Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 263 - 262: An Indestructible Cloth Book? The Courtyard Children Line Up to Cheer!

Chapter 263: Chapter 262: An Indestructible Cloth Book? The Courtyard Children Line Up to Cheer!

When Gu Yanshen entered the door, he was carrying a box in his arms.

It was full of good stuff.

Two cartons of Da Qianmen, two bottles of Maotai, and even a bag of rare milk powder.

He placed the box on the table with a "thud."

Lin Wanyi was feeding Gu Ning some porridge and glanced back.

"Did you rob the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Gu Yanshen unbuttoned his uniform collar, hung his hat on the wall, his face dark.

"Robbing would be better."

He pointed to the box of items.

"It’s all debt."

"The company commander wants Happy Sheep, the second regiment commander wants Lazy Sheep, and Zhao Tiezhu, that rascal, insists on Red Wolf, saying it looks like his wife."

Gu Yanshen pulled out a chair, sat down, and downed the half a cup of water that Lin Wanyi had left.

"They said, if they don’t see a painting by tomorrow, I shouldn’t even think about going into the classroom."

Lin Wanyi laughed.

She pointed to the desk.

"I want to paint too."

Gu Yanshen looked over.

The desk was empty.

"No paper left?"

"None." Lin Wanyi spread her hands, "Even the practice paper Gu An used for calligraphy was borrowed by Sister Su Qing from next door, saying she wanted to take it back for Xiao Hu to copy."

Gu Yanshen frowned.

A clever woman can’t cook without rice.

In these times, paper was also a scarce good, with everyone having a rationed amount.

"I’ll go to the logistics office to get some." Gu Yanshen stood up to leave.

"Stop."

Lin Wanyi called out to him.

"Even if you get paper, it won’t help."

She took out the two pieces of painting that were torn yesterday by Fan Chunhua and slapped them on the table.

"The paper is too fragile."

"Kids aren’t gentle; they snatch and pull until it’s torn to shreds."

"Then they cry when it’s torn and want to draw another; am I supposed to keep using my hand for this?"

Gu Yanshen looked at the pile of torn paper, silent.

Indeed.

He had heard how those kids almost fought to death over a piece of painting yesterday.

Giving paper to a bunch of wild monkeys is like throwing buns to dogs.

"Then don’t paint." Gu Yanshen pushed the box of gifts aside, "I’ll return them tomorrow morning."

"Return what?"

Lin Wanyi walked over, protected the box behind her, and casually pulled out the bag of milk powder.

"Once something is in my hands, how can it fly away?"

She looked at Gu Yanshen, raising an eyebrow.

"I have a way."

"What will you do?"

"Make something tear-proof."

In the late night.

Gu Yanshen and the two children were sound asleep.

Lin Wanyi got out of bed.

She drew the curtains and locked the door.

In a flash, she entered the space.

The space was spring all year round, with bright light.

She walked to the corner where a few large redwood boxes were.

Those were the dowries left by the original owner’s parents, which she had previously stored in the space to avoid attention.

She opened a box.

On top was a bright white fine cotton cloth.

It was the best "Dacron" blend of the time, strong, wear-resistant, and smooth.

It was originally saved for making shirts.

Lin Wanyi touched the fabric.

"It’s you."

She picked up scissors.

"Snip, snip."

The white cloth was cut into palm-sized squares.

Neatly, a total of thirty pieces.

She brought over the prepared Spiritual Spring Pigment.

The red strawberry gel, green spinach juice, black soot.

Brush in hand.

This time she wouldn’t draw single pieces.

She’d create a comic strip.

First page: Sheep Village Sports Meet.

Second page: Grey Wolf causing trouble.

Third page: Happy Sheep coming up with an idea.

...

The brush danced on the cotton cloth.

The pigment made from spiritual spring water had a strong penetrating ability.

The moment it touched the surface, it instantly bonded with the fabric fibers.

No need to dry, it set immediately.

And the colors were even more vibrant than on paper, like they were embroidered.

Lin Wanyi painted quickly.

Thirty pieces of cloth, painted into a complete story — "Happy Sheep and Big Gray Wolf."

Finished.

She found a needle and thread.

She tightly sewed the left edges of all thirty pieces of cloth together.

Then used a piece of blue floral fabric to trim the edges, creating a spine.

Finally, she wrote a few big words on the cover:

"Adventures in Sheep Village: First Volume."

A thick, soft, and colorful "cloth book" was born.

Lin Wanyi held it in her hands and gave it a tug.

Not a seam moved.

She poured a little water on it.

The water rolled off, with the colors not running at all.

Perfect.

Early the next morning.

The Gu family’s door wasn’t even open yet, but there was already a commotion outside.

"Mr. Gu! Open the door!"

"Old Gu! I even brought you Maotai, where’s the painting?"

"Sis-in-law! Sis-in-law help! My boy has been rolling on the ground all night!"

All coming to collect debts.

Zhao Tiezhu, with the loudest voice, banged the door like a drum.

With a creak

The door opened.

Gu Yanshen stood at the door, wearing his training uniform, like a door god.

"What’s all the noise."

Zhao Tiezhu didn’t care, craning his neck to look inside.

"The painting? Old Gu, don’t tell me there isn’t one, if my son doesn’t see Red Wolf today, I’m moving in with you!"

"Yeah! Me too!"

There were seven or eight big men gathered at the door, along with Su Qing with Xiao Hu and Mr. Shi with Shi Tou, a crowd that blocked the whole path.

Lin Wanyi came out from inside.

She wasn’t holding any paper.

Nor any painting.

Just a stack of what looked like rags.

Everyone’s eyes dimmed.

"Sister-in-law... this..." Zhao Tiezhu pointed at the stack of cloth, "Are we out of paper?"

Mr. Shi also sighed, "Forget it, if there’s none, there’s none. Just return the cigarettes to me."

Everyone turned to leave.

"Who said there’s none?"

Lin Wan Yi spoke up.

She tossed the stack of cloth in her hand onto the stone table.

"Thud."

The sound was muffled.

"It’s all here."

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, walked over, and pinched a corner of the cloth stack.

He flipped to the first page.

"My goodness!"

He couldn’t help but curse.

On the cloth, Red Wolf was holding a frying pan, staring wide-eyed, vividly depicted, even clearer than the picture books.

His hand shook, and he turned to the second page.

Happy Sheep was running.

The third page.

Grey Wolf fell into a pit.

The surrounding people quickly gathered around.

"What’s this? Cloth?"

"Painted on cloth?"

"My goodness, so many pages? Is it a story?"

Su Qing squeezed in and touched it: "This material... it’s indeed pure cotton fabric! Such fine fabric used for painting?"

Extravagant.

Too extravagant.

But the effect was simply amazing.

Shi Tou, with sharp eyes, reached out to snatch it: "I want to see!"

He pulled hard on the book’s corner.

"Rip."

The adults around gasped.

If this were paper, it would have torn in half by now.

But the cloth book was stretched taut, and miraculously stayed intact.

Shi Tou let go.

The cloth book snapped back, unharmed.

Not even a crease.

"Can’t be torn?" Mr. Shi’s eyes were wide open.

Lin Wan Yi came over, carrying a washbasin, and casually splashed the water onto the table.

"Splash!"

The water drenched the cloth book.

"Oh no! It’s wet! It’s ruined!" Su Qing screamed.

Lin Wan Yi picked up the book and shook it.

Water droplets splattered.

The colors on the painting were as vivid as before.

Not faded.

Not even a smudge.

The audience fell silent.

This wasn’t just a painting.

This was a treasure!

It couldn’t be torn, wasn’t afraid of water, and could tell a story page by page!

In an age where only black and white comic books existed, and they had to be handled with care to avoid tearing.

This item was an indestructible treasure.

"I want it! I want it!"

Shi Tou went crazy, jumping up to grab it.

Xiao Hu wasn’t to be outdone, clinging to Lin Wan Yi’s leg: "Aunt Lin, give it to me! I’ll be good!"

Zhao Tiezhu went a step further by hugging Gu Yanshen: "Old Gu! Sell this book to me! I’ll pay any price! I’ll offer ten pounds of meat tickets!"

"Get lost! I’ll pay twenty pounds!" The second in command pushed Zhao Tiezhu aside.

The scene was about to become chaotic again.

"Stop."

Lin Wan Yi held the book up high.

"This is the only book."

"Painting this book cost me an entire night’s work, plus a piece of shirt fabric."

Everyone fell silent.

Indeed, the cost was too high.

No one had the face to ask Lin Wan Yi to make another one.

"Then... who will get it?" Zhao Tiezhu asked eagerly.

Lin Wan Yi looked at the eager children below.

"No one will get it."

"This belongs to Gu An."

In the corner, Gu An was playing with a small stick and didn’t even look up when he heard this.

"However."

Lin Wan Yi changed her tone.

"It can be borrowed."

"One family per day."

"Whoever borrows it can take it home in the evening to read, and return it the next morning."

"If it gets dirty, wash it before returning."

"If it’s lost..."

She smiled, leaving the sentence unfinished.

But everyone understood.

Whoever lost this treasure would be a sinner in the entire courtyard.

"So, who borrows it today?" Shi Tou was so anxious that veins popped out on his neck.

"Draw lots."

Lin Wan Yi pulled out a handful of name-packed paper balls from her pocket.

Scattered them on the table.

"Gu An, you draw."

Gu An walked over, casually picked one, and handed it to his mom.

Lin Wan Yi unfolded the paper ball.

And read out a name.

"Chen Xiao Hu."

"Great!"

A scream pierced the sky.

Xiao Hu was so happy he jumped three feet high.

Su Qing was so excited her hands trembled, quickly taking the cloth book and carefully tucking it into her son’s arms.

"Quick! Hold it tight!"

Xiao Hu clutched the book tightly.

As if holding a precious treasure.

He turned around, chest out, head held high.

Striding away from the courtyard as if he were a king.

Shi Tou followed closely, trying to curry favor: "Brother Xiao Hu, can I take a look? Just a peek!"

"No way! Get in line!" Xiao Hu didn’t even look back.

All the other children followed suit, as if escorting a king.

"Xiao Hu! Let me help you take out the garbage at your house!"

"Xiao Hu! I have White Rabbit Creamy Candy for you!"

"Xiao Hu! Can I stay over at your house tonight?"

At the Gu Family entrance.

Zhao Tiezhu watched Xiao Hu’s majestic figure, then looked at his own son, who was still drooling.

He slapped his thigh hard.

"Damn it."

"This isn’t borrowing a book."

"This is ascending the throne!"