The leather whip was painful on Yumei's body, and the stubborn Yumei painted and painted on the coarsely ground jade, over and over again.

The rice on the side has cooled into a lump of noodles, and Yumei doesn't take a bite.

It wasn't until about three o'clock in the morning that she fell asleep on the carving table tiredly, and had a dream that her mother kindly held herself in her arms and wiped away her sad tears ......for herself.

In the morning, Feng Changshui walked in, picked up the horse painted on the jade material, swallowed his saliva, and gently put it down, without alarming the sleeping jade sister, and walked out with a blue face.

At noon, when Feng Changshui came in with the leather whip again, Yumei had already polished the jade horse in a good shape, and put it together with Feng Changshui's jade horse, which gave him a little more aura, and the leather whip that Feng Changshui was about to raise could no longer be lifted.

Yumei carved the same jade horse one after another repeatedly, both in terms of speed and appearance.

The outline of the horse was firmly imprinted in her mind, so she tried to save this extra painting work, carved directly, and made up her mind to start polishing, until a nondescript jade piece could no longer be polished perfectly, Feng Chang was furious, jumped like thunder, raised his slap and slapped Yu Mei's face, a blood stain slowly flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and pulled Yu Mei's hair, pulled over the stool, Yu Mei fell to the ground heavily, and the cruel leather whip fell countless times.

Feng Changshui gasped, and after the whipping, he was still angry, and then went up and kicked viciously three times. Yumei struggled to get up, carefully selected a piece from the pile of waste jade, stumbled up the stool, sat on it and began to grind.

Feng Changshui dropped the leather whip, walked out weakly, squatted on the ground and firmly grabbed his long hair with ten strong fingers and lowered his head, crying in extreme pain, suppressed, and convulsed, looking so helpless; So helpless.

At night, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and there was a dead silence in the wild, Yumei sat alone outside the shed, crying: "Mother——, where are you?" Mother——, why are you hiding from your daughter——, woo woo ....... ”

Yumei finally understood the importance of carving jade pieces. To master the art of composition, according to the size of the space drawn, find the highest point, the lowest point, the rightmost point, the leftmost point, the size and proportion of an object, the position on the picture, and the relationship between the front and back should be accurately found.

Find the midpoint, use the vertical and horizontal lines, and compare the measurements. She gradually figured out the essentials of painting, she is not limited to painting horses, seeing chickens, dogs, pigs, trees and flowers, she will be very serious to paint on the ground, painted on paper, this technique Feng Changshui did not teach her at all, in order to endure less whipping, Yumei's carving skills are improving day by day, sometimes Feng Changshui is secretly surprised, but never smiles and praises Yumei's excellence.

Feng Changshui was just eager to teach all his skills to Yumei as soon as possible.

His face became more and more ugly, and at night, it was almost difficult for him to sleep, and late at night he was seen still wandering around the jade carving shed, sometimes squatting, sometimes bending over, looking very painful and anxious.

During the day, he still stared at Yumei strictly, and shook the leather whip with a bang, a loud sound, which scared Yumei so much that she didn't dare to come out, and she had to complete one carving task after another.

"Today's twenty carvings, I want a lot of carvings for me," Feng Changshui stood there with a cold expression: "I can't finish it, or I can't do it well, you know the taste of a leather whip." ”

Then, Feng Changshui walked out of the village along the main road.

The little bean in the village sneaked over, stood on tiptoe, poked his head out of the fence and looked in, staring with wide eyes and curiosity.

Yumei didn't notice the slightest in the noise of the grinding wheel, she just buried her head in the work in her hands, she wanted to finish grinding and go out to play early.

It's already noon, and Yumei still hasn't stopped what she is doing.

Little Beanzi turned to look at the sun in the sky, scratched her hair, rolled her eyes, and ran home like a smoke.

Xiaodouzi rushed into the door, stopped his steps suddenly, walked over timidly, folded a bag with the leaves of the paulownia tree, and handed it to the carving table, Yumei was startled, turned around and saw Xiaodouzi running away like an arrow again.

Yumei uncovered the leaves of the paulownia tree, and the two hot oil buns were fragrant, and the yellow frost made people drool when they looked at it.

Yumei looked at Xiaodouzi's back and smiled sweetly, didn't wash her hands, took a bite of the leaves, and happily began to grind again.

No friends have ever looked for themselves, and the arrival of Xiaodouzi surprised and delighted her, thinking about Xiaodouzi's stupid appearance, Yumei felt more joy in her heart.

Yumei was shocked, hurriedly dropped the jade material in her hand, and hurriedly chased out, but she didn't see Xiaodouzi everywhere, the more anxious she looked, looked at the carving table, and then looked outside, hesitated, and finally she reluctantly walked to the carving table and began to grind the jade pieces, she was worried that Xiaodouzi would meet her father again, and her father's temper would kill Xiaodouzi, she had to do everything she could to tell Xiaodouzi not to come here to play with herself.

She was so preoccupied that she didn't have the heart to polish at all, and when her fingers were accidentally cut by the grinding wheel, the bright red blood instantly stained the water in the sink.