I said, your little granddaughter can also draw? The ninth sister-in-law touched the horse with her arm, and the old lady asked curiously.

Mrs. Ma looked at her little granddaughter who was holding up a drawing board in the distance and smiled, and the corners of her eyes smiled in the folds.

She raised her head slightly: "Well, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, will." ”

Actually, Mrs. Ma wondered before, when did she learn?

When I asked the third and the second, they both said, "I've been learning, and I've been learning since I was a child." ”

Then why don't you teach needlework or something?

It's not useful to live at all.

It's so big, sew a little coat and find a few sisters. The popularity is good, everyone will help with it, don't think she doesn't know.

As for going up the mountain to chop wood, it is even more, the granddaughter looks stupid with a sickle, you see the fat girl working, she can make you tired enough, and you can't help but shout: "Don't do it." "At a glance, I know that I have never gone to the ground, I have never cut firewood, I have never dug vegetables, and there is no distinction between grass and vegetables.

In fact, Mrs. Ma didn't think that the three sons and three daughters-in-law were not doing right, but she actually taught some useless, little peasant girls, and learned to do those.

Even Ge Erniu's old ladies thought so at first.

can't stop Song Fatya's exclusive trick: she can make money.

It doesn't matter if you make dim sum, black leba or milk tofu, you can all say that you will make money.

You can convince or not.

This unique skill can give their mouths tight.

And very much agree with Song Fusheng's words: "People have long boards and shortcomings, and there is no perfect person in this world." If you are not good at this aspect, that aspect will be particularly prominent. ”

Well, that makes sense.

When these old ladies heard this for the first time, their first reaction was: It would be great if all the girls in the family could excel in earning money, and in that case, even if they didn't know how to hold a needle and thread. They sew it.

At this time, the mothers-in-law who came to deliver milk tofu in the village heard it, not only painting, but also piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?

didn't dare to question it, you can see the proud look of the grandmother, and you know that what you said is true.

Ninth sister-in-law: Tut-tut, the head of the regiment's daughter, in the future, she can't marry better than her eldest granddaughter?

The big white fat girls looked at each other: "Auntie, I heard that everyone paints flowers and grass, so what is your little granddaughter painting when she sits on the ground." ”

The other wives-in-law: "Yes, what is there to draw in the earth?" ”

Mrs. Wang snatched the words, with a look that you didn't know: "That's called sketching." ”

Grandma Wang, you are awesome, you can remember it by listening to the garlic seedlings shouting and mentioning it.

Song Fuling is indeed painting a documentary map, a map of Renjia Village's labor.

In the land, many men are farming.

In the painting, some men are beating their waists, and some men are always pushing Song Fusheng's improved farm tools. Some men are wiping their sweat with a towel around their necks.

There are also men who keep patting the dirt with their hands, while standing in the ditch and looking back at the little babies who are serious about writing and laughing.

Every day, Song Ling's painting is the time for the little bean bags to write.

In the past, no matter how much trouble there was in class, when it was time to spend paper and pen and ink to write, the little bean bags would sit quietly on low wooden stools, and put their textbooks on the "small table" with a big stool as a temporary desk, and the ancient children were writing seriously.

Every piece of paper and ink is money, and it is expensive to sell, and it is the hard-earned money earned by my father.

In the painting, not far from this land is the river of Renjia Village.

A "Ferris wheel" was built by the river. ”

The Ferris wheel is very rough, and at a glance, you can see that the fan blades that attract the wind can barely be used, and the rope that binds the bucket is also very uneven, and it is made by hand.

The river water of Qinglingling was stirred up with the windmill, and the rushing water was poured into the flow tank.

Song Poria is painting the remnant sun on the horizon, with a mountain of pines and cypresses as the background.

Just then, the women who delivered the food came.

Song Fuling asked the little bean buns not to be distracted and continue to write, but she stopped her brush.

His eyes moved with the figure of the old mother and the second aunt driving the ox cart.

The women struggled to drive the ox-carts in the fields, whips in their hands, and buckets of food on the carts.

The northeast wind blew loudly, ruffling the scarves on the heads of the women who delivered the food.

Song Fuling thought to herself: She must also paint this scene, painting the scarves blown by the wind, and the faces of those women wrinkled by the spring breeze.

When they arrived on the ground, they knocked on the wooden barrel, less shy of the woman's house, only a hearty smile, and shouted loudly with a gourd scoop in their hands: "It's time to eat!" ”

You can hear it for miles and miles.

The bright voice resounded in this black land, and one side of the water and soil raised the other side, bringing energy.

Song Fuling turned her head with a smile, and her smile disappeared when she glanced at her own drawing board.

Say disappear and disappear.

It's too miserable for her drawing board, too miserable for drawing paper.

If you want to paint a complete picture, you have to put it together, and there is not that big paper for her to paint.

At the same time, the nine sisters-in-law followed Mrs. Ma and them back to the cellar of the gang on the other side of the river.

Once again, I deeply felt the special nature of the "head of the regiment".

Ge Erniu: "Don't touch it, it's all ice." ”

The mother-in-law who came from the village: "What are you doing with so much ice?" ”

Then who knows what the fat girl is going to do, don't touch it anyway.

The big white fat girl sniffed and leaned in front of a few stacks of tall wooden boxes in the cellar: "What's in it here?" ”

The second mother-in-law Song told her: "The fat girl's milk popsicle." ”

"So much? Do you also make ice? ”

"Well, there are a lot of little babies." Second Mother-in-law Song looked like a matter of course.

Mrs. Ma is organizing everyone to put the cheese and the like that her little granddaughter saved on the cabinet one by one, and you can't see what it is when there are pieces wrapped in it.

The ninth sister-in-law couldn't help but said: "I went to your house to see, there are no cabinets in the house, and there are such good cabinets in the cellar?" Why did you come down from above? I'm really convinced of you. ”

Mrs. Ma said, "Can that be the same?" My little granddaughter has a lot of good things in the cellar, and she can't do it without a cupboard. ”

Listen, her granddaughter's cellar, also two.

"Is it all food?"

"There's everything, who knows what she's put it in, don't move it around, she shouldn't be able to find it." Move these ice fillers to that side, let's build a shelf, and the milk tofu will be put on it. ”

The women and mothers-in-law in the village who came to transport the goods had only one feeling:

Oh my god, too used to children.

If this is changed to their girl, she will have to be beaten.

Don't do any work, don't chop wood, don't hug grass, don't carry little brothers and sisters on your back to coax the baby not to cook at home, just sit in the ground and be bloody, and dare to be special.

The women finally finished the milk tofu they had brought and climbed up to the cellar, just as Song Fusheng returned.

"Can't put it on that side?"

"Ah, toss and save some and put it on this side, what is it in your hand?"

Song Fusheng replied to the old lady: "Tie the cat's claws on the feet." ”

"What's it for?"

The fat girl said that she wanted to climb the tree, and the elm money tree in the village had already made her eye, "so make a tree climbing artifact for her daughter, and by the way, make a few more, and use it for going up the mountain to hunt hazelnuts in the future."

The women of the village: Oh my mother, I have to pay two dollars to make iron cat's paws to climb trees, I haven't seen or heard of it.

Mrs. Ma and the others returned to the village.

The eight-year-old granddaughter of Uncle Ren's family passed by in front of Mrs. Ma with a basket.

"Nier, stand still, can you dig up wild vegetables?"

"Back to the captain's grandmother, there is a small garlic, and you can see the mother-in-law and wild camellia toot."

"You give me some."

The eldest daughter-in-law of Uncle Ren's family hurriedly signaled the little girl to give a basket to Mrs. Ma.

"Not really." She just wants to look like she will turn around and let the fat girl take the little babies to dig vegetables.

If she doesn't give it a look, she is afraid that the vegetables dug up by her little granddaughter will poison her.

Village women: Alright, we don't have anything to say.