Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 404 She also began to make full preparations

The couple returned to Shi's house and prepared the carriage. The three had already dispersed. Song Ruier took out some snacks in his clothes, went out the side door, and hurriedly disappeared into the alley.

Shi Murou heard voices behind her and looked back through the car window.

"Husband, I saw the sickle."

Chu Zhuo stopped the carriage. When Qiao Jianer saw them, he also got off the carriage.

Shi Murou pulled Qiao Jianer aside: "We were just about to meet you."

"Sister Shi, is there anything wrong?"

Chu Zhuo said, "I just want to tell you, be careful of your brother Song Ruier. He was just having tea and snacks at the same table with the Qiao siblings who settled in your Datian Village, and he seemed to be getting closer to them."

Qiao Jianer's face turned cold. This little bastard was restless again.

"I'll take note, thank you."

It seems that the two of them will have to make a special trip for this matter.

"The appearance of this family is a bit unusual, so it's better to be more careful. Now that you know, we don't have to go to Datian Village." Shi Murou said.

Qiao Jianer said goodbye to the two of them with gratitude.

As she drove the carriage back, she wondered why Song Ruier approached those two people. Could it be that he was the same as she had guessed?

In fact, she had already guessed about 60% of the purpose of this family's visit.

Now she has no leverage or evidence against the enemy, so she can only wait and see.

But she has to make some preparations.

Before going to bed at night, she looked in the mirror and took a good look at her whole body.

The next day she went to the Guanning Iron Cavalry base.

"General Guan, since I've already reported all my achievements, I think my physical characteristics should also be reported."

General Guan said, "That's not necessary. You are you, the real Qiao Jian'er. Lord Zhang and I both know that."

Qiao Jianer shook her head slightly: "It's better to be safe. After all, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Make sufficient preparations to avoid trouble later."

"Okay, write it down. I'll keep a copy here and pass one up."

"Can General Guan pass it to the commanders fighting against the Northern Tribal Alliance, and then to the Emperor?"

"Why?" General Guan was still thinking. He asked someone to hand it over to the county government, and then the county government would report it.

"Because those commanders adopted my formation, this is also one of the reasons why this battle was successful. They don't know me very well."

General Guan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time: "There is such a thing, girl, why didn't you say it earlier?"

He underestimated this girl. She could not only handle small battlefields, but also large-scale battlefields that were coming with great force.

"General Guan, I am a selfish person. I took out those formations at that time just to try them out. I was afraid that we would suffer a defeat and implicate my family, so I didn't tell you until now."

General Guan laughed heartily. "I was negligent. That's what I should have done. The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. No matter how good your formation is, the outcome is unpredictable. If you knew in advance that it was you who came up with it, you would have to bear all the consequences, good or bad."

"Now that Dazeguo has achieved a great victory and signed a twenty-year armistice agreement, this is a foregone conclusion. It is most appropriate for you to speak out and show up now."

The word "show up" reminded Qiao Jianer again.

"I also want to draw a portrait of myself and submit it to the newspaper."

"Okay, I'll have the cavalry ride as fast as they can to deliver these things of yours directly to the main generals. I know all the generals fighting this time, and we've been on the battlefield together." General Guan said cheerfully.

He then instructed someone, "Go and invite the painter from the camp."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone were presented to Qiao Lian'er. She wrote down her physical characteristics and copied the formations she had submitted last time. This was not only to check the content, but also to check the handwriting, because what she handed over to Fang Hong that time was also written by herself.

When it comes to portraits, Qiao Lianer's requirement is that they must be extremely detailed, with meticulous attention to the restoration of details, not freehand, and must be colored paintings.

There were also colored paintings in ancient times, but the colors seemed dull and general, without very precise distinctions. She bought a large box of colored pencils from the space.

The artist tried these colored pencils on paper, and the more he tried, the more amazed he became: "Miss Qiao, where did you buy these?"

He never dared to dream of having such colored pencils. It simply didn't seem like something that could exist in this world.

Holding it in your hand, it feels like holding a treasure in the world.

"They come from the Kingdom of Xiyan. They're rare and can't be bought. So, if your portrait satisfies me, I'll give you this box of crayons."

The painter was so excited that he could hardly speak clearly: "Thank you, Miss Qiao, thank you, Miss Qiao. I will paint for you when I am familiar with these colors."

After all, he is an experienced painter. He has tried all kinds of colored pencils on paper and has a general idea in mind.

Let Qiao Jian'er stand in a place with excellent light and shadow. The sunlight shines on her face, and even her eyelashes are clearly visible. Her pupils are light brown, much lighter than those of normal people, and unusually bright and beautiful.

It took the painter half an hour to paint her eyes.

This is a large color picture, in real-life proportions, so lifelike and lifelike that it looks as if it will step out of the paper at any moment.

In order to facilitate comparison, the painter was asked to draw another picture and leave it with General Guan. With the experience of the first picture, the second picture only took a quarter of the time, and it was indistinguishable from the first one.

Qiao Jianer was very satisfied.

If this painter lived in modern society, he could attract a large number of fans and form a self-media advantage just by painting.

The artist was a little nervous, afraid that if he didn't draw well, he would not get the box of crayons.

Qiao Jianer generously gave him the colored pencil.

The painter held the paintbrush in his hand, feeling flattered. His mind was completely blank and he seemed unable to think.

He pinched his thigh hard. It was real, he wasn't dreaming.

He forgot that General Guan and Qiao Jianer were still here. He was a forty-year-old man, holding a colored pen, and skipping out of the door.

Qiao Lianer smiled secretly. This is what artists would look like when they were immersed in art.

By the time we finished these things, it was already noon.

After having dinner with the Guan family here and playing with Guan Xue and Guan Song for a while, Qiao Jianer went back.

Fu Ma carried a basket and distributed things door to door with a gentle expression.

"These are the chestnuts my wife just roasted. They're hot. My wife hasn't cooked much, so please bear with me if they're not to your liking."

Qiao Lian'er was also beside her, smiling sweetly: "I'm also learning to make these dishes. When I'm almost done, I'll share some with everyone."

"She's not as good as the uncles and aunts in cooking. Everyone needs to give her more guidance."