"Miss Zhao, give it to me, I'll choose it for you."

Aunt Jin was carrying two baskets of pig grass, and from a distance, she saw Zhao Susu staggering with a large bundle of firewood on her back, walking towards the kitchen in one step and three times, and hurried over to help.

She stepped forward and took off the firewood, and wrapped it in a few seconds. She carried it on the shoulder pole easily and as if nothing was left. "Ah Man is just seven years old? Don't be busy. Today's goat milk has just arrived. Hurry up and go to the logistics department to get two cans. If you go late, only the milk from Li Sanbangzi and the others left. I heard from the third lady that children drink goat milk, and it is a recipe for Sanniang personally. It is boiled to remove the fishy smell. The fishy smell of goat milk is not heavy, but it is sweet and fragrant, and it is particularly delicious. My girl now doesn't drink two cups a day, and she won't sleep well at night. The little girl actually learned to pick her mouth, alas."

Aunt Jin really felt that life was so good that she didn't dare to think about it. She just occasionally heard her granddaughter say that this one was delicious, that one was not delicious, and the other, and she couldn't help but sigh - it was a sin!

A few months ago, when San Niangzi's village canteen was not built, Aunt Jin relied on her own every day to work from dawn to night, doing all kinds of work. Every day, her granddaughter, who was only one year old, was still so hungry that she cried and howled.

She cried so much that she wanted to sell her meat so that she could support her granddaughter.

Now, it’s good. In just a few months, the little girl has learned to pick her mouth. The same snack-taking milk cake was made by the third lady himself. The one that costs three cents a small bag, the little girl eats deliciously. If it’s made by other chefs, the one that costs two cents a small bag, the little girl is a little unwilling to do so.

Aunt Jin sighed in her heart, and laughed at the same time, "Go quickly, don't worry, I'm not going to delay my errands."

Zhao Susu's face turned red, and she lowered her head and responded slowly.

First, I am ashamed of not being able to do well after doing so long.

Secondly... Yesterday, when she was in the library, the third lady gave her goat milk and said she wanted her to take it home for Aman to drink. As a result, she was too fascinated by reading and the goat milk was very fragrant and sweet. Before she knew it, she drank all her food.

Thinking of the various situations at that time, the third lady saw them, Zhao Susu's face turned redder.

Zhao Susu held her sickle for pig grass for Aunt Jin and walked forward step by step. Along the way, the farm was in order, both men, women, young and old, wearing similar clothes, with endless joy on her face.

As he walked, he happened to see the third lady sitting on the stone pier under the tree painting at the desk. Zhao Susu was stunned. Aunt Jin had already gone to see him and said with admiration: "Sanniang painted so well. This is me. She painted so much like that. The boy in my family also likes to draw a painting, but his father can't recognize that he painted me."

Gu Xiang smiled.

Zhao Susu: “…”

She also admitted that the paintings drawn by San Niangzi are quite similar, and the bricks, tiles and scenery on the farm are vivid in the paintings.

But it is not necessarily true to say how good this painting is.

Zhao Susu herself is not good at painting, and she is not unaware of it. She just loves reading since she was a child and reads everything. However, she loves poetry the most, and she is very ordinary in painting, and her writing is just average and she is only able to read, but her appreciation level is definitely not lower than her father.

At this time, in her opinion, the paintings of San Niangzi were similar to those of ordinary carpenter furniture. They were indeed exquisite and beautiful, but they were far from being called a painting.

Zhao Susu's lips moved, but hesitated and never spoke. She was already past the age when she didn't care about anything and had to worry about it and would not know what to say when she didn't speak.

Especially at this time, everyone passing by praised the third lady's outstanding talent and the simple and cute statements of the villagers, which made people particularly happy. If she insisted on sing opposite people, wouldn't she seem unsociable and would make others and herself unhappy.

Zhao Susu's lips moved, and she snored as soon as she opened her mouth: "If the painting of the third lady is placed in Wenxuan painting in Jiangnan, she will be sold for a thousand gold coins and will not be available in price, so she can't buy it even if she wants to."

Gu Xiang blinked, looked up at Zhao Susu's particularly sincere face, and then looked down at her paintings - is she really a genius that is rare in a century?

What kind of person is comparable to Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi?

Or is it better than Van Gogh and Leonardo da Vinci?

After all, she really never learned to draw, and she never learned to go to the Children's Palace.

That is, I have bought carvings and embroidery from the mall one after another. Recently, I have been using these two skills with similar proficiency. I feel that I should be able to draw too, so I took out the paintbrush and tried it.

She also felt that she painted it very much.

The farm in the painting is even much more beautiful than in reality. After all, many buildings have not been built yet, and it will take two or three months to complete them all.

Gu Xiang thought the design and layout of the entire picture were OK. It looked a little crooked, and it seemed that there was a little problem with the proportion, but she was not very good at drawing. Now she could draw it like this, thanks to the infinite help of the system.

So Gu Xiang was still very satisfied.

But when Zhao Susu praised her like this, she was confused. Maybe she was really talented?

Immediately, Gu Xiang laughed: "I bought two volumes of words and selected by my friend today. If Mrs. Zhao has time to go to the evening, why would you please help me copy it?"

Zhao Susu's eyes suddenly became round and rolling, and her cheeks flushed: "Okay~"

After saying a few words, Zhao Susu continued to do things. She didn't feel tired from work and became more and more active. She drank tea with her aunts during her break, and excitedly came over to praise Gu Xiang in a long and long way.

"The third lady's brushstrokes are really good. With just a few strokes, it outlines a prosperous and prosperous world. I saw her painting children playfully, and the joy between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows is vividly displayed on the paper. Even the ladybugs falling on the children's clothes have all the tentacles. Even if the painting saint is resurrected, it is not the case."

Zhao Susu felt that she was not very good at speaking, and she looked regretful, "It's a pity that I am really clumsy and can't describe the excellence of the third lady."

All the aunts and ladies here agree with it.

On this day, Ada went to the mountains near Guzhuang as usual. The most important thing is to pay attention to the status of "Huanjie'er" at any time.

As soon as he went up the mountain, he heard several diners discussing there.

"Have you ever seen the masterpiece of the Third Lady?"

"Of course I saw it, and I was shocked. I heard that it was a high-ranking official and who came from Jiangnan. I had to pay a thousand taels of gold to buy it, but the third lady was reluctant to sell it."

"I didn't expect that the third lady was so powerful in painting. Everyone washed their hands and made soup for us, tsk!"

Ada was shocked.

He felt more and more that if he really brought this sister Huan back to the capital, he would not be as the little ladies and young masters in his family thought, and by pushing people into corners, he would be able to disappear into the words of the aristocratic circle in the capital.
Chapter completed!