() If you look closely, there are many small characters written on both sides of this painting, and the font is strange, but it is also recognizable.

On the left side reads: "The sunset in the west goes to the outer building of the Mingyue Building, and the wind blows the petals all over the head." The lonely heart cooled down and tender, and you made me wait towards the twilight sky. said that the red face and shyness can linger for a few spring and autumn, and it turns out that love is like water, and the beauty does not ask for wealth and wealth. For whom is it obsessed, who is painful, and who is worried for the rest of your life.

On the right side reads: "A few times the heartbreak shakes this glass of wine, cry for whom to laugh." I just want him to be drunk and hazy, and now he will see through the red dust, and he will be romantic again. For whom, for whom is it painful, for whom is it sad for a lifetime, and for whom is it heartbroken? Shake this glass of wine, cry for whom and laugh for whom? I just want him to be drunk and hazy, and now he will see through the red dust and the romance. The sunset in the west goes to the outer building of the Mingyue Building, and the wind blows the petals all over the head. The lonely heart cools the tenderness. You let me wait for the twilight, you let me wait for the twilight......? “

The two of them read it carefully, and a sense of loneliness welled up in their hearts, the black and white eyes of the dead lady, glanced at Yang Zheng quickly, and said in a low voice: "I can't see it, this guy has a lot of tricks?" “

The eldest lady also knew that this was Yang Zheng's means, but she was a little lonely in her heart about the "eldest lady out of the bath", thinking of the Tsing Yi Man dance in the picture, the two crisp breasts were half hidden and half exposed, and she was indescribably charming, her pretty face turned red, she gritted her teeth, and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

The two continued to look at it, there were almost dozens of them, and most of them were pictures of the eldest lady's night hero, the eldest lady's horse, the eldest lady's glamorous dance, etc., many of which were also equipped with poems and songs.

The two of them saw that he had worked so hard to draw so much in such a while, and their hearts were full of admiration and amazement, especially the dead lady, who looked at a few of his own drawings, one of which was better than the other, and their hearts were very happy. stepped forward and pulled Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng was rubbing his neck with his back to the two of them, he was pulled by the dead ladyboy, turned around, and saw that it was a dead ladyboy, he was startled, and subconsciously took a step back, and said, "What are you doing, I'm not a casual person?" ”

The dead shemale blushed, spat at him, and said, "What do you want?" ”

Yang Zheng was still a little nervous, glanced up and down at the dead ladyboy, and when he saw that he didn't pounce, he put his mind at ease: "What's the matter?" ”

Seeing his cold tone, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he remembered that his attitude towards him just now was indeed a little worse, so he didn't care, but pointed to the paintings, and said, "These paintings, how did you paint them, they are so beautiful!" ”

"How else can you draw, your grandfather's, of course I'm thinking about your sister, I miss you, you dead lady!" Yang Zheng scolded a few times in his heart, and then said lukewarmly: "Of course it was painted according to your pattern?" How else can you draw? “

Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, the dead shemale patiently said, "You misunderstood, I mean what this kind of painting is called, it's so strange, I've never seen it!" “

"Of course you haven't seen it, and you want to see it in five hundred years?" He really didn't have a good impression of the dead lady, and said a little impatiently: "This is a stick figure method in my hometown, I taught myself, except for me, no one can draw, and you don't understand it!" “

When the dead ladyboy heard that it was self-taught, there was a little more admiration in his eyes, and he nodded and said: "I said, I have never seen this kind of painting, it turned out to be your own creation, I didn't expect you to be so young, you have such talent, it is rare that this painting is extremely good-looking, compared to the spring tree picture of those talents, the West Lake picture is much stronger!" “

These sycophantic words were shot at the right time, and Yang Zheng listened to them very usefully: "You dead ladyboy can also speak!" ”

"Where, Brother Peng said and laughed? Carving insect skills? Yang Zheng said modestly.

"Isn't it a small insect carving skill? If this painting method is carried forward in the future, maybe it will become a generation of grandmasters in the future? The dead shemale continued to pat her ass.

Yang Zheng listened very comfortably, waved his hand, and said, "It's over, it's over!" “

The dead shemale looked at it again, and seemed to like the concubine very much in his heart, and said drunkly: "What are you going to do next?" Is it a pamphlet? “

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Well, this matter will be handed over to you, you remember, with these ten pictures, and the plate I just gave you, make a booklet, the booklet does not need to be too big, but it is best to be exquisite, and when the time comes, twenty taels will be sold!" “

"Twenty-two-?" The dead ladyboy and the eldest lady looked at each other, and each exclaimed, looking incredulous.

Yang Zheng said: "What? Is it cheaper? Is that thirty taels good? “

"Thirty taels? How dare you ask for it? The dead ladyboy and the eldest lady each glanced at each other, and said in their hearts.

"Hehe, I'm only afraid of thirty taels when the time comes, and I'm still being robbed?" Yang Zheng sneered.

The two didn't believe it, but Yang Zheng's methods made the two have to believe it.

Yang Zheng was busy all day, fighting the fire in the middle of the night at home, he was already very tired, and explained some details to the two of them, so he didn't say more, rubbed his sore neck, and returned to his small yard.

I boiled the water, scalded my feet, fell asleep, and snoring began after a while.

…………………… It's Saturday, all kinds of begging, otherwise Monday will die ugly!