The Vicious Widow Widow Dressed As the Male Lead of Farming Fields

  Chapter 14 Misunderstood A Niang

  The rope was let down, and Liang Yi dragged the rope to climb up little by little. As for Zhou Zhongming, someone naturally pulled him up. He is a great hero in the village, just look at the person who saved him.

  Going down the mountain, Mrs. Chen waited at the entrance of the village with anxious lotus fragrance.

  Seeing the dirty Liang Yi came back, Mrs. Chen said eccentrically: "I have never seen this sister-in-law so vicious, calling a person with an eye injury to go hunting in the mountains."

  Compared to Chen's sarcasm, He Xiang was more straightforward, she rushed forward to hit Liang Yi.

  Liang Yi nimbly dodged and grabbed the troublemaker's hand.

   "Mr. Chen, I also warn you, mind your own business."

  Liang Yi sneered: "I have no parents-in-law, and I have raised two children for my husband's family. As long as I don't steal from others, no one can do anything to me."

   After sternly warning Mrs. Chen, Liang Yi turned around and picked up Zhou Anan who was hiding in the crowd by the collar, while holding the short and thin Zhou Yuanyuan with the other hand.

   "Little bastard, no one cares about you, right? It's dark and you're still wandering outside, beware of big bugs coming to eat you."

   Zhou Anan looked around in fright, only looking at his feet under his little head.

  Zhou Yuanyuan lay on Liang Yi's thin shoulders, sniffing greedily, thinking, A Niang is actually not fierce at all, but she just has a bad temper.

  They all misunderstood A Niang.

  Liang Yi clicked the progress bar late at night and returned to the familiar space.

However, there was not much time left for her, so Liang Yi hurriedly took the remaining more than one hundred packets of seasoning powder, rushed to the study room, took a box of drawing tools and a sea of ​​flowers oil painting painted in his spare time, and went to the closet to get a set of treasured ones. The Hanfu and the veil quickly returned to the dimly lit room.

  Hanfu was a gift from her friend who opened an online store. It is low-key, luxurious, and rigorous, which happens to be in line with the dress of a rich lady in her current era.

  The sky was bright, Liang Yi took the packed things and caught up with the ox cart to the town.

  Get out of the car and find a hidden place, put on a Hanfu and a veil, and walk to the auction house not far away. She plans to sell her oil paintings to see if she can make a living with her good skills.

  If it is possible, there will be another way in the future. Even if Zhou Zhongming drives her out of the house, she can still live in another identity.

  Other identities may face the dilemma of being gossiped, but the artist will not.

  Walking into the store, Liang Yi's well-thought-out and rich man's appearance attracted the manager, and he quickly entertained him with tea, and invited him into the private room.

   "I don't know if Miss has anything to consign for sale?" The steward asked respectfully.

  Liang Yi wiped the cold sweat from his hands, lowered his voice, and said, "You can't do it, call your shopkeeper over."

  The steward hurriedly ordered someone to find the shopkeeper, while he himself served Liang Yi more respectfully.

  The shopkeeper is a man in his fifties, slightly fat and with a moustache. Seeing Liang Yina's demeanor, he knew that he had met a consignor who really had a treasure.

   "I am Ma Liang, the shopkeeper of Dongying Consignment Shop. I don't know what treasure the lady is consigning. If it is unusual, someone Ma will give you a good price."

  Liang Yi took out the packaged oil painting and unpacked it layer by layer.

  On the half-meter-long drawing paper, there is a peach blossom forest. The eyes gradually deepen from far to near, with distinct layers and gorgeous colors. The peach blossoms seem to be blooming on the table, and you can even smell the fragrance of the painting.

  There are people watching and playing on the paper. With a few strokes, the gestures of the people are vividly drawn. This painting is so bright that I can't take my eyes off it. My eyes are glued to it.

  (end of this chapter)