Qingquan B&B is created by Xiao Jianhong, in Qingquan Village Qingquangou, built by the mountain and built by the spring, the scenery is still the original scenery as much as possible, except for the winding path of repairing a few stone steps, the rest is all the stone house built by Xiao Jianhong. On the side of the outer wall of the stone house facing the street, Xiao Jianhong touched a cement plane with cement. This is the scope that Xiao Baoju needs to be responsible for.

At present, Qingquan B&B has only built a dozen courtyards, and all the staff are also women from the village. "Second uncle, you need paint to paint, and you need to spray a layer of protective paint on it after painting, otherwise it won't take a few days. The paint will come off. On the afternoon of the day Xiao Baoju came to the B&B, he found his second uncle Xiao Jianhong and said.

"Baoju, if you need anything, you go directly to Zhang Aihua's store and ask him to buy it, and let her buy it if you don't have it!" Xiao Jianhong nodded and said.

"Okay, second uncle. Then I'll go find Aihua's sister-in-law! Xiao Baoju turned around and rode a motorcycle to Zhang Aihua's shop. Zhang Aihua will always be the village's intelligence transfer station, and Xiao Baoju saw a group of elderly people in the village sitting in front of Zhang Aihua's small stall from a distance. Xiao Baoju stopped the car far away, and his grandparents shouted in a big circle. "Sister-in-law, the second uncle asked me to come to you to buy paint."

"Brother, I heard that you went to work at the second uncle's homestay? How much does the second uncle give you a month? Zhang Aihua was obviously not in a hurry to get paint for Xiao Baoju, but looked at Xiao Baoju with a smile and asked about his income. In fact, in the past few days, the old ladies in the village have chewed the root of their tongues, Zhang Aihua is two years old and a widow. However, Xiao Baoju has just divorced, and many people in the village have told Zhang Aihua about it.

"What's not money? I'm going to paint the wall for my second uncle. Not going to work! Xiao Baoju said with a somewhat embarrassed smile. Actually, the second uncle has already agreed with Xiao Baoju to paint a wall and give Xiao Baoju 100 yuan. It's just that Xiao Baoju doesn't want to show off!

"Aihua, can Jianhong lose Baoju? It's definitely indispensable! The women who sat on the side and gossiped one after another, expressing their opinions and imagining.

It has been three years since the man died, and Zhang Aihua has not been looking for her in the past three years, and she is worthy of her dead husband. Therefore, when the people in the village talked about this, Zhang Aihua's psychology was also itchy. Who doesn't want to sleep at night with someone holding them in the cold bed? "Okay, I'm not going to tease you. Let's go, come in with me and get paint, shall we? Zhang Aihua clapped his hands and stood up, and walked into the backyard with Xiao Baoju.

"Baoju, where do you want to draw a picture for the second uncle? Isn't it those women who are naked or something? Let me tell you, we don't want to do that in Qingquan Village, don't you let the women in the village go to you? Zhang Aihua opened a small warehouse, which was full of paint, and while Xiao Baoju was choosing paint, Zhang Aihua leaned on the door frame and reminded with a smile.

"Second sister-in-law, that's for art, how can it be otherwise? The second uncle likes bamboo, so he asked me to paint bamboo for him! Xiao Baoju said to Zhang Aihua very honestly.

"I don't know what art is, I know that kind of thing is not serious!" Zhang Aihua didn't know why, her pretty face turned red, and she looked at Xiao Baoju with a dodgy gaze and said.

"Second sister-in-law, that's just a form of artistic expression! It's not that drawing a human body is just not serious. The great German poet Goethe said: "The last creation of nature that is constantly sublimated is the beautiful man." Someone also said, "The most beautiful clothing of human beings is their own skin." "Because the human body is created in response to the evolution of nature, it is a perfect, balanced and harmonious whole formed by the ingenious combination of bones, muscles, skin and various parts of the organs of reasonable science. Body art uses the human body as a carrier to convey the artist's feelings, and the artist gives the human body a thousand colors and postures through artistic creation. Xiao Baoju looked at Zhang Aihua calmly and said.

"Sigh..... A woman's body is casually let others see? That... That can only be seen by his own man! Zhang Aihua didn't understand at all, but blushed and spat Xiao Baoju.

Looking at Zhang Aihua's posture, Xiao Baoju just smiled indifferently. Indeed, it is a bit embarrassing for a rural woman to appreciate this art form. Xiao Baoju simply stopped explaining and began to carefully choose the paint color. Zhang Aihua has an incomplete color number here, and Xiao Baoju also wrote it out and asked Zhang Aihua to buy the goods.

Many people in Qingquan Village know that Xiao Baoju can paint, but not many people have seen it, and it is rare for Xiao Baoju to show his skills outside, so the next day when Xiao Baoju opened his first wall painting in the folk customs, many people in the village came to see the excitement. This also includes Zhang Aihua, I saw Xiao Baoju looking at the wall in front of him with a serious face, and quickly covered the flat wall with white paint. This wall is a wall close to the gate of the B&B, it can be said that as long as you enter the gate, the first thing that catches your eye is this wall, so Xiao Baoju plans to draw a welcome pine.

One side of the welcome pine sticks out, like a person stretching out an arm to welcome guests from afar, while the other hand is elegantly inserted in the trouser pocket, graceful and graceful. Xiao Baoju's painting was fascinating, but the crowd of onlookers around him blew up, and as soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one. When Xiao Baoju wrote the three words of welcome pine in the blank space on the side, he won everyone's public applause.

"Jianhong, your nephew, it's not simple... It's not easy. Yellow Mountain welcomes a green pine, withered immortal body is not old. The dome stone buries the roots and shakes the sun and the moon. Windward and snowy, frost-resistant winter. Baoju, this child, has drawn the essence of this pine tree! The second master who was sitting on a chair and smoking a cigarette on the side was the most learned person in the village, and he used to be the principal of the primary school in Qingquan Village.

Xiao Jianhong is a person who loves faces, although he founded a homestay, but when the land was transferred, he did not have a lot of trouble with the villagers, and naturally he was criticized, so few people in the village came here, but he didn't expect his silent nephew to come here to paint so much attention to the big guys, Xiao Jianhong knew that this might be an opportunity for him to ease relations with the villagers. "Baoju, why don't you hurry up and thank the second master? The second master has written poems about your paintings. Jianhong, find a place to write this poem that your second master reads, second master. You say it again, I'm uneducated, I can't remember! ”