The Little Lucky Girl

Yuxiang and Yanhong did not expect that County Magistrate Tao would act so quickly. Before they even reached the village, the people from the county government were already waiting in Ming Youyou's courtyard.

Feng Liang did not negotiate with Yan Hong. After introducing himself, he asked him to start describing the appearance of the unfaithful man.

Since Han Wuniang couldn't come, naturally the old painter who specialized in portraits in the county government would take on this task.

The old painter was very experienced. After listening to Yan Hong's description, he completed a painting in no time.

Ming Youyou stared with his eyes wide open, and asked in surprise: "Is this what a pretty boy looks like?"

He is so fierce and ugly, what do your second uncle’s family like about him?

Although Yuxiang was young at the time, she still vaguely remembered the man's appearance. She whispered, "The drawing here doesn't even look 30% like him."

Feng Xu clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No wonder the imperial court has been unable to find any results after catching a criminal for years. If we can find the person based on a portrait like this, we'd be lucky to do so. Hehe."

The others thought about it and it was true. They had never paid attention to these things before. Now that they thought about it, there were several portraits of the imperial prisoners posted on each city wall, and it seemed that they all looked the same.

The old painter was not happy to hear them say that, and snorted: "Although I am not talented, I am also recognized as a good painter in this area. Not to mention the city of Pingyang, even the masters in your academy may not be able to compare with me."

"But what you draw just doesn't look like a person." Ming Youyou said unconvinced.

"You know how difficult it is to draw a human face? They all have one nose and two eyes, so how big of a difference can there be? Just show the main features."

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of several people, the old painter also got angry, "You are talking without any hesitation, if you have the ability, do it yourself."

"I'll do it." Ming Youyou rolled up her sleeves, eager to try. Originally, she thought that her skills were not good enough, but after this comparison, she now has confidence.

As a result, she seemed to have used too much ink and accidentally drew a large clown face. Not to mention drawing a person, even if she said it was a bear, people would believe it.

Hearing the old painter's exaggerated sneer, Ming Youyou blushed and said with all her might, "Your brush is too thick. I'm not used to it. Wait for me to change it."

She suddenly remembered a technique introduced by a teacher at the research institute and thought it was more suitable for drawing portraits, so she twisted her waist and ran to the kitchen.

After a while, he came back with a fire stick. The old painter shook his head when he saw it. Children all like to write and draw with charcoal, but a stick is not as soft as a brush, and the crudely drawn pictures are scary.

Ming Youyou handed the stick to Zheng Huan, who skillfully broke it into several pieces for her, sharpened them one by one, and placed them in a row on the table.

Ming Youyou chose the one that was most convenient for her, asked Yan Hong to repeat it, and started drawing it bit by bit.

In fact, she had not fully learned this technique called "sketch", so it was a bit difficult for her to draw. Fortunately, she remembered the key points and her drawing looked pretty good.

The old painter didn't take it seriously at first, but as Ming Youyou drew more and more, his expression gradually became serious. "Your stick painting looks interesting. Did Lord Tao's sister-in-law teach you this?"

“I didn’t expect he had some real skills.” The old painter muttered quietly.

He was originally very dissatisfied with Han Wuniang, thinking that she had robbed him of many opportunities to show himself. As for her legendary superb skills, the old painter actually did not believe it. He felt that even if a young woman had excellent painting skills, they could not be that good. It was just the county magistrate and his wife building up momentum for their family, and others were just trying to curry favor with her.

Now it seems that I was shallow.

The old painter straightened his face and smiled kindly, "Can you explain this painting method to me in detail? I see that your brushwork is awkward in some places, maybe I can help you with some advice."

Ming Youyou thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

Her theoretical knowledge was much richer than her operational knowledge, and the system helped to explain the key words, so she explained it in a very clear and logical way, which gave the old painter a sense of enlightenment, and he couldn't help but start painting along.

The old and the young worked together to draw a portrait that surprised everyone. They didn't know whether it looked like the pretty boy, but it did look more vivid than the first one.

Yan Hong was very excited, "Yes, yes, it looks much more like this time."

But no matter how much, it was only 50% or 60% like the character. As for the rest, Yan Hong knew it was his own problem. After all, based on his vague descriptions like "the mouth could be bigger", "the eyebrows are not thick enough", and "the face is like a duck egg", it was already very skillful for others to draw it like this.

Ming Youyou was not satisfied. Thinking that Yan Hong had reached the limit of describing with words, she came up with an idea: "Why don't you take a look at the people present here to see if there is anyone with a body part that looks like his. This way it would probably be easier to describe with comparison."

Yan Hong nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and carefully observed the people around him, but shook his head in disappointment, "Only your eyes are a little similar, the others are not very similar."

"It doesn't matter. There are many people in the village. Let's go around now. Maybe we can find the right one."

Xiaguan Village is very lively now. There are villagers, half of whom are fellow villagers from Daqi who are staying here, and villagers from other villages who heard the news and came quietly to watch the fun and want to find out if the county government can also pay them wages if they help build houses.

Yan Hong was taken for a walk and unexpectedly gained a lot. Soon he came back with a group of people.

He said excitedly: "These people's noses and eyes are similar, especially their eyebrows. You see, they are just thicker than those of ordinary people."

Ming Youyou and the others fell silent. Feng Xu couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan Hong, didn't you realize that all the people you brought back were from Qi?"

The Qi people have a more three-dimensional face shape, slightly sunken eye sockets, slightly yellow eyeballs, and thicker eyebrows. These features are easy to identify.

Yan Hong was stunned. "I, I thought people outside the mountain looked like this..."

He had rarely gone down the mountain since he was a child, and the farthest place he had been to were a few villages near the village.

Not to mention him, even his father, who had been to the town several times and was recognized by everyone as knowledgeable, didn't recognize him.

Yan Hong's mind was spinning rapidly at this moment. His lips trembled as he said, "If we knew that he was from Qi, then would it be possible, would it be possible..."

His sister would not have fallen in love with that unfaithful man, and would not have died of childbirth due to depression.

A Qi person appeared in the uninhabited mountain forest, obviously sneaking in. There must be a hidden reason for hiding his tracks like this. If they had thought of this level back then, they would definitely investigate him, or at least limit the contact between the people in the village and him.

A sudden sadness surged in Yan Hong's heart. He tried to hold back his tears, but found that he could not control them at all. He simply squatted down and burst into tears with his head in his hands.