In the end, it was difficult for the two little girls Qin'er and Qi'er to find the charcoal, and what Qin Yong did after getting the charcoal made them feel "broken" because he actually chopped it with all his strength with a hatchet.

, the result was that the charcoal foam flew everywhere, and in the end even half of his body was blackened!

With the little minds of Qin'er and Qi'er, they really can't figure out why Qin Yong did this. The only explanation is that their dandy uncle is crazy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it anyway.

Such stupid things happen.

"There are so many of them, they should be able to be used for a while, right?"

After a long while, Qin Yongcai finally put down the hatchet and stood up. At this time, in his hand were about ten charcoal sticks that he had shaved to the size of his little finger.

Seeing such a scene, the two little girls couldn't help but ask: "Aunt...Uncle, what do you want this charcoal for? It can't be burned, and it will also dirty your hands!"

"Hey, you don't understand this! Go and help me find some more suitable bamboo branches!"

So, the two little girls Qin'er and Qi'er had no choice but to run errands for him again.

Fortunately, these bamboo branches were much easier to find than the untimely charcoal, so it didn’t take long for the two little girls to come back with a large bundle of bamboo branches, and then piled them in Qin Yong’s room and never moved again!—

-For a whole day, they had been running back and forth to help Qin Yong, the playboy, with charcoal and bamboo branches. They were really exhausted. Moreover, they had no idea what Qin Yong, the playboy, was doing, so naturally they felt a little bit in their hearts.

Forgive me.

"Uncle, what is this?"

Qin Yong's "thing" was finally fiddled with, but the final "finished product" made the two little girls even more speechless, because they really couldn't see the meaning of stuffing the charcoal rod into the bamboo branch!

"Haha, you want to know?"

Qin Yong stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile.

"Uh-huh!"

So Qin'er and Qi'er nodded quickly. They wanted to know so much, otherwise, they might not even be able to sleep tonight!

"Okay, then you all need to wait for me to take a bath, and then I'll tell you!"

This is naturally not a problem, because this is what the two little girls usually do.

In this era, the life of wealthy people is luxurious and decadent. There are bearers when going out, maids when bathing, and even when going to the toilet, someone needs to be waiting outside.

In Qin Yong's case, it was because he couldn't adapt to this extremely lazy lifestyle at the beginning, so he asked all his servants in the yard to go out. As for Qin'er and Qi'er, they came

After that, although they were extremely nervous about whether they would be molested by their dandy uncle while they were waiting for Qin Yong to take a bath and change clothes, Qin Yong only asked them to put away the bath water every time.

They didn't even need to enter, so they gradually stopped worrying.

"Uncle, please..."

The bath water was quickly put away, so Qin Yong went to take a bath comfortably, then changed into a set of clothes under the care of Qin'er and Qi'er, and finally brought the two girls to the study.

In the study, Qin Yong took a knife and sharpened one of the bamboo branches, including the charcoal stick inside. Then, under the gaze of the two little girls, he wrote: "It is noon on the day of weeding, and the sweat drips from the weeds."

Go down to the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate has been worked hard for?" He originally only knew how to write simplified Chinese characters, but he also recognized most of the traditional Chinese characters. This poem happened to have twenty characters, and he was able to translate them all into traditional Chinese.

"What? Uncle, did you write this poem?"

After seeing clearly what Qin Yong wrote on the paper, both Qin'er and Qi'er looked surprised.

"Uh... what I want you to read is not poetry, but words! Why, don't you feel any difference?"

Qin Yong was a little dumbfounded. Naturally, he wrote this poem casually. His purpose was not the poem itself, but the word, because the word was written with the charcoal pen in his hand, which was the kind of bamboo branch.

A combination of adding charcoal rods. This should be the earliest pencil in history, right? Although the original pencil is purely made of charcoal, the color is still lighter, but it must be admitted that it does achieve the

It has the basic functions of ordinary pencils.

"Character?"

Hearing what Qin Yong said, the two little girls finally reacted. Then they said: "Uncle, are you saying that your poem was written with this charcoal?"

"Yes! How is it? Not bad, right? Is it much more convenient than your brush?"

Qin Yong said happily. He felt quite excited to be able to create something that belongs to future generations in this era. But it is a pity that his happy mood is obviously incomprehensible to Qin'er and Qi'er.

, then I heard Qin'er say: "Gu... Guye, how convenient is this? In the time you just spent, I even copied down a copy of "The Thousand-Character Classic"!"

"Well……"

Qin'er gave Qin Yong "internal injuries" with just one sentence. After a long while, he said helplessly: "Oh, that's different. Look, I don't need ink or an inkstone for this piece, and it comes with me."

The fonts are clear and small, so isn’t it much more convenient than a brush?”

"But your handwriting is not pretty!"

Well, Qin Yong was finally defeated. The reason was that others didn't care about the things he cared about, and he didn't care about the things they cared about, so naturally he was indifferent.

However, he is not someone who can be defeated so easily. No, as soon as he rolled his eyes, he quickly thought of a way to "persuade" the two little girls, so he said to him:

"Well, I see you two are like this! One of you can sit over there and be a model for me, and the other one can help me find a flat drawing board!"

"Model? Drawing board?"

It was the first time for Qin'er and Qi'er to hear such two very modern words, so naturally they didn't understand what these two words meant. Even later Qin Yong tried his best to use words they could understand.

He explained it again, but they still couldn't understand why a good-looking person would become a so-called "model", so Qin Yong had to ask one of them to sit there obediently and not move, and the other to find a flat piece for him.

Straight boards come back, that's enough!

So, the two little girls rolled their eyes at him and said angrily: "Uncle, you should have told me earlier! It will make the maids guess!"

In the end, it became Qin Yong's fault! Qin Yong almost lost his temper! But he didn't have time to argue with these two little girls! Because he had already planned to draw the first painting of this era.

A "sketch" has arrived.

"Qin'er, sit still and don't move!"

"Chess, you can't move either!"

"But...but, uncle, Qin'er is so tired!"

"Uncle, the chess piece is also..."

…

In the end, it was the maid Qin'er who served as Qin Yong's model, but in fact Qi'er was not much better, because Qin Yong actually asked her to use her back as a "drawing board" for him!

Moreover, they were asked not to move at all, so they both suffered. Before a quarter of an hour, the two little girls were staggering, so Qin Yong had no choice but to speed up.

.

"Uncle, are you okay? Qin'er really can't support it anymore."

"Uncle, the chess piece is also..."

"Okay, forget it, you all stop and move around!"

Qin Yong was actually a little speechless, because he was not very satisfied with the newly completed character sketch. One of the reasons for this was because the two girls Qin'er and Qi'er were moving around, so it was inevitable that there would be some confusion when writing.

The second reason is that there is no eraser in this era, so every stroke he makes is done once. In this way, it is naturally impossible to achieve perfection! Moreover, his hand

The original pencil inside was lacking in hardness, color, etc., so even though a lot of effort was wasted, Qin Yong still felt unsatisfied.

It turns out that he also learned sketching and drawing in later universities! The main reason is because the major he studied is the so-called architecture department, and students in the architecture department must have the ability to paint and draw, as in front of him

This kind of "sketching" of characters is just a basic skill.

"Come and take a look! How do you feel?"

Qin Yong waited for the two little girls to calm down, then handed the drawing board in his hand to them and said.

"Hiss..."

Sure enough, the eyes of the two little girls who were still muttering to themselves about Qin Yong, the dandy uncle's abuse of them, suddenly widened! Because they had never thought that what appeared in front of them would be such a painting, with meticulous brushwork.

?Profound artistic conception?

In fact, these have nothing to do with the painting in front of you. But what is commendable is that this painting is realistic! It is super realistic, which completely "reproduces" the basic outline of Qin'er, so at first glance, it is simply lifelike.

, it was like looking into a mirror! So Qin'er and Qi'er were naturally shocked! Because they had never seen or heard of a painting with such a style of writing before!

"How's it going? I'm a good pencil, right? Even if I use it for drawing, that's fine..."

Qin Yong saw the two girls Qin'er and Qi'er looking stunned, and said with a little pride. It turns out that the reason why he decided to use this pencil to draw such a sketch just now was to prove to them

, this lead smile still has many wonderful uses, no, sketches or sketches like this are simply not comparable to ordinary brushes.

But what he didn't expect was that what the two girls Qin'er and Qi'er were thinking at this time were completely different from his, so he saw the two girls come back to their senses and said a little fanatically.
Chapter completed!