Chapter 24 Wife’s body is too weak

Author: Zhang Shangan

Chapter 24 Wife’s body is too weak

When it comes to studying, you need money.

It would be a good idea to rely entirely on Wanqing hunting to make money, but... Hongdou felt that it didn't fulfill her purpose.

It happened that she thought about the pot business.

He asked Wan Qing: "Ms. sir, can you help me arrange the pot?"

Making pots is not just about picking up a load and selling them on the street.

But you have to make some preparations.

"I want to get a small cart with a stove, so that the food can be simmered in the pot all the time. Not only can it keep the heat, but it can also make the food softer and more delicious. My husband, can you help me think of some ideas?"

As she said that, Hongdou took the branch and wrote and drew on the ground.

After a while, a simple version of the trolley was drawn.

When Wan Qing saw it, his face was filled with shock: "My wife still has such skills? This painting..." It's not that it looks like it, but that he has never seen this kind of painting before!

He also saw a few calligraphy and paintings at Wan Yanhai's place. Of course, he couldn't see the good or bad. He just thought that the painting should be like that. He couldn't understand what the painting was. After all, mountains are not mountains and water is not.

water.

But the painting of my daughter-in-law...

"Daughter-in-law, are you a painter?"

He can understand everything he draws!

Hongdou blushed. What kind of painter is she? She can draw some simple drawings and has some sketching skills. She is not a master. It can only be said that she is a hobby and can only draw.

However, she may still have some talent. Friends say her paintings are very spiritual.

There is just one thing, maybe due to financial strength, no matter how spiritual he is, he has not been refined or cultivated, and he can only be regarded as a low-level wild painter.

Just draw and draw casually, it will not reach the hall of elegance, and it will not be passed down for generations.

As for the design drawing of this trolley, she actually didn't know how to do it, but there was a ready-made design drawing in the system, so she just copied it.

Wan Qing didn't know all this, so she said she was a painter.

Hongdou blushed and said vaguely: "What kind of painter? He just paints casually."

Then she looked at him and said, "Mr. sir, can you think of a way to help me get rid of this car?"

"Well~" Wan Qing touched his chin, "It shouldn't be difficult, but it's a pity. If I had known you could draw, wife, just draw on paper and I'll ask dad to do it for you."

"Dad?" Hongdou asked curiously: "Dad, can you still do this?"

"Hmm, Dad can do anything. This car is not difficult." After saying this, Wan Qing held Hongdou's hand and said, "Come on, let's go home now and let Dad help with it."

"Okay." Hongdou nodded.

The way down the mountain is very convenient.

Wan Qing was carrying a big package and wanted to hold Hong Dou.

Hongdou refused directly, hug?

Does she still want to be embarrassed?

Do you still want to hang out in the village?

So I opened Wanqing's hand and walked away numbly.

Even when she was walking, maybe she was feeling unwell. If you look closely, there were still some problems.

Wan Qing's eyes darkened.

'I have to let my wife have more bubbles in the future, and by the way...'

Wan Qing felt that he had to take the time to go to the town drugstore to buy some medicine to support his health. 'My wife's body is too weak.'

After about a quarter of an hour, Hongdou and Wanqing finally arrived at the door of their house.

By this time it was almost getting dark.

Looking at the sky, Hong Dou still felt a little guilty. She and Wan Qing had... been hanging out all day?

shy.

All the children rushed over and asked questions, including Xiao Dou Bao, who hadn't seen his big sister all day, and couldn't help but let Hong Dou hug her when they saw her.

Then he threw himself into her arms, and Hong Dou hugged her. Xiao Dou Bao hummed and couldn't help but put his hands around Hong Dou's neck until he pulled her clothes.

"It's red, it's red, Doubao, blow it for your sister, blow it for your sister."

"boom!"

Hongdou's face turned red, and the villain in his heart couldn't help but yell: 'Wanqing!'

Her neck...

He quickly put down the little Dou Bao and tidied up his clothes: "Dou Bao is big, so don't hug him anymore. Let's go by ourselves."

Little Dou Bao still hummed, but fortunately he was still an obedient child, and finally refused to let his elder sister be hugged when he saw this.

All of this happened in the middle of an electric fire. Fortunately, no one noticed it. Only Wan Qing saw Xiao Doubao's hand, and his eyes couldn't help but turn black.

'Little bastard.'

After seeing Doubao, he suddenly felt that having a child now was not a particularly good thing.

Hongdou noticed his expression, her face was a little angry, she glared at him and quickly took Wudou and Azi to cook together. Wanqing smiled with the corner of his mouth raised, and then went directly to find the old man.

She didn't know what she said to him, but after a while Wan Qing called Hong Dou over and said, "Dad asked you to draw it again."

"Okay." Hongdou nodded, and then found a small stick and started drawing on the ground.

The old man saw it and stopped him quickly: "Wait a minute, we have pen and paper at home."

"Paper and pen?" Hongdou was curious, "Isn't there no one at home who studies?"

"Your mother left it behind." The old man said in a low voice.

Hongdou intuitively felt that there was a story here, but after all, she was still a new wife and didn't dare to ask, so she stopped talking.

It wasn't until the old man brought the paintbrush that Hongdou started painting.

To be honest, it is really difficult to draw with a brush.

But Hongdou adapted quickly. After a while, a simple design drawing of the trolley came out, and she also marked several dimensions on it.

The old man was surprised: "Can you read?"

"I recognize a few of them," Hongdou replied.

In fact, not only she, but also several of her sisters all recognized some of them, and they were all taught by her mother.

But in my memory, the mother was very weak in one aspect, like Liu Fufeng. She spent more than half of the year in bed, so she had very little time to teach them how to read.

But even so, among the sisters, the original owner is the oldest, and she also knows more words.

And the current Hongdou has the memory of the original owner, coupled with the education experience in the previous life, and is still considered a "literate person" in this era when the average person is illiterate.

Therefore, he admitted the fact that he was literate without any secret.

The old man sighed: "It's good to know how to read, it's good to know how to read."

He took the picture from Hongdou's hand and said, "The drawing is good, and the dimensions are clearly marked on it. I will get it out for you in the next few days."

Then he asked Hongdou: "Is ten days enough? If not, I will rush you to work again?"

"Ah?" Hongdou was a little confused.

Before she spoke, Wan Qing seemed to know what she was thinking. She smiled and explained: "Dad said that you have weak hands and you probably can't push an ordinary car. I plan to improve a wheel for you so that you can push it in the future."

It’s even more convenient.”

"That's great." Hongdou blushed, then expressed sincere gratitude, "Thank you, Dad."

"Thank you, we are all one family." The old man smiled.
Chapter completed!