Zhang Heng's words offended everyone. He looked up and saw a bunch of angry old ladies glaring at him with red eyes. It looked like they wanted to argue with him.
Who knew that the brat who had angered them to death would point at the couplet next to him. His expression was clearly saying that if they couldn't match it, they were trash!
"Alright, alright, alright. We'll do it now. If we do it, we'll definitely drag you to the authorities!”An old lady said in a trembling voice. She pushed away the little girl beside her and ran to Zhang Heng's couplet angrily.
She wasn't the only one. The other old ladies also stood up angrily, leaving nothing in front of Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng looked at the old ladies who were racking their brains and scoffed. They had been working on it for five thousand years, yet they were able to figure it out in such a short period of time.
He moved a reclining chair and laid down on it with a book in his arms. There was no one around anyway, so he had the time to read more books. Although the system said that he could master everything without studying, he still needed to understand the history of this world on his own.
"Brat, you know how to draw?"
Just as Zhang Heng was looking at it, the little girl who had just helped the old lady walk over awkwardly from his couplet. It seemed that she couldn't match it in a short time. She realized his talent and ran over to talk to him.
Zhang Heng clicked his tongue and said casually,""Isn't it written on it? If I don't know how to draw, why would I write those?"
The little girl was clearly choked. She really wanted to pick up the guy lying on the chair and beat him up, but she cherished his talent. Looking at the words on the couplet, it was definitely a big shot. If that couplet was also written by this kid, then this kid was definitely a capable person hidden among the people.
"Draw one for me, and when someone comes up with a couplet, I'll help you stop them!”
"No need. We'll talk about it when you two come out!”
Zhang Heng said disdainfully. The little girl was so angry that her liver hurt. She glared at the guy who was lying lazily on the chair. How could she get married if she couldn't stand properly and sit properly?
"Then tell me, how can I draw it?”
"50 taels for a pair!"
"Make it cheaper. I don't have money!"
"I won't draw if I don't have money!"
"You!"
The little girl pointed at Zhang Heng for a long time. In the end, she was so angry that she took out a big ingot from her pocket and threw it on the table in front of Zhang Heng.
Just as she was about to say something, Zhang Heng jumped up from his chair and quickly stuffed the silver into his pocket. Then, he stood in front of her and looked at her with a smile.
"What are you looking at?" The little girl, who couldn't stand Zhang Heng's stare, said in a dilemma. Could it be that she knew she was wrong? No, no matter how good-looking this brat was, he couldn't make her soften her heart.
"Painting! How can I draw without looking at you?" He rolled his eyes at the little girl. This little girl didn't even know this. She didn't even know the face. Was he supposed to draw a pig's head?
Taking a deep breath, Shui Rou maintained her cold expression. She couldn't be angered by this brat. Breathe in and out, breathe in and out.
"Eh, did you fart?"
“……”
Seeing Zhang Heng's shocked expression, she thought, What's wrong with farting? He couldn't fart? No, was farting something that could be said casually?
"Hurry up and draw! If you speak again, return my silver to me!"
Shui Rou said angrily. Zhang Heng quickly put away the silver and put on a serious expression. Whether it was writing or drawing, only when there were no distracting thoughts could the painting and calligraphy have spirituality.
Because he had already seen Shui Rou's appearance just now, he did not look at Shui Rou's appearance when he wrote.
Shui Rou stood at the side and frowned. How could this person be like this? Could it be that she was going to waste her fifty taels?
She glared at Zhang Heng angrily. Fifty taels of silver was her pocket money for half a year. If this guy didn't draw well, she would ask her grandmother to arrest him and lock him up for the rest of his life!
However, before she could say anything, she heard gasps from the side. Then, she looked at the many old ladies standing behind her. Her grandmother was also there. They all looked at that detestable fellow in shock. Could it be that this fellow had painted her into an ugly monster?
He quickly lowered his head to take a look and sucked in a breath of cold air.
Looking at the beautiful woman on the drawing paper, there was a trace of anger in his eyes, but there was also a hint of shyness in the depths of his eyes. The folding fan in his hand was replaced by a peach blossom branch. When he turned around, there was a peach blossom tree behind him. Such a painting was simply too beautiful.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath after he finished drawing. He did not expect the drawing ability given by the system to be so powerful. In fact, it was even better than calligraphy because he had put a little bit of emotion into it.
"You still want to give me a copy? What kind of comic is this?”
"Don't worry, I won't shortchange you!"
He casually handed the painting to her, scaring her into quickly fixing the painting. This prodigal, how could he throw such a good painting away so casually?
She put away her drawing and continued to look at the drawing that Zhang Heng had given her. What kind of manga was this?
As a woman who had never seen a manga before, Shui Rou had no idea what a manga was. However, when she thought about the drawing in front of her, it was definitely something good.
At that thought, she saw that the ink in front of Zhang Heng had run out. She quickly went to grind it, but Zhang Heng shook his head and picked up a coal from the ground, drawing on the white paper.
Shui Rou immediately looked over. After what had just happened, no one dared to look down on this rascal in front of them, even if he used coal.
The few old ladies immediately thought of it. Wasn't that coal the thing that this kid had written on the wooden board when they first arrived?
The handwriting was a little different from the writing style of a brush. The whole thing actually carried a kind of firmness. The corners of the brush were distinct. Although it looked a little different, it was a fact that it looked good.
Zhang Heng was even more surprised at what kind of painting this thing could make. He ignored them and continued to draw. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn a soft cartoon image. The little girl was blinking her big eyes at him, making him want to kiss her.
"Mine! It's all mine!" Just as Zhang Heng was about to hand it to Shui Rou, a hand jumped out from the side, grabbed the painting from Zhang Heng's hand, and ran away.
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