Chapter 354: Painstaking Efforts

The eighth shook his head and looked at the pony he had just drawn. This is the newborn pony, and the eighth waits in the back stable to see it born, and then witnesses the mare driving the foal all the time, making it stand and allowing it to walk, and then let it come to him to feed.

At that moment, Lao Ba almost burst into tears, he thought of his sons who were far away, and now that the children have grown up and gone out, can he be regarded as pushing the children out like a mare? Do they bother with their painstaking efforts?

"Starling......" Xia Mo rushed back again.

"What's wrong?" Lao Ba hurriedly put down the pen, Xia Mo was rarely so surprised.

"Huang Ama sent someone to ask you how sick you are." Xia Mo's little face was white.

Her face couldn't be white, the old man was very angry about the old man pretending to be sick, and he didn't talk about it less, and now he sent someone to ask, saying that he was almost at the limit.

"Is this painting good?" Lao Badi didn't move the mountain and didn't shake, and held up what he had just drawn to Xia Mo.

"It's great, your paintings are getting better and better, unlike me, and now I'm going back more and more." Xia Mo glanced at it first. came over immediately, took it and looked at it carefully, the helplessness, sadness, and reluctance in the pony's eyes all jumped on the paper, and after looking at it for a while, Xia Mo began to feel sorry for herself.

Xia Mo was taken into the ditch by Lao Ba all of a sudden, and he didn't think about the outside at all, the people in the palace were waiting for a reply.

In fact, Xia Mo has not regressed, but it is true that there is not much progress, painting really has to be talented, not that hard work will definitely be rewarded, Xia Mo can only be regarded as painting a lot, but there are few independent innovation things, so he lost his spirituality.

Besides, in the past few years, she has painted fewer large pieces like this, and she has helped Lao Jiu draw comic books every day, so she has been more limited. Xia Mo painted like this, not for money. Money is a trivial matter, the main thing is to satisfy Xia Mo's vanity, and now Lao Jiu treats her much better than Lao Ba, looking at her is like watching the God of Wealth.

Xia Mo doesn't look like a woman, but in fact, she is not as patient as the eighth child, which can be seen from playing with the children. Five children, in fact, the eighth child spends a lot more time playing with the children than Xia Mo, and Xia Mo encourages the children to play by themselves.

This is also cultivated in the kindergarten, a class of more than 20 children, if they all have to play with the teacher. The teacher was tired to death, so in the name of cultivating independence, let the children play by themselves, Xia Mo never came out of this state, so that's it.

The eighth child is more lively, and naturally has more in common with the children, so Xia Mo will be a loving father by the eighth child, and he will be a strict mother and be in charge of education.

Because of her impatience, after Lao Ba sold her to Lao Jiu to paint pictures, Xia Mo insisted on painting two books and then became annoyed, saying that she was determined not to paint, anyway, she was not short of money. was so angry that Lao Jiu jumped straight to his feet, and went to Lao Ba's house every day to rub it.

It just so happened that the beef soup was there, and they could also sit up and look at the picture and talk. So, Xia Mo took out part of the shadow she drew and ordered it into a comic book. Holding two small storytellers, he didn't pay attention to Lao Jiu at all.

Who is Lao Jiu, that brain is born for money. Seeing Xia Mo holding the child like this, she could tell a story with a few pieces of paper, and she immediately thought of it. I have a bunch of shadow and painting engravings in my library, just like this, and then print a batch.

Immediately, the comic book version was printed according to the plates selected by Xia Mo, and the price was cheaper than the film and painting. Originally, it was done with the principle of not wasting, but as a result, the average people looked at it and thought it was very cheap, and they could coax their children to be happy for a long time.

Lao Jiu immediately saw the business opportunity, so he immediately changed the paper that was a little worse, reduced the cost by one percent, and increased the printing volume, and after it was put into the market, it was much better than the film and painting. So Lao Jiu began to let Xia Mo draw comic books.

Xia Mo was impatient with the film, in fact, each film and painting is almost the same, they are all subtle changes, after the painting, they have to be adjusted again, and there is nothing wrong with each frame. Comic strips are different, and there is a lot more freedom. And it can be painted beautifully, unlike movies and paintings, which are relatively simple, which is a relief for people like Xia Mo, who have a jumpy temperament, comic books are liberating, so he immediately agreed.

In the past few years, Xia Mo's painting has become even more popular, you must know that this is a big market, and there are a lot of people who follow the trend outside, but Xia Mo is the first to paint. And the story is also very new, even Chu Liuxiang has been painted into a comic book, although I don't know that it is the handwriting of Bafujin outside, but people still unswervingly support Jiu Ye's shop to sell it. made Lao Jiu almost dominate the rivers and lakes in the comic book market, so Xia Mo kept painting every day, and he couldn't wait to be busier than Lao Ba, but he really made a lot of money.

However, Xia Mo also has backbone, not for money or for Lao Jiu, a few good words just like a donkey to work for Lao Jiu with his eyes closed. Xia Mo doesn't paint a few times, he doesn't paint when the weather is bad, and he doesn't paint when the sky is too good; If you're in a good mood, don't paint, and if you're in a bad mood, don't paint; And the most outrageous reason is that the eighth child doesn't paint when he's at home. Angry, Lao Jiu jumped to his feet and asked why.

Xia Mo Zhenzhen said, when the weather is bad, the mood must be bad, and the painting must not be joyful enough. The day is too good, the children must come out to play, so she has no time to paint, catch up with her in a good mood, she naturally has to go out to play, of course she can't draw. As for the last one, it's better to understand, the eighth is at home. Of course she has to accompany the eighth child, she can't let him go to someone else! Family is the most important thing.

After listening to Lao Jiu, he really had the heart to die, and he couldn't wait to send someone to pester Lao Ba every day, but he was afraid that Lao Ba would not go home, Xia Mo's classmates were in a bad mood, and people still didn't paint, so he could only swallow his anger, but fortunately, Xia Mo was also a conscious person, and he could always give him a book of things every two months on average, so he would forget it.

The eighth made a gesture to the entrance painting on the side. Into the painting gently retreated, she had a good relationship with the eunuchs in the palace, just a cliché, look at what the old man wanted to do, and the eighth child passed in his mind for a while, the dynamics of Baozi in the past two days, after Baozi returned to Jiangnan from Shikoku, he was in good spirits, it seems that he has figured it out, so he hasn't gone out on the road these days, and he started to hurry.

"Starling!" Xia Mo called the eighth child for a long time, but the eighth child was distracted.

"Oh, let Tang Da go and frame it, and I'll go out and have a look." Lao Ba smiled and prepared to support Xia Mo.

"Ah, I forgot about the people in the palace." Xia Mo hurriedly put down the painting and began to pat her head.

"It's okay, I'll let him go to the painting, go get my clothes, I'll go into the palace to see the old man, maybe no one asked him to scold, he was depressed." The eighth laughed very brightly.

"You are really, why don't I accompany you, say that you are not well, I will accompany you to rest assured. The old man will never scold me. "Xia Mo will understand this very well.

"You're here, he can't talk through the words, you let him hold back, he has to find the field, you just have to rest at home." The old man looked lazy, as if he was just a human flesh bag for the old man.

Xia Mo was relieved, and hurriedly smiled and went to get clothes for the eighth, the eighth saw that Xia Mo turned his head, the lazy look on his face was taken back, and he gently weighed it in his chest.