Xuan Miaoer took the pen, and did not lose her momentum, and signed the three big characters of Xuan Miaoer in cursive.

This name made the drunken boy impressed: "Well written." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, then we'll see you in three days?"

"Okay, I'll send someone to the government to register one of these contracts, and it will only take effect after three days to exchange it for the official red letter. The drunken boy handed one of the contracts to Xuan Miao'er.

Xuan Miaoer understands this rule, she really didn't know that she needed to take one to the government for preservation, it seems that this drunken boy is indeed a person worthy of trust, but his temper is really acceptable.

"Okay, will you still be like this after three days?" Xuan Miao'er had to ask herself.

"Three days later, this is still the time, this place. ”

"Okay, then Miao'er will say goodbye first, goodbye son. "Xuan Miao'er is blessed again.

"Farewell. The drunken boy stood up politely and sent him to the door.

Xuan Miao'er went out of the door and felt that the air outside was so good, so she ran happily and ran to the market.

The drunken boy walked to the window with his back hand, watching Xuan Miao'er's figure disappear, and the corners of his mouth in the mask couldn't help but turn up.

As soon as Xuan Miao'er arrived at the market, she saw Xuan Wenjiang looking forward to it, and she hurriedly shouted: "Second uncle, I'm back." ”

"But it's back, how about it? People didn't embarrass you, right?" Xuan Wenjiang watched Xuan Miao'er come back completely, and the stone in his heart finally landed.

Xuan Miaoer pulled Xuan Wenjiang down to the side of the road, and whispered the story: "It seems that there is still Bole who knows thousands of horses." ”

"Who is Bole?" Xuan Wenjiang was confused by this inexplicable name, he could understand it before, but why did he suddenly have a Bole?

Xuan Miaoer knows that there should be no such allusion in the history of this country: "I just read an allusion in a book, anyway, our family is going to live a good life this time, and the contract is inconvenient to read here, so let the second uncle read it when I go home." ”

"Such an important thing, don't take it out again, don't part with me for a while, let's go and call your brother to go home quickly." "This is a big deal in Xuan Wenjiang's heart, a super big deal.

Xuan Miaoer is not in the mood to go back to sell New Year's paintings. Thinking about going home and drawing a sketch quickly, the first draft in three days must satisfy the drunken son.

When they arrived at the bazaar, the three of them quickly packed their things. I went to the pen and ink studio to buy some good flower paper and colored ink, and hurried home.

When she arrived at home, Xuan Miaoer felt at ease, no matter how poor and simple the house was, now Xuan Miaoer had a deep affection for it. There are also parents and siblings, all of whom make her feel real.

Entering the house, Xuan Anrui hurriedly closed the door and let Xuan Anhao go out to let the wind out, the family entered the north house, Xuan Miaoer took out the contract signed with the drunken son and put it on the table: "Daddy, I will work with the drunken son to print New Year's paintings, and it won't take a few days to pick up the eldest sister back." ”

Xuan Wentao was startled and didn't even look at the contract. He asked again: "Miao'er, what did you say? How can you know a thousand drunken boys?"

Xuan Wenjiang told the drunken son about finding Xuan Miao'er: "Big brother, don't worry, people really like Miao'er's craftsmanship." ”

"You guys, why did you go out and make such a big deal? Didn't you say that you partnered with a playboy a few days ago? Why did it change again?" Liu felt that his head was even more upset.

Xuan Miao'er pulled Liu's family: "Mother, the playboy doesn't like to do business, so we can't cooperate, but the drunken boy is more suitable for partnership than Hua Jiye, don't worry." ”

Xuan Wentao was originally very happy, but after a while, he sighed again: "Hey." This family depends on Miao'er, and when we are idle for a while, we feel empty in our hearts. ”

"Dad, I'll talk to the drunken boy. Our family's New Year's pictures with raw edge paper can continue to be painted, so that they can also hide people's eyes, our family is doing well, and others don't know our details. "Xuan Miao'er has already thought about this.

"It's still Miao'er's thoughtfulness, and the wealth is not exposed, so it's good that this year's painting can continue to be painted. We're not idle, your brother is now out of time, and it happens that I have time to learn that carving from you, which is a good thing. Xuan Wentao picked up the contract with a smile at this time and looked at it seriously.

Xuan Miao'er told him again: "Dad, this contract is still taken to the county government for the record, and I will be able to get back the red documents in three days, and then I will be the boss." ”

Xuan Wentao touched Xuan Miaoer's head: "I don't know what to put in this little head, I'm happy today, Qinglan, get some silver for Erlang, go cut the meat, and by the way, make a pot of wine, let's celebrate in the evening." ”

Xuan Anrui happily responded and went out to buy meat and wine.

In order to paint the original manuscript quietly, Xuan Miaoer was in the south house, Xuan Wentao didn't let others go in to disturb him, Xuan Miaoer had a lot of drawings in her heart, in fact, there was really no need to be so nervous, but her family had to accept it for her good.

This time, the paper is large, the color ink is also high-quality, and the brushstrokes are really much better.

New Year's paintings are all pictures of joy, so she paints more than every year, attracting wealth and treasure, everything goes well and so on. The door god is naturally painted in accordance with the modern style, although he did not take out all the skills, but it is also unique in this Fengnan country.

In three days, Xuan Miaoer plans to paint two pairs of door gods, seven or eight New Year's paintings are fine, after all, the first time to cooperate with a thousand drunken sons, quality is more important than quantity, and the quantity is too much, which makes people think that they are greedy for money and paint more, and they will feel that she is not interested.

And the size of the painting is not small, she doesn't want to paint at night, tired eyes are one thing, and the color difference at night is too big, so these quantities, she can finish.

I painted until dinner in the evening, Xuan Anhao came to call her out, Xuan Miaoer stretched out her arm, looked at the New Year's paintings on the kang, felt quite satisfied, and called everyone to come and see.

"Miao'er, where did you learn this? This is so beautiful? My niece is a talented girl. Xuan Wenjiang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, Miao'er, your painting is different from what we have forgotten, it's so beautiful. Liu was holding Chubby in his arms and couldn't hide his surprise.

Everyone, you said, I praised it for a long time.

It wasn't until Xuan Miao'er smelled the stew outside that she couldn't help but say, "Daddy, can I go eat meat first?"

This meal is delicious enough, the winter in the Northeast is cold, so the meals are all on the kang, this one hard vegetable stew, there is no need for a table, a brazier on a support, the vegetable basin is directly on the top, and the pot is eaten while burning with charcoal.

Liu is also diligent, usually pickled some side dishes, the family is now in good condition, some pickled side dishes put minced meat, especially for rice. (To be continued.) )