"Li guizhen, so this is the Tiger you drew? it's ridiculous, Yingluo!"
"You want to sell such a Tiger? are you trying to bully us because we've never seen a Tiger before?"
that's right, how is this a Tiger? it doesn't look like one. It's not majestic at all. I think it's like a dog.
As soon as Xia Pingan opened his eyes, he saw himself on the street. In front of him was a table with a drawing paper on it. On the paper was a drawing of a Tiger. He was holding a pen in his hand, and many people around him were pointing at him and whispering to each other.
Xia Pingan looked behind him again. There was a shelf behind him with two paintings hanging on it. The paintings were of cattle, and the cattle were drawn quite well. They were vivid and lifelike, showing that they had a good foundation.
Xia Pingan immediately understood that she was selling paintings on the street.
