Chapter 565 - 565 566 Go Find Kuang Yunxian

Chapter 565: Chapter 566: Go Find Kuang Yunxian Chapter 565: Chapter 566: Go Find Kuang Yunxian So, she also needed money, a lot of money. When the time came, she would hire bodyguards to protect them because she certainly couldn’t be by their side at all times.

“Oh my, it really is you, isn’t it? Xiao Chiang, you’ve turned out to be a genius young painter!”

“That’s incredible!” Aunt Ah Yu came running out as well, and Old Huo took the newspaper, “Let me see, let me see.”

Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao both had tears welling up in their eyes.

“Our little one has really made something of herself, truly excelling!”

Chiang Songhai’s voice choked up a bit, “Should we tell Secretary Yao about this? If he finds out, he would be delirious with joy!”

That’s one thing he remembered, Secretary Yao had given them quite a bit of help, and Chiang Songhai knew that he valued Chiang Xiao, believing she would bring honor to Siyang Village in the future.

Thus, feeling proud of such an honorable event, he thought of quickly informing Secretary Yao.

Chiang Xiao felt it didn’t matter, guessing Deng Qingjiang wouldn’t return to the village so soon.

“Grandpa, let’s tell him when we return to the village, there’s no need to call specifically now, and I still need to go to the city and get things clarified.”

There was prize money involved, the newspaper said it was eight hundred yuan. That was no small sum, in that era, being able to offer such a prize amount was a lot.

She was just that vulgar, she definitely wouldn’t miss out on that money.

Moreover, the report also mentioned the Autumn Scenery Painting as a prize, and she was puzzled, wasn’t the Autumn Scenery Painting her teacher copied already ruined? Where had Kuang Yun Xian managed to find another Autumn Scenery Painting?

In recent times at the villa, Chiang Xiao’s schedule had been filled to the brim; she had to learn from Aunt Ah Yu, from Huo Family father and son the craftsmanship of making Da Hong Pao tea, and in her spare time had painted quite a bit, even completing the Autumn Scenery Painting in the “Space” at night.

The moment she saw that ruined Autumn Scenery Painting she had this impulse, and finally, painting it out felt like lifting a burden off her chest.

Besides that, she spent the rest of her time contemplating on her plans for opening a handcrafted tea shop and its packaging.

Now that she knew she had won, she certainly had to find Kuang Yun Xian.

“It’s right to get things clarified, Chiang Xiao needs to go and receive the award, doesn’t she?” said Old Huo with reading glasses on, scrutinizing the newspaper, “And there’s prize money of eight hundred yuan too! Chiang Xiao is truly incredible!”

Uncle Huo chuckled, “Had I known, I would have asked Chiang Xiao to paint a piece for me. Keep it for a few years, and once Chiang Xiao becomes a famous painter, that piece would surely be priceless!”

Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao loved hearing this kind of talk.

Anyway, hearing Chiang Xiao being praised was even more pleasurable to them than receiving compliments themselves.

“Is there really prize money of eight hundred yuan?” asked Chiang Songhai.

Old Huo quickly passed the newspaper over, the Grandfather hadn’t even had the chance to read it yet, but he had already snatched it first.

Chiang Songhai hurriedly read the newspaper, “Little one, there’s a photo here, which one did you draw?”

“Grandpa, this one, this one.” Chiang Xiao leaned over to point it out to him, and Ge Liutao also moved closer to take a look.

They had been drinking Ganoderma water and Ginseng Water, feeling that their slightly presbyopic eyes seemed to be trouble-free again, seeing everything clearly.

Chiang Xiao had mentioned it to them once, and apart from talking about the Ganoderma water, she also hoodwinked them a bit, saying living in the tea farm for a month, where the air was good, surrounded by greenery, was very fresh and protective for the eyes, beneficial for their vision.

As for Old Huo, it was just that he was indeed getting on in years.

Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao felt she made sense in whatever she said, sitting out on the front platform every early morning, looking out over the verdant tea fields for a good while.