Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

"Come on, come on, come out and tell me what to write on the lot!"

After Yang Chuanwu said something, he turned to Gu Siwei: "Siwei, prepare to write."

Gu Siwei was a little confused at this time, because he knew how to use a hard pen, but now someone gave him a brush.

"I'm not good at calligraphy. I haven't written much before."

Gu Siwei used hard pens at that time, even art pens were fine, but he was really not good at writing brushes. He had never practiced and couldn't control the pen well.

Yang Chuanwu said casually: "They are all pens, so why are they useless? You can write however you want. Anyway, we don't have much literacy here."

The last sentence came to Gu Siwei's ear.

When Gu Siwei heard what he said, he couldn't help but let out a laugh and said: "You can write blindly if you don't know anyone? Also, didn't our Zhuangzi have done illiteracy before? Why can't we find a few people now?" Someone who can read?"

Yang Chuanwu said: "Sweeping is sweeping, but do you think any of us can use words every day? In a blink of an eye, I forgot everything I learned and followed the shit out. Okay, just watch. Just write."

Gu Siwei shook his head, took the pen and found a piece of paper first, and practiced on it with a brush. The writing was not good-looking, far inferior to his hard pen, but it was still good, because he knew the structure of characters and so on. He's still there, at least his words are correct and his accent is correct. It's not pretty, but he can still be recognized.

"I want to write a gold ingot!"

A young man stood up and said something to Yang Chuanwu, and then added: "Draw another gold ingot!"

Yang Chuanwu smiled and said: "I think you look like Jin Yuanbao, which is too vulgar. Return Jin Yuanbao. Have you ever seen what Jin Yuanbao looks like?"

"It sounds like you've seen it before."

Before Yang Chuanwu's words were thrown to the ground, an old man below cheerfully opened his mouth with few teeth to startle Yang Chuanwu.

Yang Chuanwu was not angry and said directly: "I really haven't seen it. Mr. Liu, have you really seen Jin Yuanbao?"

"His family is so poor, has he ever seen a gold ingot? He has seen a golden shit egg, and it must have been in a dream...".

Another old man started to laugh at this person.

Now everyone burst into laughter.

After almost a minute, Yang Chuanwu reached out and pressed: "Everyone, please be quiet, or else gold ingots?"

"If you can't write about Jin Yuanbao, why don't you write about the Sixth Team of Liumo Village? Let's see if it works. It's safer to have more words."

At this time, a man in his thirties said.

"I said to Luan Laoliu, no one in your family is suitable. How can you join in the excitement?"

"I came here just to join in the fun, why can't I do this?"

"Okay, okay, let's go home and make a fuss. Seriously, what should we write?" Yang Chuanwu asked everyone again.

Now some people say they want to write about Jin Yuanbao, and some say they want to write about Team Six of Shimo Village. In short, everyone can write about whatever they want.

"Is there any certainty?" Yang Chuanwu asked loudly.

Gu Siwei reached out and touched him at this time.

"What?"

"Otherwise I can write it all, it's just two pieces of paper anyway."

Gu Siwei really didn't want to wait any longer. Apart from other things, he hadn't eaten dinner yet. Although several people working at his house hadn't eaten either, they all took them home. Just below, Gu Siwei saw two or three people. One of them was holding a stick noodle and munching on it.

As for where the cakes originally brought home went, it goes without saying that they were either given to the children or to the elders in the family. This is what is done now. Respecting the elderly and loving the young is the basic operation.

But Gu Siwei was really hungry now. He had been busy all afternoon and worked for several hours. It was impossible not to be hungry.

"Okay, that's it, write down all the four dimensions!"

The last sentence, Yang Chuanwu said it to the big guy.

Gu Siwei directly wrote, took two pieces of paper, and wrote the six groups of Jin Yuanbao and Shimo Village on them.

"Draw another gold ingot!"

Seeing that Gu Siwei had finished writing, Yang Chuanwu said again.

Gu Siwei said: "Don't we all want fairness and justice? Let others draw this gold ingot!"

"That's a good idea!"

When Yang Chuanwu heard this, he immediately asked the guy in front who was going to draw the gold ingot to come up.

"Uncle, I really can't draw!"

"Then why are you shouting so loudly? Come on, don't take up your time. I haven't eaten yet, so come up and draw something!"

Yang Chuanwu saw that the boy was actually acting coy, and he immediately hated the iron. Seeing that the boy was not moving, he simply went over and carried him directly to the table.

Seeing this boy coming, Gu Siwei gave him the brush in his hand.

This kid was really stumped. He had never seen any gold ingots before. He had seen the ones in the paintings, but with his ability, how could he paint them? !

"You can draw whatever you want!"

Gu Siwei saw that this boy was worried and thought to himself: What, are you really planning to draw an exact gold ingot? Don't think about it, just draw something at random. It's not easy to recognize the thing you drew as a gold ingot.

"yes!"

Hearing what Gu Siwei said, the kid finally understood and slapped his thigh: "I can't just draw whatever I want!"

As he said this, I saw this boy holding the pen in a straight grip. Gu Siwei had seen it on TV in Journey to the West, and this is how Sun Wukong used the pen.

I saw this kid holding a pen and drawing on the blank space at the end of the paper.

"No, don't draw on the words, but on the blank space."

Yang Chuanwu saw this kid's posture and immediately stopped him: "Don't lose the words!"

Gu Siwei was still surprised: How could he still draw all the characters!

Waiting for this kid to draw, Gu Siwei finally realized Yang Chuanwu's previous knowledge. This kid couldn't control the pen at all, and the painting was terrible.

However, as a mark, it is very qualified and most people cannot imitate it.

"I'm going back!"

After that, he had nothing to do, so Gu Siwei talked to Yang Chuanwu.

Yang Chuanwu said: "Wait a while, I might need you to do more work, just wait a while, just touch it in ten minutes."

Gu Siwei had no choice but to stand aside and continue watching.

After the boy finished the painting, Yang Chuanwu drove him away, and called a respected old man, Guo Xiangping, to come up and fold the two pieces of paper with words on them first, and then fold the remaining pieces of white paper. , all threw themselves into the fight.

Finally, under the witness of everyone, Badu was shaken to let the paper inside spread out, and the last piece of red cloth was covered like this.

At this time, Gu Siwei thought about it and thought to himself: There must be an order to the drawings. How to decide who comes first and who comes last, and then draw lots? !

Yang Chuanwu said at this time: "If there is someone in the family who is qualified, I can come up myself or send someone up!"

Hula!

Before Yang Chuanwu finished his words, a group of people arrived at the center of the drying field. It was called a quick move.

"You...you...you are in one group, you...you...you, one group, the remaining group, all groups scissors, rock, paper!"

Gu Siwei originally thought that he would still draw lots, but who knew that Yang Chuanwu's method was still so simple.

There was nothing to say. A group of half-grown boys and young people were divided into three groups and started rock-paper-scissors.

Soon each of the three groups chose the first winner. Naturally, the three groups worked together to determine the first one, and the last two competed again. That's it. In less than five minutes, everyone's order of drawing lots came out. .

At this moment, Gu Siwei was wondering again: Why not use this method to directly compete for the first place?

I'm very confused and want to ask, but Yang Chuanwu is very busy now and really doesn't have time to answer Gu Siwei's question.

The first boy caught one, but when Guo Xiangping opened the paper, it was a blank piece of paper.

Accompanied by a sigh, the boy returned to the crowd dejectedly.

The second one grabbed a piece of white paper, and like a defeated rooster, it fell apart and returned to the crowd.

The third kid was so lucky that he caught one directly. When Guo Xiangping opened the paper, the kid jumped up.

After three or four minutes of excitement, the lottery activity could continue.

There is only one spot left in the field, but there are still more than thirty people, which obviously makes the lottery even more tense.

Gu Siwei looked at the remaining people and found that Zhao Fangming was standing at the last one, so he glanced at him.

At this moment, Zhao Fangming also looked at Gu Siwei. Seeing Gu Siwei looking at him, he smiled bitterly at Gu Siwei. It was obvious that this job recruitment was very important to the livelihood of Zhao Fangming's family, but with his current position, the possibility of getting this job Life is almost zero.

Gu Siwei also smiled at him. At this moment, Lao Gu also felt that he had no hope.

There is also a lot to draw, and this recruitment will be over.

Gu Siwei originally thought that it would be soon. Not only Gu Siwei, but also Yang Chuanwu and others had the same idea, thinking that they should be caught even if they were halfway there!

But the development of things was so unexpected.

Don't say it halfway, when there are five people left, the last lot is still in the badou.

In other words, all the first twenty people drew nothing, and each of the remaining five people had a 20% chance of winning the lottery.

The atmosphere on the court suddenly became tense.

When the fifth boy from the bottom reached out to grab the lots, his hands began to shake.

"null!"

Guo Xiangping opened the paper again, only to see that there was still nothing.

hiss!

There was a gasp from the audience.

"null!"

Wow!

Everyone off the field seemed to be worried.

Gu Siwei also became curious now, and looked at the next person eagerly, because this was too bizarre in terms of probability.

When the penultimate boy took out the paper and it was still empty, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Fangming, who was at the end.

At this moment, Zhao Fangming was dumbfounded.

Now there is the last paper left in Badouli, which is the last quota.

"Zhao Fangming! Come up and draw the lots." Yang Chuanwu didn't expect it, but the result was the result.

Zhao Fangming came back to his senses, turned to look at his wife in the crowd, then came to the front of the badou and took out the last lot from the badou.

Leave it to Guo Xiangping.

Guo Xiangping opened it and showed it, what else could it be if it wasn't the last lot with words written on it!