Yan Li's face showed a look of worry and anxiety.

"Brother Qin is not willing to teach it?" Yan Liben was a little frustrated. The technology now is precious. Who has good technology to hide it? Although he has already seen the trick, he regarded it as stealing without Qin Lang's consent. Yan Liben could not overcome the hurdle in his heart.

"Brother Yan is talking about it. I don't understand. Where does the teaching start? My thoughts are still inspired by Brother Yan." Qin Lang said as he carefully took Yan Liben's drawings and expanded them. He compared several drawings and began to point them to Yan Liben one by one. While pointing, he also explained to Yan Liben.

Yan Li didn't understand Qin Lang's intentions, so he quickly listened carefully, afraid of missing something.

"Brother Yan, look, is this plane close to me? I am so talented that I can't draw Brother Yan as thin as Brother Yan. In addition, this facade is the same. I just refer to Brother Yan's plane and combined with Brother Yan's general drawings, I am also limited by my talent and can only draw it like this. In addition, this section..." Qin Lang showed his perfect tongue. In short, one meaning was that he was inspired by Yan Li's drawings.

The master was a little confused. Is this really the case? It seems, but it seems, it is not. What is wrong? What is wrong? The house was silent for a moment.

...

"Brother Qin, Liben has a question to ask for advice." Yan Liben thought it through and thought it through after a while.

"Haha, Brother Yan, please say, I dare not take it if you ask for advice. I will discuss and learn from each other."

"Brother Qin, where did you learn the skills and skills of drawing pictures? Seeing that Brother Qin is not old, you have not practiced this craft for a few years. This straight line and this view will not be so exquisite and accurate." Yan Liben looked at Qin Lang with a smile on his face, waiting for the reply.

The play is revealed, and the play is revealed completely. He is determined to seduce the master, but the master is also extraordinary, Qin Lang thought so.

"Hey, Brother Yan said this. Since I followed Master Sun, I have been thinking about something when I have nothing to do, and I can draw it. Practice makes perfect. Didn't you see that I'm not used to brushes? It's also a habit to use this firewood stick." Fortunately, Qin Lang was smart and used the firewood stick to talk about it. Yan Liben was suspicious and believed it.

Fortunately, Wang Xuance and Qin Qiong are not here. Anyway, they are all boring and random thoughts in the mountains. If a few people meet each other, they may not ask: Is it a day in the mountains and a year outside the mountains?

"You must have a clear understanding of the painting method of Brother Yan. Brother Yan wants to use it as soon as he wants to. However, Brother Yan still wants Brother Yan to do it again. I will trouble Brother Yan." After Qin Lang said that, he bowed to Yan Liben.

"It's just a trivial matter, brother Qin, don't worry, Liben is also itchy, so he just tries to use this new way of painting." Yan Liben agreed readily.

"Little girl, tell me the food." Qin Lang immediately asked someone to arrange the food and pulled Yan Liben to the table again.

Unable to resist Brother Qin's enthusiasm, Master Yan got drunk again.

For the life of alcohol testing in later generations, beer is no longer a problem. Qin Lang is the kind of person who step on the box and can't get drunk. He just has a little belly fat. If he deals with some slurry, Qin Lang's alcohol capacity is enough.

...

In the sunset, there are two big, two small and three figures. The shadows behind them are getting old. The Jingyang River water is shimmering golden light, flowing slowly downstream. The white-haired poplars by the river have turned slightly yellow. Autumn has arrived. At this time, the white-haired poplars are bathed in the rays of sunset, golden. On the other side of the river, in the distance, whether it is the umac or the maple leaves, they have turned red, piece by piece, piece by piece, piece by piece, full of charm and beauty.

Since the old Taoist lived here, he had three people on his walk. At this time, no one from the young and old spoke, and they were all enjoying the beautiful scenery and the warmth of this moment.

...

"Little girl, what were you thinking just now? So I was so trance, I asked you several times before I could react." The sunset was setting and I was about to go back. The little girl didn't move. Qin Lang called a few times before following him. Then he asked the reason.

"No, young master, I didn't think of anything." The little girl replied in a low voice.

"The old man is here, I want to hear it too, let's talk about it, everyone wants to hear it." Qin Lang fooled the little girl under the guise of Sun Simiao.

"No, nothing, I miss Aye. Aye used to take me to see the scenery like this." The little girl said even more horrible.

Sun Simiao silently grabbed the little girl's jade hand and squeezed it into the palm of her hand, touching the little girl's hair.

"I won't say it anymore, be good girl, don't be sad." Sun Simiao comforted the little girl.

Qin Lang teased the little girl again and asked the little girl to bring up her sad things. She secretly scolded her for being mean, but her warm atmosphere was destroyed. Then she stopped talking and took the lead in walking towards Zhuangzi.

Looking at the bare fields, like weeds, and then looking at the withered and low-end wheat poles. After collecting wheat ears, Qin Lang felt a little lost and was thinking all the way.

"Old man, why don't you plant something in this field?" Qin Lang reacted and ignored a big thing, so he asked Sun Simiao.

"What are you planting? Boy, you don't have any grains and don't have diligent limbs. The temperature in the north is low in winter, and you will harvest one by one. This is a fixed number. Now, if you can't plant it, you can't pass the winter, isn't you wasting seeds in vain?" Sun Simiao said Qin Lang and explained patiently.

"Old man, don't you plant winter vegetables after the autumn harvest? Radish and ginger vegetables are fine. If you don't plant, what vegetables should you eat in winter?" Qin Lang didn't understand.

"That thing eats the field, but it cannot grow even after planting it. There are not many harvests. You can get crops one by one every year. After autumn, let the ground rest and nourish the soil. Put the fire in spring and burn the wheat poles into the soil. The land will be fatter next year and grow crops very well."

I understand that the ancients did not invent chemical fertilizers, and probably the method of composting in farmhouses was not very useful, and it might not be popularized. Anyway, everyone thinks that growing vegetables damages the power of the ground, so they leave the ground deserted.

I secretly remembered this matter. Qin Lang wanted to grow vegetables. He should not grow more or less. He also had to grow them. He could not eat meat every meal in winter, so he couldn't stand it! When he got back, he asked Butler Lu to arrange to plant a few acres of winter vegetables.

Back at the village, Qin Lang, who was idle, looked at the little girl who was busy and felt a little disgusted. Looking at the little girl who was about to pack up the rice paper and firewood sticks he had taken, suddenly had an idea and decided to make up for the little girl.

"Little girl, come here, take the things over, and light the light." Qin Lang began to direct the little girl.

The little girl obediently put down her things and lighted the light.

"Sit on that chair."

"Yes, lean your body back a little, raise your head and raise your chin a little, OK, keep this position and don't move. I will give you a surprise." Qin Lang directed the little girl to put on the light and pose, and the little girl did it one by one.
Chapter completed!