After Jiao Mengshan's eloquence against the blackboard on the wall in the living room, Chen Shangdong hung his head and lost his temper.
The pit has also been entered, and the class has also been started, how can we drop?
Originally, he thought that archaeology and painting were two subjects.
He likes painting. He can devote himself more or less to it, but he certainly doesn't feel boring.
Unexpectedly, Jiao Mengshan talked about it together, and it was the same thing. The name was Archaeological Drawing. The whole class was about the basic knowledge of sketch and view.
"Painting is artistic creation from the perspective of fine arts, while archaeological drawing is to restore the scene from the perspective of science and pay attention to the reality of glasses; painting pays attention to visual cultivation and techniques, whose theoretical basis is art theory and perspective, while archaeological drawing needs to be realized by means of rules, rulers, plates and other tools, whose theoretical basis is descriptive geometry... Chen Shangdong?"
Chen Shangdong was puzzled by five questions and then came to his senses. "What?"
Jiao Mengshan explained with a smile: "This lesson is really boring at the beginning, but it will be better if you get used to it later. Well, go back, remember to take a bath, and then understand the content of this lesson by yourself, and we will continue tomorrow."
Chen Shangdong was full of slanders. Hearing this, he felt like hearing a fairy voice. He grabbed the bag and left.
Mom pulled an egg. Who knows what you two have to plan? I'd better leave early.
When he went out, he looked back and saw that Pinewood was hiding in a corner and looking here.
Bah, the old Taoist priest with a bullnose is the most detestable!
Back at home, Concubine Mi asked about Chen Shangdong's tragic experience, which made Concubine Mi burst out laughing, "Ha ha ha, have you been punished by those two people for a day?"
"What else can I do? Stop laughing and go to boil water. I want to take a bath."
"Don't you worry at all? What if they want to cheat you together?"
Chen Shangdong said with a smile, "He has a good plan. I have a ladder to cross the wall."
"The way? What way?"
"The mountain people have their own ingenious plan. I can't say it clearly for the time being."
Concubine Mi didn't ask much, so she went to the kitchen to boil water.
Chen Shangdong looked at her back and felt indignant. You two are going to push me. The worst thing is that I will make the news of Tiankeng Youbao public when I arrive. Tianduo heroes will stand in front of me to die, and the matter will naturally end.
In this way, I learned the throwing knife, soaked in medicine, and returned the favor. How nice is it? At the thought of this, Chen Shangdong unfolded his face and smiled, laughing so happily that he lost his head and laughed so obscene and obscene.
In the middle of the night, he woke up from a nightmare and suddenly remembered something important.
I can think of thirty-six strategies to go, but those two people will not think of it? What will they do to block themselves? What should I do about the medicine for bathing?
Remembering the scene when Concubine Mi ran back to the house with a red face after taking a bath, Chen Shangdong sat up and thought carefully.
Don't say, it's really possible.
After taking a bath, she obviously felt hot and lustful. If Princess Mi hadn't escaped in time and poured three cups of cold water into her body, it would have been hard to say what she really did.
There is something wrong with this medicine. Chen Shangdong thinks about it very carefully. What if he is poisoned like the one in the novel? Didn't Wei Xiaobao, a shrewd man, also eat the leopard embryo Yijin pill of the Dragon Sect?
No, I have to test it tomorrow.
Unable to sleep, he simply got out of bed and turned on the computer.
The weather in Hangzhou is unknown in winter and spring, and it is extremely warm at this time. Even though it is late at night, the clothes do not feel cold.
The rise of Parasites has slowed down significantly, but because the quality of the book is up to standard, the follow-up is good, and the readers who have collected it have read it carefully, the subscription situation is very stable.
After looking at the background data for a while, Chen Shangdong picked up the script on the table again to look at it.
Because there was no discussion yet, he wrote the draft of "The Craftsman" according to the script provided by Shike. Yesterday, he had to practice throwing knives, so he asked Princess Mi to revise the script.
However, he was not satisfied with the manuscript submitted by Mi Fei before dinner.
"The Craftsman tells the story of the Qing Dynasty. It must have an ancient flavor, and its behavior is different from that of today."
"But can the current audience get used to the ancient flavor? Maybe it will resonate more if some modern words are added properly?"
Recalling the conversation between the two people a few days ago, Chen Shangdong could not help laughing when he looked through the script.
Not to mention, what Mi Fei said is quite reasonable.
In the morning of the next day, Chen Shangdong came to the single door courtyard. He didn't see two old guys. Only the nurse took him to the backyard.
Seeing a bag full of coins on the ground, Chen Shangdong couldn't help sneering, "Are you ashamed and afraid to see me?"
He took out a coin and rubbed it for a long time. His fingers were whispering and he threw it out sharply. With a whoosh, the coin entered the hole steadily.
Let alone say that although the method of the Pine Sect is rigid and brutal, the effect is obvious.
After the 2000 coins were waved out yesterday, Chen Shangdong had already understood the strength of his wrist and the feeling of the three-point line, and could accurately find the target with his eyes closed.
This made him stop complaining. Instead, he decided to increase the amount. Today, he vowed to throw 4000 times and rest again.
After the first 2000 pitches, Matsuki came here leisurely.
"Did you take a bath yesterday? Did you feel it?"
Chen Shangdong leaned on him, "I feel like a beast. Today's arm training is not as painful as yesterday's. What are those medicines? Are they really natural materials and land treasures?"
Pinewood said happily, "Of course, ordinary people can't buy this medicine, so stick to it."
"You won't mix anything else in it, will you?"
Pine looked at him fixedly, "What do you want to say?"
Chen Shangdong said, "I didn't say anything."
Matsuki smiled, "Now you have to retreat or reveal the secrets of Tiankeng, I'm afraid you can't."
Chen Shangdong felt his heart suddenly jump, "Why?"
"The location of the sinkhole is very secret. Nobody can find it except the people of the Brotherhood, and..."
"Nothing. You will like Tiankeng. Practice hard."
Looking at the back of Songmu Shishiran, Chen Shangdong squeezed the coin between his fingers and wanted to wield it forcefully.
The Taoist priest must be hiding something. Maybe there is a leopard embryo Yijin pill.
However, he was powerless to refuse. If he wanted to keep his arm from getting sore and continue to practice throwing knives, he would have to take a bath. It was like smoking opium.
"What else can I do for you?" Chen Shangdong ventured shamelessly.
"We'll know tomorrow," said the Taoist priest Niubi without looking back.
Jiao Mengshan continued his classes in the afternoon, and Chen Shangdong continued to ask, "Do I get paid for practicing throwing knives and taking classes here?"
"Don't Taoist Priest Matsuki tell you? We will know tomorrow."
Shit, is it so mysterious? Is it really good for you? It is true that there is such a good thing in the world as to gain knowledge and skills as well as wages?
One day, when Chen Shangdong came home to have dinner and discussed the script with Concubine Mi, he went to take a bath. When he came out, he found Concubine Mi unexpectedly entered the house early and never came out.
Is it to use oneself as a wolf?
He didn't know that his face was red and his eyes were turning green, which was really like a hungry wolf.
After pouring three large cups of cold water, Chen Shangdong returned to the room to sit still.
What will happen if he joins the boat with Pine Wood and Jiao Mengshan? He doesn't think about it. It's a surprise if he can get some real benefits back. Anyway, they have money. Do they have to pay some money to hire themselves?
It's just that these two old men are obviously out of line. They can't really hide any evil, can they?
After pondering for a long time, he shook his right arm and began to code.
Because his right shoulder was as heavy as iron, his coding speed slowed down obviously, and he had finished writing 4000 words late at night.
"Anyway, there are still a lot of manuscripts, but there is no danger of breaking." Chen Shangdong explained himself in this way, patted his cheek and went to bed.