The next day, Chang Lai came to the town early, hungry, and asked where there was a academy or a poetry and book club as he went.

There is only one school in the town, which is a place for children under the age of ten to learn, which makes Chang Lai very annoyed, and scolds in his heart, "Such a big town doesn't even have a decent school, this ancient people don't pay attention to education, my enthusiasm, how to display my belly, last night's back, I can't find a place to show off, I forgot what to do."

As he was hesitating, a little boy of five or six years old came up to him and looked him up and down.

"Uncle, do you want me to paint a picture for you?" The little boy was very polite.

"What to paint, no money." Chang Lai was irritable and didn't have a good temper with the little boy.

"I don't need money, I can still pay you." The little boy tilted his head, looking cute.

"And this good thing? Does that mean let me be a model? Chang Lai looked at the little boy in surprise, and also posed a pose of showing off the muscles of the big muscles that he had learned from TV.

"Touch...... What's so special? The little boy scratched his head.

"Oh, that's what I ask you to do, if you let me stand, I'll stand, if you let me sit, I'll sit, you paint, give me money after painting, this means." Chang Lai suddenly became amiable, just like a grandfather seeing his own grandson.

"Well, that's right, I've been learning to paint recently, and the painter asked me to paint a portrait, and I painted a lot, but the painter couldn't say it was good." The little boy lowered his head in frustration.

"Okay, we can start now, where are we going to paint?" Chang Lai said excitedly.

"Go to my house, I have a studio." The little boy pointed in one direction.

"Let's go." The two walked out of the market one after the other.

Along the way, Chang Lai was still thinking, "There are such good things, you don't have to work, you can collect money by standing and sitting for a while, hehehe, no, it won't be to paint that kind of shameful body painting, I think I Chang Lai is innocent for half of my life, and I have never sold my body for money, is it ...... today?" At this time, he was a child, and he watched it, and he gave it up for money. Thinking of this, Chang Lai ran a few steps to catch up with the little boy.

"Uncle, turn around the intersection in front of you and you'll be there." The little boy pointed ahead and turned back to Chang Lai.

"Well, okay, by the way, kid, how long will I be painted by you, I haven't eaten since last night, I'm really scared, you're painting and I'm hungry and fainting, isn't this a matter of delaying you?" Chang Lai touched his belly, which was indeed deflated.

"This is easy to do, uncle, I have a meal at home, you go to eat something first, don't be in a hurry to paint, the painter said, painting to guard against arrogance and rashness, take your time, impatience is not possible, should be like a turtle like a snail, slow and cautious, the painter also said, painting is a kind of sentiment, can not be painted in a bad mood, you see I met you today is very smooth, the mood is good, I must be able to paint very good, the painter also said......"

"Little friend, I think what you said is very right, is there meat in your family's food, and the most important thing is that I have an eighty-year-old mother in my family who needs my support, how much money are you going to give me?" Chang Lai looked at such a young child who was actually talking, he was a chatterbox, and hurriedly interrupted, and if he continued, he probably even knew what color underwear the painter was wearing.

"Oh, yes, there should be meat, money, so much, okay?" The little boy stopped and held out two fingers to Chang Lai.

"Two pennies? You're too picky, you can't buy two buns for two pennies......"

"Two hundred words." The little boy withdrew his finger and continued walking.

"Two ...... 200 ...... I'll just say, Xiaoyou's temperament is extraordinary, and he won't be so picky when he shoots, hahahahaha. "Chang Lai's heart is already happy, two hundred wen is almost two hundred yuan now, 'two hundred a day, a month is 6,000, in the third-tier city where he lives on the earth, it can be regarded as a middle and high salary.

Not long after, the little boy led Chang Lai into a big house, a big courtyard with three entrances, a big blue brick house, and it seemed that he was definitely a rich family.

When the little boy came back, he was greeted by a family member, and the little boy asked him to go to the kitchen to prepare some food and send it to the studio. Chang Lai didn't forget to cheekily come to say, 'Take some meat', and the little boy immediately ordered, 'Take more meat'.

Finally, the side room on the west side of the courtyard was transformed into a studio, with a few chairs, two tables, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and various colors.

Chang Lai sat on a chair, and the little boy looked at his paintings at the table, smiling at Chang Lai from time to time.

"That, Xiaoyou, your family is in business, so arrogant." Chang Lai looked out of the window through the lifted window, probing his brain like a thief.

"Well, my father is in business and is not at home all the year round, so I am going to draw you this time and send it to my father." The little boy smiled.

"What a good boy with filial piety." Sending his portrait to his father, how did it sound weird, so Chang Lai changed the subject: "By the way, what's your name?" My name is Chang Lai, you can call me Brother Chang, you don't need to call me uncle. Chang Lai straightened the cloth tied on his head.

"Brother Chang, my name is Xu Yunting, you can call me Yunting."

As he spoke, the door was pushed open, and a handsome maid brought in a tray, a roast chicken, a plate of sauced meat, cucumber side dishes, a bowl of rice porridge, and a plate of steamed buns.

Changlai's eyes stared at the tray, his saliva was uncontrollably overflowing, and he almost cried excitedly, with a useless expression, it is estimated that he has never had it in his life.

"Thank you, girl, I'm not welcome." swallowed his saliva, and before the tray fell on the table, Chang Lai had already torn off a chicken leg, saw the bone in one bite, grabbed another steamed bun, and gnawed it on the left and right.

Xu Yunting and the maidservant were so surprised by his appearance that they almost petrified on the spot, not only did they eat too much, but he also ate fast, and the picture was like three times the speed, a gust of wind swept the clouds, and there was a pile of chicken bones left on the table.

"Chang, Brother Chang, are you full? Is it still to taste? Xu Yun, who was a little embarrassed, asked in Chang Lai's unrestrained burp.

"Honestly, I'm still a little hungry, hiccup." I rubbed my stomach with satisfaction, and popped out with a burp.

"Then you rest and let's start drawing." Xu Yunting walked to the back of the table and pulled out a shelf.

The maidservant only realized at this moment that she should have gone out a long time ago, so she ran out in a hurry, and when she crossed the threshold, she tripped a little, and it seemed that she was very frightened.

Chang Lai sat on a chair, still wearing the black rags, at least he kept his innocence, but he had a wooden expression, and he didn't dare to move except for his eyes rolling around.

Xu Yunting held up the pen decently, looked at him, looked at the drawing paper, and then drew a few more strokes, about half an hour, and the painting was done.

Xu Yun looked at his painting with satisfaction, and said to Chang Lai: "Brother Chang, come and see, how is my painting?" ”

Chang Lai rubbed his somewhat numb buttocks, and flicked his arms to the front of the easel.

"Damn, you came from Picasso." Looking at this painting with extraordinary proportions, strange painting style and rich colors, Chang Lai couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"What is Picasso, am I not good at drawing?" Xu Yun frowned suspiciously.

"No, no, Picasso is a great foreign painter, but he hasn't been born yet, ah no, he hasn't been famous yet, and I've been lucky enough to see his paintings, which are the same as yours." Chang Lai almost missed his mouth, so he quickly changed his words.

"Really, Brother Chang, do you think my paintings look like those painted by great painters? No one has ever said that I draw well, you are the first. Xu Yun smiled when he heard this, he was so excited that he almost hugged Chang Lai and kissed him, until this moment, Chang Lai saw an innocent smile on the face of this 4 or 5-year-old child.

Chang Lai slapped his ass again, and he didn't wear it for thousands of years, and he coaxed Xu Yun to the sky, and he was shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun at the moment.

Xu Yun immediately took the money and stuffed it in Chang Lai's hand, not two hundred Wen, but three hundred Wen, temporarily adding money, Chang Lai couldn't help but sigh, this money came, it was just happy and pleasant, and he also relied on his own ingenuity to get an additional tip, it seems that he has a lot of talent for sycophancy.

Farewell to Xu Yunting, Chang Lai carried three hundred texts, his mood was extremely inflated, and he swaggered through the market like a "big money", in the eyes of passers-by, he was like a wanderer with neuropathy, he didn't care about those, Lao Tzu had money in his pocket, and he was dragging it.

Bought noodles, bought oil and seasonings, bought vegetables and bought meat, Chang Lai read the kitchen of Shuqi, except for the cornmeal at the bottom of the noodle jar, there was nothing left, Chang Lai, who walked seven or eight miles with a weight, was tired like a dog and returned to the home of Shuqi.

As soon as he entered the house, he was feeding the little doll a nest of books, and the moment he looked up, he looked at the things in Chang Lai's arms in disbelief, and looked at Chang Lai's eyes, and couldn't help jumping in front of Chang Lai: "You bought noodles, it's white noodles, and oil, and you actually bought meat." The light in his eyes turned directly from black to green, snatched the noodles and meat, and then suddenly turned around and asked, "Yes...... Let's eat together, right? ”

After receiving a positive answer from Chang Lai, he rushed to the kitchen with a cheer.

Cabbage stew, lentil stew, cucumber stew, leek stew, looking at a table of meat dishes, and a pot of black and yellow dead noodles steamed buns, Chang Lai fell into deep thought.

He can understand both cabbage stew and lentil stew, but what the hell is this cucumber stew and leek stew? This is beyond the scope of his understanding, looking at the way the book and chess gobble, he often can't get off the chopsticks, not because of his incomprehension of these dishes, but a sadness wells up in his heart, making him really uncomfortable, plus the dead steamed bun looks like a stone, he is a little dizzy when he sees it.

After eating the book and chess for a while, I suddenly remembered the little doll on the kang, rushed over as fast as possible, picked up the doll and rushed back, chewing the sloppy vegetable residue and steamed bread residue in my mouth, and fed it one bite at a time.

"Eat it, it's delicious, you know, the meat bun you gave me yesterday was the first time I ate meat in half a year, and I was about to cry when it was delicious, but I couldn't bear it and didn't cry, I can't let you see that I'm not interested."

"Hmm." Chang Lai said lightly.

"yes, it's a female doll, I ...... I've checked, we'll ...... later. Raised her, didn't you? Speaking of this, Shuqi glanced at Chang Lai.