The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

He Jing's gentle voice was enough to break up the chaotic quarrel.

"Little sister, can you do it?" He Jijun was very excited, with joy in his eyes.

The two elementary school teachers looked at her and couldn't help but frown.

One of them looked her up and down and asked, "Can you?"

He Jing did not answer his question, but looked at her elder brother and repeated the question.

"Yes, yes, yes." He Jijun just remembered and nodded repeatedly to admit, "Just write a few big words."

"Red words on a white background. Very simple."

He Jing nodded, "It's not difficult, I can do it."

"Brother, I can try."

"I know you're new here, but writing a propaganda poster is not just a game. It's key to whether our entire Hekou Village can be rated as an advanced production team." The teacher, who thought that this task would fall on him, was full of hostility when he looked at He Jing who suddenly appeared.

He Jing chuckled, "This is the first time I know that the advanced production team is selected based on the quality of the wall posters, not everyone's efforts."

The elementary school teacher was choked up immediately.

But another teacher wearing glasses pushed up his glasses frame and looked at her with a half-smile, "Although it cannot be the only criterion for evaluation, it is the face of the village. If it doesn't look good, the judges will have a bad first impression of Hekou Village."

“It’s hard to say for other places.”

After the teacher with glasses finished speaking, he looked at He Jijun and said, "Captain, you have always been selfless. You won't give her special care just because she is your sister, right?"

The other villagers heard this and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this wall poster concerns the reputation of our Hekou Village. Let Teacher Wu and Teacher Liang do it."

"They wrote so many words on the blackboard in the village. Even if it takes a little longer, it is guaranteed."

"Captain, can't we delay for two more days?"

"If not, wait for Uncle Six."

"Sixth Uncle is the safest."

"Why is the chair broken? If it wasn't broken, Uncle Six would have been able to finish it."

He Jijun listened to the villagers' words, frowning tightly, and looked at He Jing again, "Little sister, let me ask you again, can you really do it?"

Seeing that He Jijun was still unwilling to give up, Liang Ziping frowned and said, "Captain."

"There are only two days left, and it's already halfway through." He Jijun looked over and said, "You two will need three days."

"I can't make it in time." How could He Jijun not know the pros and cons of this?

He Jing understood the villagers' concerns, "Brother, this wall needs to be painted white, right?"

"Yeah." He Jijun nodded, not sure what she was going to do.

"Since no one believes me, I can only prove myself."

The next second, He Jing walked over, bent down and picked up the brush filled with white paint.

Shi Chunlan saw it and hurried forward, "Jingjing, can you really do it?"

"Mom, this is similar to carving a carrot. I have a picture in my mind." He Jing patted her hands, "Let me give it a try."

He Jing was not joking, she indeed had a picture in her mind, just like carving a carrot, every step was very clear.

So, she felt she could.

The brush was stained with white paint and too much would drip.

So He Jing was not in a hurry and waited slowly for a while.

Wu Yuanming, who was wearing glasses, saw it and snorted coldly, "If you want to try it, hurry up and don't waste everyone's time."

"Whether it is a donkey or a horse, everyone will know it clearly soon." Liang Ziping took over the conversation.

He Jing didn't need to make a draft, she just took the brush and started writing.

When others saw this, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

Wu Yuanming and Liang Ziping looked at each other and both felt that He Jing was too frivolous. There was a difference between handwriting, writing on the blackboard, and writing with paint.

You can’t just write it down by thinking about it.

However, He Jing wrote very steadily.

The three water drops in front of the word "He" in Hekou Village look like printed characters, very standard. But the last stroke of "Ke Zi" (ke zi), with its horizontal and vertical hooks, shows a free and unrestrained tip of the pen.

Wu Yuanming and Liang Ziping, who were wearing glasses, were both stunned.

Others just opened their mouths, unable to speak.

He Jijun didn't expect that his little sister actually had this skill. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Shi Chunlan blinked, feeling it was too unreal, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and then pulled the nearest person to ask, "Did my daughter really write this?"

"Yeah, it's amazing."

"It's even better than what Uncle Six wrote!"

“It’s different coming back from the city.”

"Didn't her adoptive parents drive a car? That must be good."

The villagers were all talking about it. Wu Yuanming heard it and clenched his fists. He couldn't swallow this, but he had to admit it in front of everyone.

"My skills are not as good as others." Wu Yuanming said unwillingly.

Liang Ziping's expression wasn't much better, but since his friends had admitted it, he followed suit and apologized.

"It's okay." He Jing didn't care.

He Jijun was only thinking about the promotional wall poster. The two of them couldn't help and had long forgotten about it.

"Little sister, if you start now, can you finish it before tomorrow noon?" He Jijun was quite anxious.

He Jing looked at the wall and nodded, "Okay."

"Okay, then I'll leave this task to you." He Jijun waved his hand and confirmed it.

He Jing no longer needs to pull up the seedlings, and can also earn work points by writing big characters here.

To others, this is an easy and comfortable job.

Everyone who sees it will be envious, but at the same time they will hate themselves for not having this ability.

Wu Yuanming and Liang Ziping just didn't want to do the work of planting rice, but they were happy for a while when they found out they could write wall newspapers.

Now I have to go back to plant rice, and my face is black.

Shi Chunlan was still busy pulling up the seedlings, so she couldn't stay to help, and she was sure that He Jing didn't need help from anyone else.

Only then did Shi Chunlan feel at ease to leave.

The first step in writing a wall newspaper is to paint the wall. After the white paint is applied, you have to wait until it is completely dry before you can write.

He Jing only has one brush, and it will take a lot of time to finish painting this wall.

Besides, she is not that tall.

You have to borrow a chair.

He Jing frowned and looked at him.

Suddenly a voice sounded behind her and He Jing turned around to look.

"I couldn't find you in the fields, and only then did I ask Aunt Shi and learned that you were here." Zhou Qian'an came over carrying a chair, and when he saw her looking at him, he raised his chin.

"What do you think? Am I very foresighted?" Zhou Qian'an was a little proud.

He Jing took a look and asked, "Did my mother ask you to get it?"

"No, it's your elder brother." Zhou Qian put the chair down and raised his chin towards her. "Hold me, I'll paint the wall."

"You write the words at the back." Zhou Qian'an could still do the job of painting the wall.

Writing work is not possible.

"Don't you need to plant rice?" He Jing held on to a chair and watched him bend down to pick up the brush and then brush it on the wall.

Painting is not an easy job either. He Jing wanted to see if he couldn't do it, so she did it herself.

But I didn’t expect that Zhou Qian’an was actually quite good at it.

"The task assigned to me has already been completed." Zhou Qian'an glanced down, feeling particularly proud and proud. "It won't take long for those two plots of land."

He Jing: “…”

For some reason, a sentence flashed through He Jing's mind.

A man seeking a mate will be like a peacock, always spreading his feathers.