"Luo Hao, go out, talk to some villagers, and find out about Ye Xiaofan and his family."

Zhang Yao's eyes touched the humble and cowardly Luo Hao next to him.

Seeing him made me angry and waved my hand impatiently.

"Oh... Got it."

Luo Hao turned around, his expression gloomy.

Get out of the yard.

Luo Hao wandered around and sneaked to the outside of the village.

"Old Man Wan, I have a piece of information that you must be interested in.

"Information about the mysterious painter who won the first place in the Rising Cup, his identity and address. There should be many galleries looking for him now, right?"

Luo Hao looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then made a phone call.

Wan Quanqing, the bitter rival of Four Seasons Gallery and the owner of Yi Hua Xuan.

This old guy can poach some potential painters from Four Seasons Gallery, and Luo Hao's secret assistance is indispensable.

"Oh?! Who is that person and where is he now?" On the phone, the voice suddenly became sharp and then quickly suppressed.

"One million." Luo Hao smiled and said the number.

"Go away, I only offer 100,000!"

"You're going a little too far."

"90,000."

"no……"

"80000."

"100,000 is 100,000!" Luo Hao's face suddenly changed and he quickly stopped.

"I'm sorry, I'm only willing to pay 70,000 yuan now. I know that you and Zhang Yaoxian must have met with the painter, and may be talking about signing a contract.

"Unless Zhang Yao hides this person for the rest of his life, I will find him. Why should I be anxious?"

Wan Quanqing laughed teasingly, like an old fox who was sure to eat Luo Hao.

"You're cruel! The painter's name is Ye Xiaofan, from Taoyuan Village, Chujiang City, Southern Province... Just the same old way, just transfer the money to my sister's card."

Luo Hao wished he could kill this old guy.

The old fox is too cunning.

But to him, it doesn't matter. Anyway, if he can earn 70,000 yuan with one or two sentences, it's pretty good.

"Okay." Wan Quanqing smiled and hung up the phone.

…

evening.

The chickens and ducks returned to their cages, and the cattle munched alfalfa leisurely under the setting sun.

Ye Xiaofan used his spiritual rain to drain out the green wood energy in his body, and then he started painting leisurely and naturally.

The mood, state and environment are consistent, and it is easy to enter the state of freedom.

This time, I captured a hint of the sunset in Beishan.

Spiritual awareness is slightly enhanced.

Judging from the current number of times and the intensity of improvement, within a month, he should be able to enhance his spiritual consciousness by about 30%.

The by-product is the degree of understanding of natural artistic conception.

Art such as sketching, Chinese painting, oil painting or calligraphy are all carriers of artistic conception and charm.

The higher the meaning, the better the work, and the stronger the impact on the soul.

Ordinary people and masters and artists need inspiration, and the so-called writings are made by nature and by chance.

Without inspiration, it is difficult to produce good works.

But Ye Xiaofan won't have such troubles, the art of freedom is so magical.

As long as he captures the meaning, it will be imprinted on it, and as long as he masters it, he can reproduce countless high-level works.

The art of freedom is an ability that countless artists cannot imagine and dream of.

The gallery issue was forgotten by Ye Xiaofan.

He didn't care about signing the contract. He also knew that in painting, he might not be able to earn a high income in a short period of time, so there was no need to force it.

After going down the mountain, we passed by the village chief’s house.

Just arrived at someone's door.

"Awwww..." Fengya rushed into the yard.

Very skillfully, he dragged his two hind legs and crawled on his front legs, and sadly entered the old village chief's house.

"Fengya, you...what happened to your foot? Was it run over by a car? Call Xiaofan quickly."

The old village chief and his wife suddenly became worried, worried that something might happen to the dog.

They didn't know what to do and were very anxious for a while.

"This little bastard!"

Ye Xiaofan then walked in.

Fengya immediately stood up, shook his head at the old village chief and others, and jumped on the spot.

Look, you are being fooled!

There was a sense of pride that didn't deserve a beating.

Rather than food, it likes to see people's reactions after being cheated.

Often after being surprised, they would quickly laugh helplessly and go up to stroke its head.

"Xiao Fan is here?" The old village chief rubbed Fengya's head, "Why is it dragging its legs suddenly? Is it feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, this guy likes to lie to people like this lately."

"Ah? No way... It's better to take him to the hospital for a check-up, just in case." The old village chief poured the water while Feng Ya's mind was shocked.

"It's not impossible. When the time comes, I will give it two injections with a syringe and it will know it is afraid."

Ye Xiaofan was a little helpless.

Sharp fangs, prosperity, and wisdom.

Compared with Wangcai, who has a reserved and honest personality, this sharp fang is too troublesome.

If the behavior is serious, you can't beat it just because it's pretending to be lame?

People who have been deceived often think it is too cute.

It would be feasible to send him to the hospital and get two injections.

The old village chief poured a glass of water and handed it to Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan was just passing by and came over to chat and learn about the construction of the village road.

I heard that the Zhan family at Xibian had some objections and had a conflict with the construction workers.

"Small problem, who in the village doesn't know Lao Zhan's temperament? Even when the dung truck passes by his door, he has to take a spoonful to taste the salty and sweet taste.

"He wants to use some cement with the construction team to plaster the courtyard wall."

The old village chief was a little annoyed when he mentioned Lao Zhan.

"Lao Zhou, Lao Lin and I went to his house in the afternoon and scolded him severely.

"It's really not a joke. It's a good thing for the village to build roads. No one even paid a penny, but he still wants to cause damage."

The old village chief cursed, then waved his hand and said in a strong tone: "Xiaofan, you don't have to worry about these things.

"Lao Lin and I are watching. If we don't help, forget it. If we cause more trouble, we are the enemies of our village!

"I have organized a group of villagers to help build the road to some extent."

The old village chief talked about the actions of the village in the past two days.

Ye Xiaofan nodded, even his father was ready to help now.

“I saw that there are some large open spaces in the village, and we want to build a village activity square.

"We will get some children's slides and a basketball court then. Then we will start renovating the village committee building."

Ye Xiaofan casually talked about some ideas.

He plans to donate and build some public facilities.

The cooperative has not officially made a profit yet, so it is expected that the village committee or the villagers will raise funds to build some facilities.
To be continued...