Chapter 166: drawing

The gold guard said nothing, but he saw the wound on the wrist of the son, two small blood holes, and the blood that flowed out soaked the entire sleeve.
The road back to the Yellow Camel Village was not stable. The carriage woke up to half the day and woke up. She remembered the scene before the coma. It was Meng Nan who plunged on her body and blocked the tiger biting her teeth.
She looked at the carriage and there was nothing but her and three bundles of purple vine leaves.
Meng Nan?
She hurriedly climbed out of the carriage, and Hu Feng, who was driving in the car, asked: "What about Big Brother? How is he?"
Seeing her in a hurry, she was called Meng Nanmeng, and his brow was slightly wrinkled. "He was bitten by his wrist and the gold guard sent him back."
"Is it hurt?" She looked worried.
Hu Feng shook his head: "I don't know, the blood has returned a lot, but Meng Nan said that it is just a flesh wound."
She was relieved, but it was just a flesh wound. It seems that at the crucial time, Hu Feng and Jin Shiwei rushed to save them.
When the carriage returned to the village, it attracted many people to stop and watch, and it was envious and embarrassing.
Back home, Hu Bo rushed out and smiled and said: "You can count it back. There are two people in the city who said that they met you in the city yesterday."
Bai Hao got out of the carriage and was about to jump down, but saw Hu Feng stretched over a hand. She grabbed it and jumped off the frame with his strength.
At this time, two people came out of the house. The young man was Song Qingfeng who was seen on the street yesterday. He was a middle-aged man next to him. He was tall and burly, and his face was dark. The two looked similar. One is the father and son.
"Song Big Brother, Song Bobo." She smiled and greeted her.
Song Qingfeng quickly introduced to his father: "Hey, this is the white girl. Yesterday she said she wanted to get up."
Song Gong piled up with a smile, busy toward Bai Yu and Hu Fengdao: "It turns out that you are a white girl. I used to call Qingfeng this kid to marry me. I didn't expect it to happen."
Zhao Lan came out of the house and smiled and said: "Come in and talk. I cooked sweet tea and said it while drinking."
When everyone entered the house, Bai Yan asked them to sit down and returned to the wooden house behind him. He took out the drawings that were drawn last night from the house.
Song Gong is also a mason who has been working for a lifetime. He has been a house for a lifetime. He can see the detailed drawings like the hands of Bai Yu. He is the first to see it. The paintings are very neat and detailed. The places that need to be explained are all marked. Although he has never built such a house, he even saw it for the first time. With this drawing, he felt that he could build it.
"White girl, who painted this drawing?" Song Gong’s eyes simply left the drawings, like what treasures were seen.
Bai Yan smiled: "I painted it myself, the painting is not good, let you laugh."
Song Gong’s eyes finally left the drawing, and he was surprised to see the little girl who was only twelve or three years old.
Is this picture drawn by you?

Bai Hao nodded: "Yes, our homestead is not big. I have measured it myself. The size is good. You can do it as you like. You are worthwhile to see how much bricks and wood you need. I hope you I can help you all, how much money you need, you can tell me."
Song Gong sighed: "The girl really opened my eyes. Such drawings, I thought that only the craftsmen in Kyoto City could draw them. I didn't expect it to be from a girl like you."