Chapter 72: Amazing Drawing Skills
At the bottom of a hillside, a large pit was dug down, and down the stairs of the dirt, there was something like a door tied with a few pieces of firewood, and there was a hole next to it, supported by a few sticks of wood, which seemed to be windows, but there was not even window paper. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
When Qiu Ming entered the village, he knew that this place should be similar to northern Shaanxi, and everyone lived in caves. But I didn't expect the cave in Ma Liang's house to look like this, it didn't look much stronger than the cave.
The sky was already dark, and this pit should be a courtyard, but standing here felt a little dark. When I opened the door, it was even darker inside, and I could only see the figure vaguely, but I definitely didn't have to worry about running into anything, because there was no furniture at home, not even a table!
"Brother Qiu, this is my family. If you are not used to it, I will take you to Uncle Zhao's house for one night, he is very good. ā
"It's okay, just live here. You see, I also bought candles, let's eat. ā
Qiu Ming looked at it, there was only a small water jug at home, and this was a place where there was a shortage of water, it was definitely impossible for him to wash the dust on his body first, there was no well in this yard at all.
Qiu Ming turned around, turned his back to Ma Liang, shook his hand, and the lighter appeared in his hand, lit the candle, and put the lighter away again.
"Brother Qiu, you don't need to order wax, let's just go to the yard and eat." How expensive are candles, one copper plate can buy two.
Ma Liang took out a cloth bag from his arms, and inside were four bran cakes: "Brother Qiu, give you bran cakes." ā
Qiu Ming was stunned for a moment, took it and took a bite, it felt like eating that kind of old garlic moss, no matter how he chewed it, he couldn't chew it, the taste was a little bitter, and he was very choked, but he still swallowed it.
Watching Qiu Ming gulp down the bran, Ma Liang showed a smile, thinking that this kind of rich people couldn't get used to their food.
"Ma Liang, I also bought something to eat, let's eat together." Qiu Ming opened the oiled paper in a frame, which was filled with braised beef, roast chicken, and a few white steamed buns.
Ma Liang smelled the smell of meat, and actually wanted to eat it, but he still shook his head: "No, Brother Qiu, you can eat it yourself, I will be full after eating the bran." ā
"I ate your bran, how can you be full? What you have given me to eat, my food should also be given to you. Hurry up, if you don't eat this, it may be bad tomorrow. Qiu Ming couldn't help but pull off a chicken leg and stuff it into Ma Liang's hand.
He found that Maleonn had eaten one of the bran cakes, and the other had obviously been put away, intending to eat it tomorrow morning. And when he bought steamed buns, he also inquired, this kind of bran cake, one copper plate, is very hungry, but the taste is too bad.
Ma Liang's load of firewood only sold four copper plates, and he was willing to give two to Qiu Ming, this kid is really very likable.
Ma Liang ate with Qiu Ming at this time, and the two of them ate all the meat, leaving a few steamed buns, which were wrapped in paper and put them away, but Qiu Ming found that Ma Liang unfolded the paper wrapped in meat flatly, smoothing out every crease on it.
After eating, Qiu Ming took a closer look at the house, and the soil on the walls had already fallen off a lot, and some scratches could be clearly seen.
Hey, this is a sheep?
Qiu Ming looked at some scratches carefully, it was obvious that the wall was messy with branches and carbon strips, but the sheep made Qiu Ming see it at a glance, and the painting was very expressive.
You can draw so well with branches, if you draw with a pen on paper, then all the masters Qiu Ming has seen will have to bow down.
"Brother Qiu, if you are tired, rest first, I will paint for a while."
"It's okay, I'm not sleepy, you can draw, just let me see how you draw."
Ma Liang found a carbon strip from the ground, placed the flattened oil paper on the kang, and almost in the blink of an eye, drew a horse. Qiu Ming seemed to feel the neighing of the horses and galloped past him, which seemed to be more immersive than all the photos he had ever seen.
Qiu Ming scratched his chin, before leaving, he should get some rice paper and let Ma Liang draw a few paintings to take away. With this god-like painting, if you get it to the real world, you may be able to sell it for a sky-high price.
"Brother Qiu, how is my drawing?" Ma Liang looked at Qiu Ming, he finished painting, why didn't Brother Qiu look at it silently, was he too bad at drawing?
Qiu Ming came back to his senses: "You are very good at painting, I have never seen such a good painter." Okay, the candle is still a long one, you draw a little longer, and I'll memorize the book for a while. If you're sleepy, go to bed first, I'm used to sleeping sitting. This quilt is yours, don't refuse, I'm still waiting for you to help me find someone to buy a house tomorrow. ā
Ma Liang began to paint on the wall with a tree branch, while Qiu Ming sat cross-legged on the kang and began to silently recite the Shangqing Dadong Sutra.
The candle slowly went out, and with the last bit of light, he immediately climbed onto the kang, he looked at Qiu Ming, there are really people who are used to sitting and sleeping. However, he saw that Qiu Ming's lips seemed to be moving all the time, as if he was muttering something, was this still endorsing? Brother Qiu is really diligent, and I want to practice painting hard to become the best painter!
In the early hours of the morning, Qiu Ming opened his eyes, and the room was still dark. He gently got off the kang and walked out of the cave, and the sky outside was already cloudy.
Climbing to the top of the cave, Qiu Ming shook his hand, took out a cushion, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice the family tradition.
When the sun emerged from the sky, a faint trace of purple qi burrowed into Qiu Ming's body and merged into Qiu Ming's power. Now the family mantra for practicing qi, Qiu Ming has been able to run five times in a row, which is much stronger than at the beginning.
It seems that it is still in the world of cartoons, which is more suitable for cultivation. This is not a famous mountain and river, and it can still absorb a trace of purple qi.
Ma Liang woke up in a daze, and every day he got up at this time, went out to chop wood or cut grass, and sold it to the city. What about Brother Qiu, why is he not here?
Ma Liang hurriedly ran out of the cave and saw Qiu Ming, who was slowly walking down: "Brother Qiu, what are you doing so early?" ā
"I'm also used to getting up early to memorize, and now I'm done. What are you doing when you get up so early, didn't you say okay, help me find someone to buy a house today? ā
"I'm used to it, and a lot of people in our village get up at dawn. Brother Qiu, you take a rest first, and I'll go pick up some water. ā
Qiu Ming looked at the earthen walls in the courtyard, which were also painted with tree branches, including on the ground, there were many patterns painted, there were cattle and sheep, tables and chairs, it should be that Ma Liang saw anything, and he would come back to draw it. Speaking of diligence alone, how many people are not as good as Ma Liang.
Picking up some water, Qiu Ming took a look, it was very turbid, and there was a lot of sand in it. But he still washed his face with this water and dried it with his sleeve, just like Ma Liang.
It happened that a family in the village was going to move out, and the cave was sold to Qiu Ming, as long as ten taels of silver, there was still a large cave with three rooms, and it was only more than 100 meters away from Ma Liang's house.
Qiu Ming paid the money very happily and told Ma Liang that he would let Ma Liang come often in the future.
Half a month passed quickly, Qiu Ming practiced as usual every day, and Ma Liang chopped wood and painted as usual every day, but why didn't the old man who gave the magic pen come yet?