The incense sticks in the brass lotus incense burner are burning slowly.

There was still time for a small half of the incense, and Nan Yan confidently put down the brush.

She looked at her painting proudly, and couldn't help but look at Nan Baoyi.

The seats were a little far apart, and she couldn't see what Nan Baoyi had drawn.

But the gentleman who taught her to paint said that painting pays attention to splashing ink and doing it in one go, and Nan Baoyi is so careful that she will definitely not be able to draw anything good.

In this game, she won it!

A furnace of incense sticks has finally burned out.

The gong sounded, and Nan Baoyi calmly put down his pen.

The reason why she wanted to participate in "painting" was because she remembered that the topic of this competition was "Spring Flowers".

The girls in the boudoir love to be violet, so almost everyone can draw a hundred flowers, but when they are together, they will look tacky, so she has to find another way.

The examiner came to collect the paintings, and when he saw her paintings, he couldn't help but shake his head regretfully, "Nanwu girl, you don't have a single flower on this drawing paper, I'm afraid it's off topic!" ”

Nan Baoyi smiled sweetly: "It's okay, the adults will hand it over for me." ”

The paintings were soon revealed.

The most eye-catching is Nan Yan's "Thousands of Purples and Thousands of Reds", which vividly painted more than a dozen kinds of flowers, competing for beauty and writing prosperity, attracting applause from people in the field.

Chang Shi proudly pushed Mrs. Cheng, "What's the matter, I'll just say that it won't be wrong to pay for Nan Yan, right?" Look at what Nan Baoyi is drawing, it's actually a complicated wooden shelf! ”

"Rou'er is indeed talented." Mrs. Cheng smiled and said to Liu, "Erlang cherishes his talents, presumably for him, Yan'er will be more temperamental than Baoyi." ”

The meaning of the change of relatives is very obvious.

Liu smiled from ear to ear, "It's a blessing for Rou'er to be valued by Mrs. Cheng!" ”

Chang Shi followed: "My daughter is an unsuccessful person, Sister Liu, tell me, how do you teach Yan'er on weekdays?" Do you also want us to learn from experience? ”

"Oh, I don't have any experience, it's all in the nature of a child." Liu is modest, "Our family is very conscious of learning, and gets up every hour and hour to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting——"

Before he finished speaking, the high platform suddenly heard the loud singing of the ceremonial officer:

"Painting class 1, Nan Baoyi!"

Liu's smile was even greater: "Don't hide it from you, our family is not only outstanding in painting, but also excellent in calligraphy, which is called a stand out among girls of the same age......

As she spoke, she finally realized something was wrong.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at the high platform in amazement.

She came back to her senses, touched her ears, and asked incredulously, "Master, who is the first class of painting?!" ”

"Jiaojiao, it's Jiaojiao!"

Nanguang beat his chest, happy and sad at the same time, and the expression on his old face was very exciting.

The audience was in an uproar.

The discussion is overwhelming, and they are all unconvinced:

"Nan Baoyi didn't paint a single flower, why can he get a first?!"

"Obviously, it is the Nan Rouge girl who overwhelms the crowd, and it should be the Nan Rou girl who takes the first place!"

"Did you take a bribe from the Nan family?! It's not fair! ”

“……”

The blood on Nan Yanqiao's face faded cleanly.

She clenched her hands in disbelief, her nails scratching the flesh and skin of her palms without realizing it.

She obviously draws so well, why is Nan Baoyi a first?!

The examiner at the head motioned for everyone to be quiet.

He touched his beard and looked at Nan Baoyi admiringly, "Nan Wu girl, can you explain?" ”

Nan Baoyi walked slowly to the middle of the field, "What I painted is a textile machine. ”

"Looms?!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi shouted: "Yes, the loom."

This textile machine is newly made by the masters of the South family, with the thread of the flower book instead of the bamboo flower book, the flower worker sits on the flower floor, sings and pulls, according to the jacquard pattern one by one to lift the comprehensive opening, the weaver steps on the ground heald, throwing the shuttle and beating the weft.

In this way, the weft circulation of the pattern is increased, and the pattern will be more colorful, which will greatly improve the production efficiency of Shu brocade.

"Such a good thing, my Nanfu doesn't want to hide it, so I deliberately took it out and shared it with you."

This is a loom that appeared a year after the previous life, and it is indeed the masterpiece of the masters of the Nan family.

Because of it, the Nan family's Shu brocade business is getting better and better, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a daily gold fight.

But it also made Nanfu like cooking oil on fire, and it was even more coveted by the powerful.

In this life, she shared it and asked other Shu brocade merchants to make money together, which could not only win a good reputation in Shu County, but also would not let the Nan family become the target of public criticism alone.

Xia Qingqing was not angry, and said loudly: "You said it very well, and this textile machine is also very good." But what does this have to do with today's contest title?! Today's topic is spring flowers! ”

Nan Baoyi smiled slightly, "This loom, I call it a flower building machine." ”

She waved her sleeves to the crowd, and her posture was extremely humble and gentle:

"I wish to weave thousands of purples and thousands of reds with the flower building machine, Shu County is rich in Shu brocade every year, and Jincheng is rich and rich every year!"

The little girl's voice was sweet and loud.

The posture is like a tough seedling breaking out of the ground.

Jinguancheng is rich in Shu brocade, and even a large part of the tax revenue depends on Shu brocade.

Even the name of their city is derived from Shu brocade.

The significance of Shu brocade to this land and the people can be imagined.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into thunderous applause and cheers!

Nan Yan took a step back weakly.

She knew that in this game, she had lost again.

Lose completely, lose powerlessly.

Her face was like earth, and she looked at the delicate and dazzling little girl, and she felt extremely strange!

Grandstand.

Mrs. Nan was so excited that her tears rippled, "What a thousand purples and thousands of reds, what a flower blooms and is rich!" Our Jiaojiao has grown up, really grown up! ”

Nan Baozhu made a smug face at Mrs. Cheng, "Mrs. Taishou, my sister is better than Nan Yan, what else do you have to say?" ”

Mrs. Cheng complained about Chang's, "It's all the people you picked!" ”

Chang Shi was slightly embarrassed and persuaded: "It's okay, it's okay, there are two more games!" ”

The third scene, the book.

There are the most little girls who participated in this event, but Nan Baoyi did not sign up.

She knew that she couldn't put those two words on the stage now.

She sat leisurely on the sidelines, watching Nan Yan and the other girls write.

After all, Nan Yan couldn't live in a small town at his age, and he lost two games in a row, and he was hit hard, and the hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble lightly.

With such trembling hands, you can't write well.

When the examiner hung up the work, Nan Yan's characters were not only unorganized, but even the strokes were trembling, like a child's beginner's handwriting.

Everyone laughed and pointed at the work.

Nan Baoyi took out a lotus seed candy from her purse and put it in her mouth, and curled her eyebrows sweetly, "My sister's handwriting is not very good, so don't sign up for calligraphy, it's a shame." ”

Nan Yan was embarrassed and scolded: "The villain has a will! ”

Nan Baoyi sneered: "It's better than an old horse stumbling." ”

Nan Yan was furious: "You scolded me for being an old horse?!" ”

The voice of the ceremonial officer sounded at the right time:

"Fourth, chess—"