C16 Drunkenness Is Not in Wine

Ever since the two sisters had taken revenge, Feng Tingting felt that this whole life had been extremely comfortable.

Although Feng Family were not rich, they were not some hungry families. The worst thing was to wash, cook and chop firewood everyday.

However, as they entered the New Year, Zhou Chunmei kindly allowed her two daughters to rest. In addition to the fact that Feng Huilan was no longer pressing on them, Feng Tingting had been lying on her bed lazily for a few days.

These past few days, it made Feng Tingting think of her childhood, the feeling of running around in the rural areas with her legs spread all over the place was really free, at least she didn't feel the pressure of working.

After being lazy for a few days, Feng Tingting suddenly thought of the small amount of silver in her pocket and quickly went to look for treasures in the pile of scrap paper.

It was just that because of the cold weather, Feng Guangzong became lazy and these calligraphy and paintings failed a few days ago, and Feng Tingting herself was not willing to make a move.

Suddenly, she thought of those modern toys, but with a quick thought, she rejected them. However, this silver was like a bug crawling in her heart. It was really itchy.

She gritted her teeth and ran towards the Freight House wearing her felt hat. She did not forget the painting of a beauty that Cui Runn had drawn for her.

When Feng Tingting arrived at Freight House, she saw Uncle Yuan at the counter in front of him smoking.

"Good morning, Uncle Yuan."

Uncle Yuan was suddenly in high spirits. "Little girl, did you bring some good stuff over?"

"It's cold today, but you don't like to move. Do you think I like to move?" Feng Tingting covered her mouth and laughed.

"You're making fun of my little old man!" The Uncle Yuan said with a straight face, "Your parents were busy with matters regarding Girl Lan's marriage, causing a little trick like you to fail. They specifically came to deceive me!"

"Uncle Yuan is such a good person, how could Tingting fool you? Even if it was the sky, I would still come to see you, right?"

Feng Tingting's little mouth was so sweet that it made the wrinkles on her face bloom in Uncle Yuan's heart.

"You're the only one who knows how to talk. Say it, what do you want to do?"

Feng Tingting smiled mysteriously: "You don't need to worry about that.

With that, she entered the Freight House and ran towards the back of the house. From afar, she saw Cui Runn tidying up the firewood, and her unpracticed look made Feng Tingting laugh out loud.

"You haven't been here for a few days. Do you think you've forgotten what silver looks like?"

"Even if I forget about you, I won't forget about silver." Feng Tingting said as she walked over, and pulled Cui Runn along as she headed back towards the house, "I've specially come today to look for you."

Cui Runn was startled, he looked at the hand on his wrist, his face was hot.

Feng Tingting looked around, and then stuffed the pen and paper into Cui Runn's clothes.

"Draw a picture of the Frigid Plum."

"What are you doing?"

Feng Tingting was getting impatient: "If I wanted you to draw, then paint, what are you wasting your breath for!"

Cui Runn paused again, but still obediently drew a picture of a cold plum.

Feng Tingting blinked her eyes, and couldn't help but praise in her heart.

At that time, she had to draw quite a few sets before she finally chose that one, but Cui Runn's drawing skills were even better than hers.

Feng Tingting rolled her eyes and sighed: "Seeing that you wasted your hands, why not let me use it!"

"I can lend you this?" Cui Runn became interested, "Tell me, how can I use this hand on you?"

"I earned my money selling paintings, but unfortunately, I'm really cold these days. It just so happens that your hands are quite warm, and your strokes are quite energetic. Why don't you help me out!"

Cui Runn finally reacted, Feng Tingting actually wanted him to paint for her!

"Aren't you faking it?"

"Fake?" Feng Tingting raised his eyebrows, "You drew this painting right?"

Cui Runn nodded, "Of course."

"The painting I drew for Uncle Yuan, did it not have a name?"

Cui Runn thought that it was indeed the case.

"There's no name. Who knows if the painter is one or two people?"

"You are trying to force the truth!"

"This is what I call a business mind!" Feng Tingting placed her hand on Cui Runn's shoulder and leaned over, "Think about it, although Uncle Yuan has recognized you as his nephew and has also given you a month's worth of money, your own earnings are different from others."

The delicate fragrance that belonged to a woman entered Cui Runn's nose, causing him to struggle to avoid it, but Feng Tingting unconcernedly stuck tighter onto her.

"Don't hide, this is a way for you to earn money!" Feng Tingting had obviously forgotten the background of her generation, and looked like a good brother.

Cui Runn was truly unable to pull it out. His little heart was beating like a little deer, and his entire face was as red as a monkey's bottom.

"To be honest, if you join me, I'll give you 50/50 of the silver."

Fifty percent!

Cui Runn was shocked. It was really not easy to say fifty percent out of Feng Tingting's stingy mouth.

Seeing that Cui Runn did not answer, he said: "I'm serious, I will definitely not hold you back."

Cui Runn was suspicious, and felt that things were not as simple as he thought, so he asked: "What are the conditions?"

Feng Tingting laughed. Her appearance was extremely similar to a little fox, causing Cui Runn to roll his eyes inside. Sure enough, he was waiting for him here.

"Actually, there aren't many requirements. It's sufficient as long as I can complete six sets of calligraphy and paintings within a month."

"What!" Cui Runn's voice suddenly rose, "Sixth team, Girl Ting, you want to order me around for free right?"

Feng Tingting hurriedly covered Cui Runn's mouth. "Shh, what do you mean by free? You said that it would cost fifty percent, which is more than the one tael of silver Uncle Yuan gave you.

Cui Runn shut his mouth. He looked at Feng Tingting for a long time and felt that it made sense, but when he thought about it again, he felt that something was wrong.

Feng Tingting's hair stood on end as she stared into Cui Runn's eyes. She roared, "Don't look at me!"

"Aiya, it seems like my old man did not come at the right time."

The voice of the Uncle Yuan suddenly came over, scaring the two of them. Feng Tingting continuously shot Cui Runn meaningful glances, but Cui Runn just stood there like a block of wood.

It was unknown if he really did not see it, or if he really did not see it on purpose, but the way the two of them looked changed in the eyes of the Uncle Yuan.

"It's great to be young. If I didn't care about the business back then, I would have been a grandson with a knee wound."

As soon as Uncle Yuan finished speaking, Cui Runn's face turned even redder, especially when he thought about how close the two of them were, he felt as though he was about to spurt blood.

However, Feng Tingting did not mind: "This person living is naturally the most important to earn silver. If he doesn't have money, but his grandson has to wrap his legs around his legs, then the only one who will suffer will be the child. Why must you make your children suffer with you? "

Uncle Yuan was startled, then smiled and shook his head: "In the end, he is still a half grown child."

Feng Tingting naturally knew what the Uncle Yuan was trying to say and she was too lazy to care about it either. She pulled on Cui Runn's sleeve and laughed: "Don't go back on your word and come back tomorrow to play with you."

With that, Feng Tingting ran back home like the wind.

The Uncle Yuan glanced at Cui Runn ambiguously and smiled as he entered the house.

Cui Runn was too embarrassed to explain. Looking at the pen on the table, he sighed, but in the end he still agreed to Feng Tingting's unreasonable request.