After Yan Shu finished painting, she turned around and saw Mi Gu's appearance, and said with a smile: "How about it, you like it! Can I teach you how to paint?"
Mi Gu saw how easy it was to draw wild beasts in the forest with just a few strokes, so he proudly said, "I don't need you to teach me how to draw. I'm really good at it."
Yan Shu smiled coquettishly and said, "Then come and take a look at the painting."
As he said that, he spread out another piece of paper and took a pen to draw for her.
Mi Gu was not afraid. She held the pen and thought about the way Yan Shu painted just now. She started painting, and it was done in just a few strokes. It was just that the paintings she drew were weird and did not look like what she thought at all. But she was still very happy.
, picked up the painting he drew and flew to Daddy's side, and said proudly: "Daddy, Daddy, look at the painting I drew, does it look good?"
What the hell is this painting about?
Gong Liang looked at the white paper with a few black dots, three or five circles, and a black line running straight down. He really didn't know how to evaluate it.
Secretly looking at Yan Shu, I saw her snickering behind her, and Yan Jingshu, with a smile in her eyes. Yan Yushu was busy practicing calligraphy with her pen, and was not aware of the situation here.
"Well, tell me what you drew, dad didn't see it."
After looking at it for a long time, Gongliang still couldn't guess what was drawn on the paper, so he had to ask.
When Migu heard what Daddy said, he flapped his wings, swung his tail, pointed at the painting on the paper and said: "Daddy, these are mountains, these are trees, and these are beasts. Look, I'm so awesome!"
It's so awesome, so awesome that I can't even tell what the painting is.
Gong Liang cursed in his heart, and praised: "Our Mi Gu is the best, but if you want to draw, you should learn from Yan Shu. The more you learn, the more beautiful your paintings will be."
"Yeah, daddy, I will definitely draw beautiful pictures."
The little guy seemed to be really interested in painting. He would peek behind Yanshu whenever he had free time, but he didn't study seriously. In the end, the things he painted were not similar at all, but they were similar in spirit and had a bit of abstract style.
Seeing that it was almost noon, the spiritual pets outside could not wait any longer and shouted loudly: "Yuangungun, Migu, are you awake?"
For a while, animals roared and birds chirped, making it very lively.
Yuan Gungun, who was sleeping on the animal fur, woke up immediately when he heard the sound.
Migu even flapped his wings and flew out.
These guys just came yesterday, why did they come here again today? The public servant felt strange, so he went out to take a look. Even the three sisters of the Yan family couldn't help but go out. When they went outside, they looked down through the wall and saw the outside of the valley.
There were spiritual pets lying on the cliff, and there was a group of people talking and chatting next to it.
Seeing so many good friends coming over, Migu flew out and asked, "Why are you here?"
It's not surprising that she was curious, these spiritual pets came regularly, usually once every few days, but rarely every day.
"We want to listen to Gongliang's story." Meier said, standing on the head of the white lion.
Gong Liang heard this in the city and said, "We'll talk about it after lunch."
All the spiritual pets had no choice but to continue waiting.
After lunch, Gongliang slowly walked out of the valley with Migu and the others. When he came to the wall, Gongliang took out a makeshift table and a chair, and also took out a piece of gavel and a handful of makeshift white knives.
Feather fan made of goose feathers.
"Snapped"
Gongliang sat on a chair, holding a feather fan, picked up the gavel tree and patted it hard, saying: "From today on, we will tell stories every fifth day, and practice at other times. Don't make any noise here again."
The spiritual pet heard the words and nodded quickly.
It was a blessing that Gongliang could tell them stories. How could they disturb his practice?
"Now that everyone knows, I'll start talking.
Last time, I mentioned that Da Jinya knew a professor who specialized in investigating and studying antiquities, and they often communicated with each other.
In the mortal dynasty in the book, there was a king who purged dissidents for violating the ban on writing or using writing to fabricate, which caused the professor's work to come to a halt. Fortunately, after the death of this king, the teaching work was resumed.
In recent years, the investigation of antiquities has reached its peak, and a large number of ancient tombs and ruins have surfaced.
Exchanges and transactions related to the collection of antiquities are also extremely popular. All kinds of tomb robbing gangs, large and small, have taken advantage of the news and dug up mounds of soil whenever they saw it, especially in Shaanxi, Hebei, Hunan and other places, and it is likely to become more and more intense."
When Gongliang talked about ghosts blowing out lamps, he didn't just copy it from the book. Sometimes he had to translate it.
There is no other way. If we copy the records in the previous life book, some things will definitely be incomprehensible. Fortunately, although the translation is messy, the plot of the story remains unchanged.
A group of spiritual pets listened very carefully to Gong Liang's story, for fear of missing every plot point.
Migu sat next to him, flapping his wings happily, his daddy is so awesome.
Yuan Gun was lying on the other side. Normally, he would sleep on his stomach, but now he was sitting on the ground, listening with his eyes wide open. It seemed that the stories told by Gong Liang deeply attracted him.
There is a group of people beside the spiritual pet.
Some of these people are spiritual pet owners, and some come to join in the fun. Now all of them are attracted and obsessed with the stories told by Gongliang.
"The feeling of escaping from death step by step in the depths of the desert is not easily experienced by people living in a normal environment. Since then, Hu Bayi has developed a habit of drinking water at home, no matter how big the cup is. Drink every drop in one breath."
"Snapped"
"Okay, the first volume of Ghost Blowing Lantern ends here."
The gavel that Gongliang took hard photos of frightened some timid pets.
Meier asked fearfully: "Gonggongliang, are there any more down there?"
"Yes, there are many more. The next volume is Longling Labyrinth. That volume is more terrifying. Don't come here if you are timid!"
"I'm not a coward, I have to come." Bai He held back his trembling body and puffed out his chest.
"I'm not timid either."
"I'm not timid either."
After hearing Gongliang's words, all the pets expressed their fear of being looked down upon and said that they were not afraid at all and would definitely come again next time. But they didn't know whether they were really not afraid or pretending not to be afraid.
Gongliang ignored them and returned to the valley after telling the story.
Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun didn't leave and started exchanging things with their good friends.
Not long after Gongliang returned to the valley, he saw the deserter who had gone out in the morning come back with a group of Dayan girls. At a glance, there were more than a dozen people. Only a few of them were members of the Fuxiong tribe, and the others were low-ranking people. And women from the wild tribe.
Gong Liang raised his eyebrows when he saw it. Didn't this guy ask him to invite people over to cook? Why did he bring so many people here?
"Sir, the bear girl from the Fuxiong tribe is here, but there are a lot of people."
Huang Ren pointed at the leading girl in shame and said.
After he found the bear girl from Fukuumabu and told her that he wanted to invite her to cook, the eyes of this group of people were as bright as the moon. They pushed him to the valley without even giving him a chance to finish his words.
When a Xiong Zhuang girl saw Gong Liang, she stepped forward and pushed Huangren away, and asked in a rough voice: "Dayan people, if I can really eat enough by cooking here, can I still get the spiritual grain?" "
"Yes, but there are too many of you. I only need two or three to cook here."
"We are together and cannot be separated. Since we are all desolate people, we don't need the spiritual grain, as long as it can fill our stomachs, what do you think?"
When the deserted man heard this, he opened his mouth to speak, but under the gaze of a group of girls, he did not dare to say a word.
Gongliang didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to, so he nodded and said, "That's okay, you can cook in the valley from now on."
"Dayan people, don't worry, our cooking will definitely be delicious." The bear girl from Fuxiong Department said boldly, patting her chest.
Gongliang asked the deserter to take them to find a place to stay. The deserter opened his mouth to speak, but was kicked by a strong girl from behind and almost fell to the ground. He did not dare to say anything anymore and led the way away obediently.
While eating, Gongliang took a look and his eyes almost jumped out of his head.
Because these girls were so good at eating, and they hadn't eaten in many lifetimes, they kept eating bucket after bucket. Seeing their stomachs swelling little by little as if they were pregnant for ten months, he was afraid that their stomachs would explode.
At this rate, the food in the warehouse won't be enough for them to last for several days.
Under such circumstances, it was a waste to let them eat the high-grade spiritual grains. Gongliang quickly ran to the warehouse to put away the high-grade spiritual grains, put the low-grade spiritual grains in the space, and also stored some pickled fish, pickled monster meat, and various seafood.
Dried vegetables, pickled vegetables and the like would be enough for them to eat for a while.
When these things are finished, the valley will almost be able to harvest the next season's food, which will be enough for self-sufficiency, and he doesn't need to worry anymore.
Mi Gu, Yuan Gungun, and Xiao Xiangxiang exchanged not only spiritual stones with the spiritual pets, but also herbs, ores, and delicacies brought back by the spiritual pets from various places.
In addition to food, Mi Gu, Yuan Gunwan, and Xiao Xiangxiang would give Gongliang whatever they got in exchange.
Gongliang planted the useful elixirs in the space, took the useless elixirs to the sect in exchange for needed elixirs, and threw the ores directly into the small black pool to be decomposed.
According to the decomposition ability of the small black pool, the purest material can be obtained after the ore is decomposed, which is better than what can be obtained by smelting in a furnace.
Although Yuan Gungun and Gong Liang had an agreement beforehand, the spiritual stones obtained in exchange needed to be divided.
But the cautious Yuan Gungun secretly hid some of them, so that he didn't have many spirit stones for Gongliang. Xiao Xiangxiang also followed the same example. Only Mi Gu honestly handed over all the spirit stones to Dad, but how could Gongliang take them all from the little guy?
I usually just take some things and leave a lot for her. I also give her a lot of delicious food in private.
The little guy was so happy that his tail almost broke. She loved daddy the most.
With the Gongliang gathering on the "Five" day, in the future, the days when the spiritual pets will gather will be changed to the "Fifth" day of each month, that is, the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth. There are only three days in each month, so there is no need to
Get rid of the troubles of all the spiritual pets, and earn some spiritual stone flowers at the same time. It can be said that you can achieve multiple things with one stone.
Because more and more spiritual pets and people gathered each time, over time, a market for free trading was formed outside the valley.
Most of the people setting up the stalls are disciples of the sect, and they sell a wide variety of things.
Seeing so many people, Gongliang thought about writing his story into a book and selling it. But writing was too tiring. He also thought about carving it into jade slips and selling them, but carving jade slips would easily make people nervous. Thinking about it,
Go and get rid of this matter.
Although he failed to write the story into a book or carve it into jade slips to sell, he thought of another business, that is, making food.