Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Heavenly God Portrait

Ye Shiqi successfully brought back some charcoal to her room and crouched over some discarded wooden strips her father had placed there.

She looked for a slightly larger piece and drew a wooden doll she had seen online in her previous life.

Online, Ultraman was always being shown, with many such toys being made by people.

She tried to draw the shape of an Ultraman. In her previous life, she had a foundation in drawing; sketching was the simplest. She carefully used the charcoal, but her small hands were not very strong, which made her handicraft skills quite weak.

What she held was not a paintbrush, but the simple shapes didn’t stop her.

“Sister, what is this?” Siya crouched next to her sister, curiously looking on.

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She thought her sister was just randomly drawing on the wood, but as it began to resemble a certain character, Siya couldn’t help but let her curiosity get the better of her and she asked.

“This is a warrior,” Ye Shiqi didn’t know how to respond, so she used this topic to explain.

“Warrior? What’s a warrior? Does our country have them?” Siya had heard from their father that their country was in an era of peace and prosperity, and although their family was poor, they lived peaceful and happy days.

“Oh, if there’s no war, there are no Heavenly Gods! This one is a hero, they only appear during wars,” Ye Shiqi vaguely said, not even sure if this world in the book had foreign countries.

“Hero? What’s a hero? Is this a Heavenly God hero?”

Siya’s eyes were filled with wonder as she gazed at the wooden doll in Ye Shiqi’s hand.

“Didn’t father say that our dynasty also has generals? Generals are heroes!” Ye Shiqi explained again, having already sketched out a simple Ultraman.

Then she began drawing a fairy, recalling the TV dramas from her previous life with fairies wearing celestial robes and capable of flying through the sky and burrowing into the ground.

She wondered if this world in the book had any concept of deities, but if she made wooden dolls of fairies, would there be a market for them?

In Ye Shiqi’s little head, all she thought about all day was making money, thinking that if she could help her family earn money, she wouldn’t have to go without meat.

In her past life of luxury, Ye Shiqi used to be scared of meat, fearing obesity.

Eating meat leads to lots of fat, and even when she studied abroad, she didn’t adopt the bread-eating habits of foreigners, always going to Chinese restaurants to eat Chinese food when dining out.

Having a stepmother and a caring father, she hadn’t endured much hardship.

However, in this world within the book, she suffered much hardship even in her childhood, never even tasting meat.

“Siwa, is this Sister Mei?” Wuwa recognized in the wooden doll that Siwa was drawing, which must be a fairy elder sister from the picture-story books.

“Yes, elder sister is really smart.” Ye Shiqi had spent some time drawing two images and felt a bit tired and thought it was time to rest, so she placed the two pieces of wood on the table.

“Hehe, Wuwa, I’ll take you to wash your hands.” Siya had strong hands; at just over four months old, Wuwa could already be lifted by her, perhaps because she had gotten used to it and built up the strength in her arms.

Hongji felt thirsty, so he stopped his work, poured a cup of water, and drank a few sips. The noise from his work earlier was so loud that he could not hear what the two little girls were doing or talking about in their room.

Seeing that the two girls had gone to wash their hands, Hongji, out of curiosity, decided to first go back to the room to see what was going on, feeling that Wuwa wouldn’t just be using charcoal to draw on the walls.

Why he felt this way, he couldn’t quite understand. His little daughter’s actions were so numerous that they piqued his curiosity to investigate further.

As Hongji reached the doorway of the room, he saw on the room’s only small table, the previously collected discarded wood, not the focus of his attention, but the two wooden strips had been drawn on with charcoal.

“Heavenly God Warrior, fairy?” Hongji nervously took a few steps into the room and picked up the two pieces of wood.

As a carpenter who drew patterns and designs, the patterns he produced never seemed as clear or lifelike as these two small ones.

Hongji, unable to put the drawings down, heard the footsteps of little Siwa and turned to see Siwa coming in, holding Wuwa.

“Dad, do you know the warrior hero and Sister Mei?”

“Siwa, did Wuwa draw these?” Hongji looked at his little girl as if she were a treasure, but since the little girl couldn’t speak, he could only ask Siya, who was present.

“Yes, Wuwa drew them. Does Wuwa really like the warrior and Sister Mei?” Siya looked at her father with hopeful eyes, her little heart believing that with such beautiful drawings, Dad could surely make the toys.

In her young heart, Dad could do anything.

“Good, I’ll go carve the toys now.”

Hongji’s eyes shone with a hint of pride, feeling good about being admired by his daughter. Since he was young, he had loved carving, and under his father’s guidance, he had become a carpenter and made it his profession.

In fact, he had aspirations to become a master carver, but his drawing skills were lacking, and no one here sought him out to make toys.

Plus, there were no other materials available to practice on. Toys made from ordinary wood were never valuable and would be a waste of paint.

If it were valuable wood, it would be different, but he did not have access to valuable wood here; the nearby mountains only had pine and fir.

These two types of wood sparked Hongji’s dreams. Even though it was just ordinary wood, he wanted to create beautiful carvings, not for selling but for the children to play with.

“Hee hee hee,” Siya hopped joyfully as she watched Dad take the wood outside.

Ye Shiqi blinked. Could Dad handle carving? Wouldn’t it waste the drawings she made?

In any case, she could only see if her dad had the skill. She couldn’t wield a carving knife as a child and didn’t know how to carve without Dad’s teaching.

Hongji took two small pieces of wood to the thatched carpenter’s room, picked up his carving tools, and without concerning himself with the furniture he was working on, began to carve carefully.

“Hongji, what are you doing? Didn’t see, are you rushing to get work done? Since when have you become so irresponsible? Ignoring important tasks to make toys?”

Hongji’s father didn’t see the drawings on the wood in his son’s hands and assumed his son was indulging his daughter, neglecting proper carpentry work and focusing first on his granddaughter’s toys.

“Dad, let me carve these two toys first; maybe our family could gain a new source of income.”

“You can forget that thought; haven’t you made toys and tried to sell them before? What was the result? You just wasted paint and labor. You’re not young anymore; you can’t consider playful carving a business. We need to hurry up and finish your sister’s dowry, then take on other work.”

Hongji listened to his father’s discouraging words, words he had heard many times before and had tried hard only to give up. @@novelbin@@

He felt he couldn’t give up again. Even if not as a livelihood, he had to make these two toys for the children to play with.

“Dad, you need to speak to my elder brother. He always spoils his kids so much, helping me with my dowry isn’t important to him; Brother is too biased.”

Ye Shuzhi heard her father and brother talking in the room, the courtyard was small enough that loud conversations could be heard.

She felt a surge of anger, her words tinged with fury.

“Shuzhi, once I’ve carved these two toys, I will work overtime to get your dowry done. It definitely won’t delay your wedding day. Don’t talk about bias; they’re my children too.”

Hongji retorted without even looking up.