latelenovela Chapter 135 A vivid portrait
Chapter 135 A vivid portrait
Although they didn't quite understand what was meant by sitting on a mountain or watching tigers fight, people all nodded in agreement.
Ji Xiaobei wanted to set up a patrol team, not to guard against the people in the upstream village, but to guard against those in the ruined temple and the refugees who fled from famine.
"Bei, grandpa wants to ask you for something!" Ji Lizheng said.
"Grandpa, what you mean is that the patrol team should learn some boxing and kicking skills!" Ji Xiaobei asked.
Ji Lizheng nodded. He had visited the child several times and felt that Xiaoyao was well taught.
"No problem. Let's form a patrol team first. The first group will come for training tomorrow morning, and my cousin will be Mr. Wu." Ji Xiaobei said.
The task of forming a patrol team was handed over to Ji Lizheng.
Ji Xiaobei went to find Fu Jichang.
Open the door gently.
Fu Jichang was drawing flowers in the cabin, curling his fingers and humming a little tune. There was a teapot on the table.
Teacher Haixia, who was sitting back to back with him, had cotton in his ears and was thinking hard about writing an article. He did not notice Ji Xiaobei's arrival at all.
Ji Xiaobei waved to Fu Jichang, motioning him to come out.
Ji Xiaobei glanced across the table and saw a big man on the drawing paper, slashing with a big knife.
Ji Xiaobei pointed to the painting on the table.
Fu Jichang understood immediately, took the painting, walked out with a smile on his face, and considerately closed the door for Teacher Haixia.
"Can you help me take a look at this painting? Is it good?" Fu Jichang handed over the painting with a playful smile.
Ji Xiaobei took a look and said, "Yes, this guy is quite strong, and looks like a strongman, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he looks a little stupid... hehehe,"
Fu Jichang quickly put it away and hid it behind him, his eyes flickering as he asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Ah, the village has set up a patrol team. I want you to help train them and teach them some martial arts so that they can protect Jijiawan if anything happens in the future."
"No problem, it's OK."
Fu Jichang agreed without hesitation. After all, it was the same whether he taught one person or a group of people.
Ji Xiaobei was a little curious about his quick agreement and asked, "You agreed so quickly?"
"Well, I am half a Jijiawan person. It is my duty to contribute something to the village," said Fu Jichang.
Ji Lizheng happened to hear these words, and he excitedly stepped forward and held Fu Jichang's hand.
"My son, the village head was right about you. You are a good and loyal child. First, you saved the well in our village, and now you are teaching our villagers kung fu. Jijiawan has recognized you as its nephew. No matter what happens in the future, come to Jijiawan and the village head will provide you with meals."
Ji Lizheng was holding Fu Jichang's hand and didn't want to let go for a long time.
"Mr. Li Zheng, I have something else to do..." Fu Jichang broke free from Mr. Li Zheng Ji and hurriedly dodged to the side.
The village head is so polite.
But it didn't matter that he dodged, the painting in his hand fell down and scattered on the ground.
Ji Lizheng rushed over and helped Fu Jichang pick up the painting.
"Oh my God, did you draw this? It looks more realistic than the real person... Xiaobei, Bei... come quickly..."
Kiritsugu's voice was a little excited.
Ji Xiaobei was talking to the embroiderer over there and replied that he would be there in a moment.
Fu Jichang looked embarrassed and just wanted to snatch the painting away, fearing that Ji Lizheng would make some irrelevant comments.
"Grandpa Lizheng..."
"My son, the village head has long seen that you are an extraordinary child. You said you would go into such a dark well, and you went down in a flash, then fished people out and saved the well, the lifeline of our village.
In the past, grandpa only knew that you were a warrior, but I didn’t expect that you could also paint. Our Jijia Bay has really produced a talent.
Well, when you have time, draw a picture for the village head. Your drawing of Xiaobei is so lifelike. Look at his eyebrows and eyes, they look just like the real thing..."
Ji Li was looking at it carefully, and then he looked hard and saw Ji Xiaobei walking over.
"Mr. Village Head, please give it to me quickly! I..." Fu Jichang reached out to take the painting.
"Has Xiaobei seen it? Show her..." Ji Li was holding the painting tightly and refused to let go.
Ji Xiaobei exploded on the spot: "Fu Jichang, who is the one you drew in the painting?"
Fu Jichang turned around and ran into the house, slamming the door shut.
Ji Xiaobei banged on the door frantically: "Fu Jichang, come out here, you painted me like that, I will never let you go..."
The head of the village looked at the furious Ji Xiaobei, then looked at the painting, wondering: "What's wrong with Xiaobei? This painting is so realistic, and she is still going to fight with Xiaoyao..."
He couldn't help but say a few fair words on behalf of Xiaoyao.
"Bei, I think your painting is pretty good. Just tell me what you are not satisfied with. I am really satisfied with it. Look at your big and strong figure. You are obviously a blessed person. There is only one girl like you in our village..." Ji Lizheng said while smacking his lips.
"Grandpa Lizheng, you all bully me. Am I that fat? Look, there's a big man in the painting!"
Ji Xiaobei snatched the painting and said.
"Bei, you are really wrongly accusing your cousin. He just painted more realistically..."
Ji Xiaobei: I don’t want to talk to you, not a single word.
She was so angry that her face turned red and she almost cried.
When Ji Lizheng saw that she was really angry, he hurriedly said, "Xiaoyao, you are really too honest. Can't you just embellish it a little? You have to be realistic... Bei, don't be angry!"
After saying that, he stuffed the painting into Ji Xiaobei's hand and ran away.
Ji Xiaobei's eyes were red and he looked like he was going to kill someone, but in the end impulse overcame reason and he tore the painting to pieces.
Teacher Haixia took the cotton out of his ears and looked at Fu Jichang, who was shivering and covering his face, in confusion.
"Brother Xiaoyaozi, what's wrong with you?" Teacher Haixia asked with concern.
"Your boss is going crazy outside, go check it out!" Fu Jichang's voice came from under the table.
"Our boss has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Don't take it seriously. Just apologize!" The God of the Strait stretched, stood up and opened the door.
He only took a look, then slammed the door shut and bolted it...
It was clearly written on the boss's face: blood debt must be paid with blood, murder must be paid with life!
"No, youngest brother, how did you offend the boss? She wants to fight you to the death. Our little house is in danger. She can trample a hole in it with one foot. Do you believe it? I think she is really angry this time. What are you going to do? "
Fu Jichang yelled, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet!"
Teacher Haixia: Bah! It’s already this late, and you still want to be quiet? You should think about how to deal with Ji Xiaobei!
Outside the hut, Ji Xiaobei took the painting and looked at it carefully. It was the first time she saw the full picture of the body. It was so shocking and hard to accept!
She gritted her teeth and decided to have a hot and spicy weight loss, of course to ensure the health of the baby in her belly...