In the shade of a tree

Zhang Feng is drawing on the table.

I saw that there was a wooden basin on the table, and five or six crayfish in the basin were dancing with their teeth and claws.

Everyone was watching Zhang Feng paint on the side, especially when they heard that Zhang Feng was going to paint shrimp, even the old man and the military brother who was usually wooden ran over to see the excitement.

Seeing that everyone was surrounding him, Zhang Feng smiled helplessly, thinking that he made the shrimp of the old man Qi Baishi so famous, and he made himself draw a shrimp and was watched by everyone.

"Big brother paints well, if only he could paint like Qi Baishi!" Zhang Yue said to Zhang Feng with confidence.

"Can I compare with the old man Baishi? Look at what you girl said, people have painted all their lives, and I have only been painting for a few years?" Zhang Feng glanced at his baby sister and said speechlessly.

"Hehe, Xiaofeng, don't be presumptuous, I think your landscape paintings are very good, not much worse than the great painters, as long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely be able to reach the level of the old man Baishi!" the old man smiled and encouraged.

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, and didn't care, he didn't make a living by painting, painting was just a hobby in his life, so he didn't need to compare with others.

After glancing at the crayfish in the basin, Zhang Feng finally started to move, the brush in his hand was stained with ink, and the pen was waved, and soon, one by one, the smart crayfish jumped on the paper.

Zhang Feng's painting this time focuses on realism, and almost completely follows the body structure of the crayfish, so the crayfish on the painting paper looks lifelike, just like the living ones.

"Wow, the big brother painted it so similarly!"

When Zhang Feng stopped the brush, his sister Xiaoyue couldn't help but exclaim.

Hearing his sister's words, Zhang Feng looked at it, and finally shook his head, feeling that there were still many flaws in the painting, and the weight of the pen was not well mastered.

"What's the matter, madman, do you think the painting is bad?" Yiyi asked curiously when she saw Zhang Feng's appearance.

"Of course, you look here...... And here......" Zhang Feng nodded, pointing out his mistakes.

Hearing Zhang Feng's explanation, the others couldn't help but shake their heads, thinking that Zhang Feng was really too serious, if this painting was not good, then their estimation was not as good as a child's graffiti.

Zhang Feng tore off the painting and prepared to paint it again.

"Ah, brother, why did you tear it up, I'm still going to hang it in my room!" Zhang Yue was distressed.

"Hehe, it's okay, I didn't paint it just now, I'll draw a better one for you right away!" Zhang Feng smiled, re-laid the rice paper, and began to splash ink.

But the little girl still thinks it's a pity, such a good painting, how bad it is to tear up, and it's not bad to use it to paste the wall!

If Zhang Feng knew that his sister had this idea, it was estimated that he would immediately fall down and paste the wall with his own painting, which was too much, even if it was a failure.

After Zhang Feng finished painting the second painting, he still felt a little satisfied, but before Zhang Feng could make up his mind to tear it apart, Xiaoyue snatched the painting on the table.

"Hehe, brother, don't be wasteful, just give it to me if you don't want it!" said the little girl with a smile.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, after the second painting, he finally found the feeling, so Zhang Feng was ready to paint the best painting in his heart.

This time, Zhang Feng seemed to have made up his mind, and with the swing of his pen, he finally completed a shrimp play that satisfied him.

Although it is still not as good as Qi Baishi's painting, this has already shown Zhang Feng's best level at this time, so Zhang Feng's face also showed a satisfied smile.

Then Zhang Feng began to explain the painting skills to his sister Zhang Lin and Yiyi, teaching on the spot, and guiding them to complete a painting.

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Just when Zhang Feng was teaching his sister and Yiyi to paint in the yard.

The old man and Grandma Liu watched for a while, and then came to the backyard wearing protective clothing.

As soon as I looked at their equipment, I knew that they were preparing to harvest the nectar of a hundred flowers, how could such a good honey be wasted like Zhang Feng, and not harvest it once a month.

The old man opened the beehive and looked at the box full of honey, like gold, and exuded a rich fragrance, so he couldn't help but complain:

"So much good honey, Xiao Feng, this guy is really a tyrannical thing, he hasn't cut it more than once for more than a month!"

"Alright, old man, don't patronize this chatter, beware of bees stinging your mouth!hehe......" Grandma Liu joked with a smile.

"How is that possible, when I was young in the village, I was a little expert in cutting honey, and when I was eight years old, I dared to go up the mountain to dig wild honeycomb miles...... "The old man smiled and said the glorious deeds of his childhood.

But after all, the old man was not slow, carrying the hive in one hand and the brush in the other, quickly and gently driving the bees away.

Grandma Liu held a basin and caught the honey harvested by the old man, and the two elders acted in an extremely tacit understanding, and the honey of the three beehives was harvested in a short time.

"Come, old woman, I'll help you!" The honey of the three beehives was harvested, and a medium-sized stainless steel basin was full, at least thirty or forty catties.

The old man handed the brush in his hand to Grandma Liu, and walked quickly outside with a pot full of honey.

"Wow, that's a lot of honey!" Xiao Yue immediately ran over excitedly as soon as she saw the old man carrying the honey out.

"Hehe, if it weren't for some for the bees, there would be a lot!" said the old man with a smile as he put the basin on the ground.

Satsuki also seemed to be interested in shaking honey, so she immediately ran into the utility room, took out the honey shaker, put it under the water pipe to clean it, and finally wiped off the water stains inside with a dry towel.

"Grandma Liu, how are you going to get this, just put the beehive in it?" the little girl asked curiously.

"That's right, after putting it in, just shake the handle outside, you see, I'll demonstrate it first. With that, Grandma Liu began to teach the little girl to shake honey.

"Hehe, how is Grandma Liu's like spinning flowers!" The little girl shook the honey shaker, and she felt that it was not enjoyable, just like the wooden shelves used to spin flowers in the village.

"Hehe, it's not good, but the spinning flower is still a little different from this......" Then Grandma Liu smiled and introduced to the little girl.

"Wow, there are so many?" Hehe...... "After a while, there was a lot of honey in the honey shaker, and the little girl was pleasantly surprised when she saw it.

"Xiao Yue, you go to the house and get a few empty bottles, it seems that there are in the cabinet in the kitchen!" Grandma Liu instructed Zhang Yue with a smile.

"Eh, okay Grandma Liu, I'll go!"

In response, the little girl ran to the house in a hurry. After a while, he walked out with five or six clean bottles.

This harvest is indeed a lot, two catties of bottles, used almost twenty.

Seeing so much delicious potpourri nectar, the faces of the old man and Grandma Liu showed happy smiles.