Adi pouted, feeling extremely aggrieved. He was a boy sitting in the room embroidering all day long, and just thinking about it made him sick.

Li Qingyou just thought that he was used to running around outside all day long and was not used to being locked in the room for a while. She smiled and rubbed his head, "Good girl, this is all for your own good. You will know later."

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After saying that, he returned to the east room and continued painting.

Adi looked at her back and pursed his lips, his eyes full of envy. He thought that when he was still in the mansion, what he hated most was writing big characters in the study. However, looking at the needle and thread in his hand now, he would rather write all day long.

The big characters are not willing to do this.

He looked at his clothes again, shook his head and sighed, alas, it was his own fault. He should have denied it when Sister Qingyou mistakenly thought he was a girl.

Now……

Adi sighed and decided to wait a little longer. First, he was still not sure whether all the people who were secretly chasing him had evacuated.

Secondly...he glanced in the direction of Donglijian. Sister Qingyou hated lying the most. She was so angry last time. If she did it again...

The two siblings each occupied a room and each did their own thing.

Li Qingyou focused on the painting in her hand. She sat upright at the table as Adi taught her before, but she didn't hold the pen like a brush, but like a pencil.

Anyway, as long as the things you draw are pleasing to the eye, there is no need to dwell on them.

After almost half an hour, I finally finished a drawing. I picked up the paper and dried the ink and looked around. I was not very satisfied. After all, I had learned a lot from not practicing for many years.

But it's much better than the dullness of "Book of Records".

Put the finished painting aside and continue to draw the second one. Over the course of an afternoon, I eliminated the unsatisfactory ones and drew a total of three finished pieces.

He looked up at the still bright sky outside the window, relaxed his eyes for a while, and rubbed his sore wrists, then carefully put the three paintings at the bottom of the box, tore the remaining paintings into pieces and threw them into the stove.

For five consecutive days, Li Qingyou locked herself in the east room every day. Apart from working, eating and sleeping, she sat at the table and drew pictures. On the sixth day, she finally finished drawing a picture album.

Because "Record of Actions" only has fifteen pages, Li Qingyou also drew fifteen pictures, and then bound it into a volume.

Whether a thing can be sold at a high price, in addition to the quality of the thing, it also needs to have a high-end and classy packaging. "Book of Records" only has a book cover that is so worn that it is about to fall off. Such a book is

No matter how good the content is, it is difficult to meet Bole.

Li Qingyou decided to package her picture album properly.

She first arranged the fifteen paintings neatly, then took out another six pieces of paper and divided them into two parts. Soaked them in rice water, flattened them, and exposed them in the sun. When they dried completely, they turned into two pieces of cardboard.

Then wrap it with black cloth, then sandwich the picture album between it, and sew the edges with thread. In this way, the picture album that was originally just thin suddenly becomes a lot more classy.

Of course this is not enough.

Since it is a book, it naturally needs a title. In addition, she also needs a pen name.

What should I call it?

Li Qingyou held her chin and looked out the window. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She put down a few words on the paper and smiled with satisfaction.

Then he frowned again.

Her calligraphy is really not that good, and there's nothing she can do about it. Practicing calligraphy doesn't happen overnight, but with such a few words in such an exquisite picture album...

It's like an emperor wearing a dragon robe but wearing a pair of holey straw sandals on his feet. It's as awkward as it gets, and the level that she finally climbed up to will suddenly fall off again.

It's easy to find someone to write a few beautiful words, but the hard part is how to stop the person who is helping you to open the picture album and see the content inside.

Li Qingyou frowned for a moment, then suddenly laughed. She was really over the top. She could just take the cover and go.

As for the already bound picture album, you can also unpack it first.

With this thought in mind, Li Qingyou started to unpack the album that had just been bound, carefully put the album away again, and walked out the door with the cover on it.

She went directly to Sibaozhai. The last time she wrote the paperwork for renting a donkey, it was the shopkeeper there who helped write it.

Looking at the cover wrapped in black muslin in his hand, shopkeeper Dong Ting raised his eyelids and looked at Li Qingyou in surprise, "Written with gold powder?"

Too exaggerated?

Although some dignitaries would also use gold powder to write on the fans, they didn't write much on the cover, and it seemed that the cover was quite well made. Of course, the fabric was a little poorer. If it was made of silk, it would be more precious.

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But this girl looks like an ordinary girl, how could she do this?

Li Qingyou just smiled and nodded, without explaining much, and handed over the paper with the title of the book written on it, "Please write according to this."

Knowing the shopkeeper, I didn't ask much. He just wrote a few words. After all, he was paid to do things.

"Picture of Miao Chun?" Shopkeeper Dong looked at the three big characters on the upper right and the four small characters on the lower left corner where the author signed, "Miao Chun is born."

Then he picked up the pen, found some gold powder and mixed it, dipped the pen in it and carefully measured the distance. He couldn't risk ruining such an exquisite cover made by the little girl.

Knowing that the shopkeeper was a scholar, he only thought about it for a little while, and with a stroke of his pen, it was done in one fell swoop.

After he finished writing and the gold powder on it had dried, Li Qingyou's eyes immediately lit up when he took another look at it. The gold characters on a black background looked so high-class.

After giving the money and thanking the shopkeeper, Li Qingyou wrapped the envelope in brown paper like a baby and left Sibaozhai. As soon as he went out, he ran into an acquaintance.

"Brother Qian." Li Qingyou greeted with a smile, "I happened to be thinking of going to your house to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

The person who came was none other than Qian Fugui from the Qian family's motorcade. He happened to be passing by here today and unexpectedly met Li Qingyou. Hearing this, he stopped and asked her what happened.

"I want to go to the provincial capital in the next few days, and I want to ask when your motorcade will set off." Li Qingyou said, "My sister and I."

After all, this kind of picture album is not tofu. It is not easy to sell in the county town, and it cannot be sold at a high price.

He learned from Qian Fugui that the convoy had returned the day before yesterday and was about to leave for the provincial capital the day after tomorrow. Li Qingyou made an appointment with him on the departure time, and said a few words that the donkeys were well raised to reassure him, and then left.

Returned home.

Looking at the slender back of the girl in front of him, Qian Fugui was in a daze for a moment. The last time he saw her was several months ago. He hadn't seen her since that time when she took the donkey away. During that time, he wanted to go there several times.

I couldn't find time to find her, and then my mother stopped me one time.
Chapter completed!