After figuring out what Huang Daoran was going to do, ten thousand grass-rooted horses rushed past Sangbai's heart.

At this moment, Sangbai thought to himself: Old man, you are too bored. You have nothing to do in the morning to compete with a group of people in their twenties to sketch the place?

In fact, sketching early in the morning is not a good idea.

Because the sunlight in the morning changes quickly, the light has already changed since you started writing. The sun is in the east in the morning, and by noon you have not finished painting, the sun has reached the top of your head.

Knowing that the old man was having fun on his own, Sang Bai was a little stunned and said a few words and turned around and left.

As soon as Sang Bo left, several comics breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Daoran smiled and said, "Are you afraid of him?"

"I'm afraid of it, but I'm very nervous. That's the big boss," said a young man.

"Just because of the big boss, you see him like a mouse seeing a cat? How brave do I think you are?" Huang Daoran said disdainfully.

"Of course you don't have to be afraid of him anymore, he won't pay you a salary," another young man said with a smile.

The old man is very tough. He never admits his timidity when he was criticized before. Even if you pay him a salary, he will still scold you if you feel uncomfortable.

However, the current law has not shown it to young people, which makes the old man feel a little deficient.

Another young man said: "We are afraid that he has something. In fact, it is mainly because he thinks that the boss is too powerful. It is rare for some people to create a famous work in their entire lives. But he is the devil. Every year, a new comic is done by the character setting and the book is sold by one person. The book is best-selling. Who can compare with this skill? Even Mr. Fengwei said that he is the first and last god-level cartoonist in the history of world comics..."

"Is that right?" Huang Daoran curled his lips: "It's just like that."

Huang Daoran actually admires Sang Bo in his heart.

But you can't say it at this time. You have to find a topic and talk about it next. If he whispers a few more times, then everyone will praise Sangbai together next?

As for it!

The old man didn't think there was any distinction between high and low in people, nor did he think that he was famous now and was known as a master outside of him, so he looked down on this and that person.

He always felt that he was a person and was not much different from others, otherwise he would not have come to compete with these children every day for the position.

Also, the old man will not hide his likes and dislikes. For example, when selling paintings and buying courtyards in the past, it would be a bit disgusting to ordinary people, but the old man said it generously and talked freely.

People are like their paintings, which is why Sang Bai likes the old man. Without this, it would be impossible for the old man to rent a small courtyard in Liushu Village.

"It's already difficult to draw a style, but this person almost has one work and one style, so this is a masterpiece."

Several young people are obviously fans of the Demon King. When it comes to Sang Bai's creation stories, they are full of surprises, and some of them are more fabricated.

Promotion is like this, and it’s all good to be said.

Huang Daoran asked: "I have seen people, and you must have read the works. Now I feel that they are still the same as before? Let me tell you this, in fact, people have one nose and two eyes. No one is much better than anyone else. If you have a few decades of strength, you will still be a piece of loess? You are still young and have a long road in the future. If you persist and work tirelessly, you will eventually surpass him one day."

"I hope it's up."

Although young people are energetic, they feel that they can surpass Sang Bo and surpass the achievements of the comics he created, and they have no confidence at all.

Let alone them, as long as all the cartoonists in the world are not arrogant, they do not have the courage to say this.

People are creating, Comrade Sangbai is copying, can it be compared? Unless some of these people go back to another time and space twenty years ago.

Waiting for the sun to heat up, a group of people retreated.

Huang Daoran carried his painting box on his back, and was so happy that he hummed a little song like an old fox who had stole a chicken and returned home.

After entering the small yard, I put the painting box into the west wing room, and returned to the main hall.

"Old woman, old woman!"

After shouting twice, no one at home agreed. After searching for a while, I found that there was no one at home. Then I knew that my wife must have gone out to sneak out again.

Not only Huang Daoran lives here comfortably, but the old lady is also happy to live here. She is about the same age as the old lady, and she is making shoes and so on. She is interesting and passes the time. She chats with a group of old sisters. She is much better than being stuck at home.

The old lady was playing here, and when she heard the old man's voice coming from there, she immediately put down her work.

"Our old man is back, I have to go back and have a look."

"Then you go back quickly. The older this man is, the more he looks like a child he can't grow up. He can't live without people!"

"yes!"

"Isn't that true!"

After a while of echoing, the old lady returned to her yard, and followed her happily with the little black dog that the old man had just bought.

The old man named the little black dog Carbon Strip. Firstly, it was this little thing, and secondly, the carbon Strip was also a tool for painting, which was a very good name.

Of course, it is much more meaningful than the names of people like Lu Qingyao and the like.

The villagers are considered to be half a dozen of digits from Sang Bai in terms of naming, and they are not creative.

When the old lady returned to her yard, she saw the old man squatting under the porch frame, gnawing on the watermelon and asked, "What are you asking me to do?"

"It's okay, it just depends on whether you are at home or not. Come and eat a melon!"

"Which family did you pick it?" asked the old lady.

Huang Daoran said, "Which family picked it? Do I look so much like a thief?"

"I have picked melons several times, but you still have the nerve to mention them?" The old lady couldn't say about her husband.

Few people were willing to sell the things grown by the villagers of Liushuzhuang because they couldn't sell them for a lot of money.

Although the vegetables in Liushuzhuang are delicious and the water and sweetness of the fruits are high, you can't sell them at the price. People here would rather not eat them than spend a cent more and buy fruits with the same weight.

It’s not that they don’t want to eat, but that the money in their pockets is not allowed to do this. As for transporting it to the county town or the city, it will be more troublesome. If you take some money here and pay a fee there, it’s better not to worry about it and go directly to the factory to work an extra hour.

According to national statistics, at this time, the average annual income of urban population was 1,387 yuan, and the per capita income of farmers was 630 yuan.

Does it sound pretty good?

But when you think about it carefully, if you did not reach this average income in 2020, you will know that if you fall into the lives of ordinary people, you will have to pay a few discounts on the average money.

Anyway, Sangbai was dragged down at that time, and the average person reported was 11,000 yuan per person. Sangbai was a small temporary worker at the bottom of the house, and 4,000 yuan a month.

The food is not sold at a high price, and it is time-consuming.

Therefore, almost all vegetable gardens are open to everyone, but because every family has them and every family grows them, it is not a bad thing to see someone's melon when you walk, and it is not a bad thing to pick one by one.

"This watermelon was given by Yanping. On the way back, he happened to meet him. He dragged more than ten melons on Sanbengzi and picked one." Huang Daoran said as he stuffed a piece of melon into his wife's hand.

The old lady took a bite of the melon and praised it: "It's better than the one in the imperial capital."

"This is the ripe melon picked from the fields. No matter what melons sold in the city are, they are picked and transported to the place and cooked. Can they be compared with the ones here?" Huang Daoran said.

In addition to being pure and beautiful, Liushu Village also has the taste of these vegetables, fruits and melons and melons. The fresh vegetables are much better than those bought in the city's vegetable market.

Take the simplest persimmons (tomatoes) as an example. The egg flower soup cooked from the persimmons here and the vegetable market bought two flavors. One is naturally sour and sweet, and the other cannot remove the flavor of green soaking no matter how hard it is.

The old couple didn't ask. If they asked about Sangbai, Sangbai would definitely tell them that these are two varieties. Not to mention being transported to the vegetable market, they rotted halfway. The vegetable market sold a variety specially cultivated. It was picked half-green and not red and was red and smooth when placed on the vegetable market, and the skin was not damaged.

"If you have nothing to do, I will go to work."

"The shoes are not ready yet?" Huang Daoran asked.

The old lady said, "You have just gotten your foundation. You are preparing to go online today. Don't worry. It will take at most two or three days to put your thousand-layer cloth shoes on your feet."

"That's good," Huang Daoran said.

The elderly in the village now like thousands of layers of cloth shoes, not just to wear them comfortably.

After wearing leather shoes, the older generation returned to traditional cloth shoes after wearing them for a few years. So the old ladies returned to their old business and put on the soles to make cloth shoes.

When making cloth shoes, you must have to paste the bottom. The bottom is to use special batter to mount the cloth head layer by layer on the table. After one layer is pasted, the other layer is pasted. After the thickness is satisfactory, it is dried and then put it with thick threads. After completion, you will see a circle of threads on the soles. If you care about it, you will sew a layer of rubber bottom on it.

Now the old lady has just finished the soles, and there are still a few days left before she can make her shoes.

In this way, the upper and soles are tightened with thread to form a thousand-layer cloth shoe. It is breathable and sweat-absorbing, and it is more comfortable than any shoe.

After eating the melon, the old lady went to make shoes happily with the old sisters.

Huang Daoran finished eating the melon, wiped his mouth, entered the west wing and started painting. This was a habit that the old man had developed over the years. Even when he was criticized and criticized, he did not give up, and naturally he would not know much about it now.

Huang Daoran and Sang Bai Xiaori were both comfortable here, and only Lu Qingyao looked at several puppies in his yard and was worried because he asked around today and sent out three dogs, so he would choose the best one.

The rest are either ordinary appearance or too handsome. The worst one is not just a hunting dog, let alone being a hunting dog, and it is a problem to see the house.

"How can I send it out?" Lu Qingyao held his chin and thought.

Lu Xiaoyu said at this time: "Dad, just send two to the factory over there, just look at the door or something!"

"Yes!"

Lu Qingyao patted his legs.
Chapter completed!