Ah Di pouted, feeling aggrieved, he was a boy who sat in the room all day embroidering, and he vomited when he thought about it.

Li Qingyou just thought that he was used to running outside all day, and he was not used to being locked in the house for a while, so he rubbed his head with a smile, "Good, sister, this is all for your good, you will know in the future." ”

After that, he returned to Dongzato and continued painting.

Ah Di looked at her back and flattened his mouth, his eyes were full of envy, thinking that when he was still in the house, what he hated the most was writing big characters in the study, but now looking at the needle and thread in his hand, he would rather write big characters all day than get these.

Looking at the dress on his body again, he shook his head and sighed, alas, he can't live if he is guilty, he should have denied it when Sister Qingyou mistakenly thought of him as a girl.

Right now......

Ah Di sighed, let's wait, first, he is not sure if all the people who are secretly chasing him have evacuated.

Secondly...... He glanced in the direction of Dongli, Sister Qingyou hates lying the most, she was angry last time, if you do it again......

The siblings occupy a room and each does their own thing.

Li Qingyou focused on the painting in her hand, and sat upright at the table according to what Ah Di had taught her before, but the posture of holding the pen was not the same as holding a brush, but the way she held a pencil.

As long as the horizontal and vertical things can be drawn to the eye, there is no need to dwell on them.

After about half an hour, I finally finished drawing, picked up the paper and dried the ink and looked left and right, not very satisfied, after all, I haven't practiced my hands for many years.

However, it is much better than the rigidity of "Acts".

I put the finished picture aside, continued to draw the second one, and after an afternoon, I removed the unsatisfactory ones and drew a total of three finished pictures.

Raising his eyes to look at the still bright sky outside the window, he relaxed his eyes for a while, rubbed his sore wrist again, and then carefully collected the three paintings at the bottom of the box, and tore the remaining paintings into pieces and threw them into the stove.

For five days in a row, Li Qingyou locked himself in the east room every day, except for work, eating and sleeping, he sat at the table and drawn, until the sixth day, and finally drew a picture album.

Because there are only fifteen pages in the "Records of Conduct", Li Qingyou also drew fifteen pictures, and the next thing is to bind them into a book.

Whether a thing can be sold at a price, in addition to the quality of the thing, it also needs to have a high-end atmosphere and high-grade packaging. "Records" only has a dilapidated book cover that is about to fall off, and such a book is difficult to meet Bole no matter how good the content is.

Li Qingyou decided to package his album well.

She first arranged the fifteen drawings neatly, then took out another six pieces of paper and divided them into two parts, soaked them in rice soup, flattened them, and exposed them to the sun, until they were dry enough to become two pieces of cardboard.

Then put a black cloth on the bread, and then sandwich the album in it, and sew the edges with threads, so that the album that was originally just thin suddenly became much more graded.

Of course, this is not enough.

Since it is a book, she naturally has to have a title, and in addition to that, she also has to take a pen name.

What's it called?

Li Qingyou held his cheeks and looked out the window, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he dropped a few words on the paper with a pen, and smiled with satisfaction.

Then he frowned again.

Her handwriting is really not good, this is also a helpless thing, practicing calligraphy is not an overnight effort, but such a delicate album with such a few words......

It's like the emperor in a dragon robe has a pair of torn straw sandals on his feet, as awkward as she wants, and the grade she has finally raised will fall down again with a bang.

It's easy to find someone to write a few beautiful words, but the hard thing is how to stop the person who helps with the writing from opening the album and seeing the contents.

Li Qingyou frowned for a moment, and suddenly laughed, she really got the tip of the horns, as long as she just took the cover?

As for the album that has already been bound, you can also remove it first.

Thinking so, Li Qingyou took down the album that had just been bound, put the album away carefully, and went out with the cover on it.

She went directly to Sibao Zhai, and the last time she wrote the donkey rental paperwork, she was there who knew how to write it with the help of the shopkeeper.

Looking at the cover wrapped in black muslin in his hand, the shopkeeper lifted his eyelids, and looked at Li Qingyou in surprise, "Write with gold powder?" ”

That's an exaggeration, right?

Although some dignitaries will also use gold dust to write some fans or something, but there is not much writing on the cover, and it seems that this cover is quite good, of course, the fabric is a little worse, if it is satin, it is more expensive.

It's just that this girl looks like a girl from an ordinary family, how can she get this?

Li Qingyou just smiled and nodded, didn't explain much, and handed over the paper with the title of the book written on it, "Please write according to this." ”

I didn't ask much if I knew the shopkeeper, but I just wrote a few words, and he was doing things with money.

"Miao Chun Tu?" The shopkeeper looked at the three big characters in the upper right corner, and the four small characters in the author's signature in the lower left corner, "Miao Chunsheng." ”

Then he picked up the pen, found the gold powder and adjusted it, dipped the pen and carefully measured the distance, the little girl made such a delicate cover, he was not good to write.

understands that the shopkeeper is a showman, and he only brewed it slightly, and with a stroke of the pen, he did it overnight.

After finishing writing, wait until the gold dust on it has dried, Li Qingyou looked at it again, and his eyes immediately lit up, with gold characters on a black background, how could he look so tall.

gave the silver money and thanked the shopkeeper, Li Qingyou wrapped the cover with brown paper like a baby, and went out of Sibao Zhai, and met an acquaintance as soon as he went out.

"Third Brother Qian." Li Qingyou greeted with a smile, "It just so happened that I was thinking of going to your house to look for you, but I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

The person who came was Qian Fugui from the Qian family's team, he happened to be passing by here today, but he didn't expect to meet Li Qingyou, and when he heard this, he stopped and asked her what was the matter.

"I want to go to the provincial capital these days, and I want to ask when your convoy will depart." Li Qingyou said: "My sister and I are two. ”

After all, this kind of album is not tofu, it is not easy to sell in the county, and it cannot be sold at a high price.

I learned from Qian Fugui that the convoy came back the day before yesterday, and it happened that the day after tomorrow was going to leave for the provincial capital, so Li Qingyou booked a departure time with him, and said a few words that the donkey was very good, so that he could rest assured, and then said goodbye and went home.

Looking at the slender back of the girl in front of him, Qian Fugui was in a trance for a moment, the last time he saw her was several months ago. He hadn't seen her since that time when she had led the donkey away, and he had tried to find her a few times without any time, and then he was stopped by his mother.

"Whoever you like can succeed, but she can't, you have to screw it again, believe it or not, I'll settle that fat girl in the back street for you?" His mother hated to threaten her......