When you sign in at the factory, Xiao Hei is handed over to the section chief. Not to mention that the section chief has been taking Xiao Hei with him wherever he goes these past few days. Now most people in the factory know about it.

Projectionist Xu Damao raised a dog and asked Section Chief Zhang of the Publicity Department to help train it. The dog was trained very well and was very well-behaved.

Xu Damao drank tea, smoked and read for a day.

After getting off work in the afternoon, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, I saw He Yuyu waiting.

"Xu Damao, you are back."

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you would help me draw a portrait?"

"Are you going to prepare paper or use my paper?"

"I bought two pieces of A4 paper. The quality is very good."

"Then wait for me. I'll buy a picture folder. My original picture folder is too small to be used."

"Then hurry up."

"immediately"

When I returned to the yard after shopping, my dear, the backyard was full of people.

"What is this for?"

The third uncle first asked: "Da Mao, I heard that your paintings are more beautiful than the photos, right?"

"Don't mention the third uncle, there are no good-looking photos. The photos don't last long, so it's hard to save them."

"The cost is high and the speed is slow. I can only draw two paintings a day and I feel dizzy."

No matter what they mean, block the road first, otherwise people will come to you every day to draw, and you won't be able to survive that day.

"How high is the cost, higher than taking photos?"

"To sum it up, this is a thing. Color pens cost 2 yuan per box, and you can probably draw two pictures. If the clothes are the same color, you won't be able to draw well on both. As for paper, A4 paper usually costs 2 cents a piece."

"The storage time is even shorter, and it will be ruined at the sight of water or moisture. Unless you make a frame and seal it well to prevent it from being directly exposed to the sun. If you do all this, the storage time will be half the time of the photo."

After hearing this, more than half of the people dispersed in the yard. They only had pencils and other things, and asked Xu Damao to help draw some pictures.

Upon hearing the cost, everyone knew that there was no bargain to be gained. In addition, they could only paint two paintings a day at most, and there were several big men in front of them.

If it's not your turn, you might as well go home for dinner and "beat" your wife!

The rest is just for fun.

You don't need to think about this to know that He Yuyu yelled at him to leave. This feeling of being forced to open a business is really uncomfortable.

"Everyone, you are busy, I will go home and wash it, get a feel for it, and I will help with the rain painting."

"Da Mao, do you still need to cultivate your senses when painting?"

"You have to ask about this, Mr. Third. Works that don't cultivate feelings have no soul. During the normal Chinese New Year, Mr. Third helps write couplets. Doesn't it take a few days to find the feeling?"

"Yes, the same calligraphy and painting, there is a big difference between feeling and not feeling. You see, I write couplets for everyone and just brush a few strokes. In fact, I have to adjust my feelings, which is very tiring!"

The third uncle was on the side, bragging to himself.

"You guys talk first, I'm going back."

Now everyone is basically gone. Who knows when people will feel it?

He Yuyu quit: "Xu Damao, you promised to give me a portrait."

"Well, when I find a good feeling, you don't want me to paint you as ugly, right?"

After saying that, he ignored no one and went home directly.

The deaf old lady called He Yuyu and returned to the house.

When the old lady entered the room, she said: "Cook and eat, girl, I can't finish painting today."

"Old lady, Xu Damao promised to paint it for me today. He will come over as soon as he feels the mood."

"Haha, you! Just wait."

I waited until the lights came on at Xu Damao's house and then turned them off, but I didn't see Xu Damao adjusting to his condition.

He Yuyu was angry: "Old lady, isn't Xu Damao teasing me? He promised me in the morning, and now he's like this? Isn't this making fun of me? I asked my brother to beat him up."

"Don't go"

"Why is he coaxing me to play? I took a special leave and bought the paper, and he just played with me like this."

The deaf old lady said: "I promised to help you draw, but look what you are doing."

"Such a painting skill cannot be mastered within a few years or even longer. But who in our courtyard knew that Xu Damao could paint?"

"What does this mean? This child is afraid of trouble, especially if he has to pay for this kind of money, he still won't get into trouble."

"Now that you are here, everyone in the world will know about it. How can they not be angry? I have restrained myself by not scolding you on the spot."

"You! You really have no brain at all. Think about it yourself."

He Yuyu was stunned on the spot...

Early the next morning, Xu Damao went out earlier than anyone else in the yard.

He Yuyu, this silly girl, was known all over the world for her propaganda.

If there are more than 100 people in the yard, all of whom are looking for him to paint, then I can't live my life well.

Whether you have money or not is a trivial matter, but your free time is gone.

Even if I did two pictures a day as I said, I would be out in two months.

If something happens in the middle, if you don't help arrange the paintings, you will definitely be scolded secretly.

I am crazy to take this job for myself.

If someone gets married or helps draw a picture for someone's birthday, it's a trivial matter, but the whole poultry farm is thinking that I want to take advantage of it.

This is unacceptable.

Isn't it fun to go fishing for Liang Ladi in these two months? I might be able to have sex in two months.

I continue to practice Buddhism at work. If I don’t have a task, I won’t be able to move.

I waited until after get off work time, holy shit! I don’t want to go home, the heat in the yard won’t go away today. I’ll be annoyed to death when I go back.

I went to drink with my classmates and friends, but I didn’t want to go.

By the way, go look for saplings. The space river is still empty. Let's see if we can plant some fruit trees.

There are a lot of mulberry trees by the river. I'll look around and see if I can transplant a tree.

If it works, I can eat fruits without taking up farm land.

Since it was still early, Xu Damao specialized in picking up and transplanting a tree in a place with few people. If there was too much movement, he picked the tree and waited until dark to start.

After choosing a tree, I read a book next to it. When it gets dark, I take out the shovel and dig.

After digging it out, move the tree to the space. The robot has already dug the hole, directly puts the tree in, fills it with soil, wateres it, and we all work together.

Then the tree died and withered directly...

Holy shit! I’ve been busy for a long time in vain.

It was getting dark and there was no one around, so Xiao Hei and I ate on the spot, treating it like a picnic.

Get a few bottles of cold beer, share a roast chicken with Xiao Hei, and have a full meal.

It was still early, less than 10 o'clock, and looking at the starry sky, I felt inspired by poetry. After thinking about it for a long time, I still said "Holy shit"!

If you're depressed, just drink some. It's really hard to be alone in a semi-strange world.

You can't indulge, you don't dare to sing loudly, and even when you tease a little girl, you have to pinch a lot of it.

Alas, I don’t dare to waste my time. I just follow the times and the plot honestly. Stability comes first. Even the deputy commander and the general were caught in the storm later.

I'm still trying to be a little bit more cautious.

I was so drunk that I took Xiao Hei home.

No matter what time it is, you can go back when you want and draw when you want. Who can force yourself to do it?
Chapter completed!