After talking to the young wife, Ma Boqian continued to walk forward, along the path, accompanied by the peach trees beside the path, and soon Ma Boqian was in the peach blossom forest.

The peach tree, which was two meters high, was flooded with Ma Boqian.

Ma Boqian was very strange. The peach trees here had not been pruned, and they were in the most primitive natural state. They grew taller than the peach trees in ordinary peach forests and had a larger expansion canopy. This was not like a peach forest that was planted by individuals.

Nowadays, peach trees are no longer like before. They focus on grafting, pruning and other technologies. The current technology has made peach trees less like peach trees, just to bear more and larger fruits.

These peach trees are different. They are still the same as the peach trees. The peach blossoms on the branches are still full of clusters, especially enchanting.

Ma Boqian likes such peach trees and also appreciates such peach blossoms, but he couldn't help but worry about the farmers in Liushu Village, fearing that these peach trees will affect their harvest.

I reached out and gently pressed a peach branch, put it in front of my nose and sniffed it lightly. The fragrance of the peach tree was not obvious. Even if it was close to my nose, I could smell some woody air and the greenness of spring.

Just as Ma Boqian was admiring the peach blossoms, a conversation sounded in his ears. The language used by the people talking was Chinese, but Japanese.

Ma Boqian is a Japanese person. He not only knows Japanese, but also speaks French and English. As a rich young man, Ma Boqian received a strict education when he was a child.

It is a bit exaggerated to say that one is well-versed in Chinese and Western learning, but one knows that Ma Boqian is still worthy of ancient and modern times. These are not born, but come from the strict education of teachers and teachers in their childhood in their families for years.

When he was young, Ma Boqian also liked to play and did not like reading, but when he used the knowledge he learned to understand the world, he deeply thanked the teacher for his severity.

Just like now, people who don’t understand Japanese don’t know what these people are saying, but they understand.

He walked forward quickly and avoided the troubled peach branches. Ma Boqian saw two young men sitting between the peach trees, posing an easel in front of each of them.

They are sketching!

Ma Boqian stood behind them and observed their paintings.

Both of them are of average level and talent. They only take four or five years of skill in their hands.

For oil painting, four or five years is enough. If you have talent, you are already at the level of a master at this time.

Of course, there are many ordinary people in this world, and only a very small number of masters are.

Just like the two people in front of you, they belong to the majority.

If painting is stingy on this issue, it will still be in the Renaissance era. Now, whether it is oil painting or Chinese painting, it pays attention to meaning rather than form.

The peach tree painted by the two people in front of me was shaped but could not express its meaning. The magnificent meaning of the peach tree did not come out.

So these paintings are just copying nature. To copy nature, cameras are better than humans and faster, so the image is meaningless in this era, and no matter how good they are, they are worthless.

Ma Boqian's painting skills are limited, but his vision is very good.

That's because when his grandfather was alive, he had contacts with many literati and poets, and there were many masters of painting. After a long time, he naturally got up.

People in the world say that noble sons from poor families are more likely to have noble sons from wealthy families because their congenital conditions are too good.

The two people who painted were very devoted and focused on their own paintings, but did not realize that there was someone behind them.

About ten minutes later, someone saw Ma Boqian.

With the Japanese's unique politeness, this man stood up and bowed first.

Ma Boqian bowed, but his waist was straightened: "I'm sorry, I just watched it, I'm sorry to bother you."

When they heard Ma Boqian's Japanese serious Kansai accent, both of them were stunned and then showed a surprise expression.

"Have you lived in Osaka?"

"No, my former Japanese teacher was from Osaka," said Ma Boqian.

“Oh~!”

Communicating with a Chinese in Japanese obviously made the two Japanese feel quite interesting, so they sat down and started chatting.

Through chatting, Ma Boqian finally realized that these Japanese people were not here to support construction or invest, but were employed by a company and came here to work.

This shocked Ma Boqian a little, because the situation in China is that when you see foreigners, you will be a big shot. Not to mention others, but only at the entrances of consulates in big cities and abroad, there are many Chinese men and women looking forward to getting a foreign visa.

Nowadays, if some women are with a foreigner, they have to walk with the wind.

"Mr. Sangbai?"

Ma Boqian finally heard his familiar name, which surprised him even more.

Seeing the two Japanese nodding and admiring looks, he felt inquiry.

When Ma Boqian picked up Sang Bai's words, the two Japanese seemed to have opened a painting box, and their mouths were full of praise.

To be honest, Ma Boqian hasn't heard such praise from the Japanese for a long time.

After understanding it, Ma Boqian realized that the young man who returned to the village with him yesterday was actually a comic master.

Ma Boqian has no idea of ​​looking down on comics. He also knows the power of Japanese comics. He has never thought that a Chinese, the Chinese who stayed in this village, could impress the Japanese in this regard.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Ma Boqian said goodbye and returned, while the two Japanese invited Ma Boqian to visit their residence if they had time.

Ma Boqian agreed, and then the three of them came separately and walked along the brick and stone path. Ma Boqian enjoyed the scenery while walking towards his residence.

Go east along the river bank and look to the other side along the way. From time to time, you can see one or two farmers working in the fields.

Ma Boqian had seen farmers working in the fields, but this kind of labor in Liushu Village gave him a new feeling that was not available elsewhere. The farmers here were smiling on their faces, and the same hoes and shovels seemed to have a little more romantic in their hands, adding a little calmness.

Soon Ma Boqian discovered the biggest difference. Not to mention going to the fields to work, even if they usually go to the market, there are a few people with no patches on their bodies, and a few people's skin is not rough like old tree bark.

But the farmers in Liushuzhuang are not like this. They are thin but not skinny and bone-like. They have flesh on their arms and legs that are obviously exposed, which is the result of adequate nutrition.

Not to mention the clothes on your body, although you can’t see the popular ones now, everyone has a serious gown. Even if you have patches, it’s at most the size of a thumb.

Turning back to where he lived, Ma Boqian saw a pile of things piled up at his doorstep.

There are newly picked vegetables, melons with water, and even a small bag of rice and a small bucket of oil.

Just when Ma Boqian was stunned, an old man happened to pass by here.

"Are you a new gentleman?" The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Ma Boqian and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ji Weigen, and I am the oldest in the village."

Ji Weigen was very happy. He felt that the gentleman in front of him was the same as he thought, not like Mr. Sang, which made people feel a little bit. How to say it, it was just a sense of detachment. He didn't look like a gentleman, but he was even more powerful than Mr.

"It turns out to be Mr. Ji." Ma Boqian immediately bowed slightly. This is something that has been taught all year round and is engraved in Ma Boqian's bones.

"Don't be so wrinkled, just call me Lao Ji," Ji Weigen said with a smile.

Ma Boqian didn't say anything.

"These things are given by everyone, and they are not worth much. You can tell everyone after eating them."

Ji Weigen saw Ma Boqian's gaze and guessed what he was thinking, so he opened his mouth and said.

Ma Boqian said: "This is not good. I have a salary when I come to teach. I can't take everyone's things in vain. I'll calculate it for everyone later..."

"That's all right. You are a husband from the village. When you come to the village, you teach the children in the village. We are a family. It's not uncommon for a family to give each other something to be considered money, right?..." Ji Weigen said immediately.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, I'll go to the field to work." After Ji Weigen said that, he turned to the side of the bridge.

At this time, Ma Boqian could still hear Ji Weigen muttering: What kind of money do these things cost? They are not worth walking back and forth.

Ma Boqian felt the kindness of the villagers, opened the door and moved these things into the house first, and then prepared to cook.

There is a kitchen here. Although it is not Ma Boqian's, it is almost the same now because no one except him will use the kitchen of the village committee office.

Ma Boqian was setting up a stand to prepare for porridge, and Lu Qingyao was here.

"Mr. Ma, are you busy?" Lu Qingyao asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Ma Boqian asked, "I have never had such a good sleep."

The truth about Ma Boqian told me, since he left his home in a big city, he took a hot spring bath before going to bed for the first time and washed his body clean.

"By the way, I want to ask where Sangbai's house is. I also want to ask him when to return the motorcycle."

Ma Boqian asked.

Lu Qingyao said: "You don't have to worry about this. I have arranged for someone to ride a bike and return it. You, just stay in the village. If you have any needs, tell me."

"Can I meet the students?" Ma Boqian asked again.

Lu Qingyao was amused when he heard this: "Of course, I'll call you later!"

As he said that, he shouted directly at his own direction: "Da Yu, Xiao Le, you two come here to meet the teacher!"

"Okay!"

So after a while, two girls appeared in front of Ma Boqian.

"It's just that they don't have a boy of the right age?" Ma Boqian asked.

Who knew that Dayu was unhappy when he heard this: "Sir, what's wrong with the girl?"

Ma Boqian was stunned at first when he heard this, and then immediately said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I hope there are more students."

Ma Boqian's apology was very sincere, and he felt a little embarrassed to make him happy all of a sudden.

Lu Qingyao raised his hand and wanted to pat Da You's head, but he couldn't bear to let it go, so he had to hang it in the air, and it fell on Da You's head and it had become a gentle caress.

"Talking to the sir like this, I will break your legs next time!"
Chapter completed!