why he can barely be called a master in painting is all because he bumped into a colleague in a certain world before.

In that world, what Xianyu hugged happened to be that colleague's thigh, and his identity was that colleague's son.

An old lady who was very strict back then was still a bit rigid in her thinking, and would use a ruler at every turn, and no matter who stopped her, she would be beaten up if she didn't do a good job.

If it wasn't for the fact that his colleague took the initiative to confess to him after that mission was over.

Xianyu even thought that it belonged to the pedantic old man in that world, after all, seeing that the beating posture was real, it was too fierce.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is that except in that world, I have never worked so hard from the beginning to the end.

When that smelly old man was finally too old to lie on the hospital bed, he didn't forget to hit himself with a stick for the last time, so that he wouldn't be lazy just because he left.

Under his strict supervision, no matter how lazy Xianyu's character was, he eventually became a well-known painter, and Xianyu's name has been left in the history books of later generations.

He was also curious to see a painting of his begonia at the later generations auction, which was sold for nearly 3000 million.

The old lady had always been impatient with these things, and she was also anxious. Seeing Xianyu holding the pen slowly, she hurriedly urged: "You will have to pick up Mingming after a while."

"Mom, what do you want to see me draw?"

The old lady was stunned when she heard this sentence, she never thought that she could choose this thing.

"You said it sold a lot of money before, so let's redraw one now."

In the eyes of the old lady, maybe that is the only thing that is valuable. Now that she heard what her son said, she almost didn't want to let him paint what he drew last time.

After all, when I don't know why that thing is so valuable, it is the most reliable to draw exactly the same as before.

"Mother, after I draw this today, you can cook an egg for my son tonight, and reward me well."

When the old lady heard these words, she was a little impatient, and gently pushed her son's shoulder.

Even if she doesn't paint this painting in leisure now, she still wants to cook egg custard for her little grandson at night.

She often heard other people mention that it takes a lot of brains to read books.

When the old lady did these things at the beginning, she basically didn't avoid her daughters-in-law.

He even took the initiative to explain clearly to them, so that no one would misunderstand that his housekeeper was unfair.

But later, the daughter-in-law of the second child's family always liked to worry too much about many insignificant things, and as time passed, the old lady began to secretly feed these little grandchildren.

The old lady thought that although she wanted to love Mingming of her younger son's family more, she had never been partial to those things.

The second daughter-in-law was arguing with the elders, saying that his family had two more children than her own. According to this distribution, her children should eat three at a time.

Thinking of these things, the old lady's joy in knowing that her son seemed to be capable was diluted a lot, and she frowned and forced herself to put those thoughts aside, staring at her third child.

Xianyu clenched the brush in his hand, and drew another picture of peonies on the wooden box.

He himself doesn't like to paint exactly the same works. The petals of the peony he painted before are all stretched out, but the peony he painted this time is just about to bloom.

The old lady is just an old farm lady who has never been educated or can read, so I can't see what is good about this thing.

In her eyes, no matter how beautiful the painting is, it is just a wooden box that can hold things.

But when I looked at it at a glance, I really felt that the painting on the box was pleasing to the eye.

"When the old man goes to the market tomorrow, I will go with you."

After saying this, the old lady took the box to the old couple's house by herself.

Turning around, I took out a few eggs from the chicken coop, and planned to stew an egg custard for every child tonight.

If it was placed before, the old lady would definitely want to save these eggs for money.

Although the little grandson is still young and the future is full of many uncertainties, it is too early to say that it is too early to go to Beijing for the exam, but she is used to preparing in advance.

But the money that her old man brought back today made the old lady very generous.

I was in a good mood while stewing egg custard, and even put some sesame oil on it, which smelled very fragrant.

After the egg custard was stewed, the old lady kept raising her head and looking out of the yard, thinking about her little grandson, when will she come back?

The waiters behind were a little anxious, so they just moved a stool and sat in the yard, staring at the sunset in the sky, with a faint smile on the corner of their lips.

When Xianyu walked in, he happened to see the afterglow of the setting sun falling on the side of the old lady's face, and inexplicably felt that the old lady must have been a beauty when she was young.

"Grandma~"

When Mingming saw grandma, he let go of his father's hand and ran over with short legs, but when he was about to run in front of grandma, he fell hard.

Then he obediently got up again, wiped away his tears, threw himself into grandma's arms, and said aggrievedly, "Grandma grandma."