There was nothing to do at home, and Zhong Yue suddenly remembered the penmanship system.

"Make a brush, what's the reward?"

"Drop! Complete the primary brush production, and a random penmanship will be rewarded. ”

Calligraphy?

Zhong Yue suddenly recalled that his father had told him why the characters of the ancients, even if they were at their peak, could not write exactly the same characters, because this method could not be passed on in words. A person's writing habits will form his writing style, and you can imitate his general strokes, but it is difficult to write in a spiritual way.

Wait a minute.

So, as long as he completes this task, he will be able to get the penmanship of a certain master?

It's not against the sky!

Pen-making, yes, didn't Uncle Zhang in the township do Xuanbi in Z County.

Now that I am tired of going to university, I come out to find a job, and I can't earn 2,000 yuan, if I can be a calligrapher, won't I earn this money casually?

Most calligraphers, that is purely a hobby, the words written, someone wants to be good, and only those top first-line, prestigious calligraphers, this work can be auctioned to millions of millions, of course, Zhong Yue's current goal is not to suddenly become so high as a domestic first-line calligrapher, and it is good to be able to earn some pen fees.

After changing into the linen clothes on his body, Zhong Yue took a hundred-yuan bill, prepared to go to a small shop in the township to buy a piece of Huangshan, and carried two bottles of Erguotou. I can't bear the wolf, although the flesh hurts this hundred pieces, but for the calligraphy of everyone's penmanship, how can I draw it.

The fat aunt of the small shop handed the wine to Zhong Yue and smiled coldly.

As soon as your poor father leaves, you will learn to smoke and drink? Now you don't go to college, you eat all day and wait for death? What a waste of money that we villagers pooled together to provide for you to go to college!"

"Fat aunt, no. This cigarette and alcohol ......"

"You don't have to explain it to me. You're a college student, fat aunt, I'm uneducated, whatever you want to do is up to you. Your old lady ran back to her parents' house because your father was unproductive, and I am not your mother, don't talk about it, take it away. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, so he had to take cigarettes and alcohol, and walked out of the shop with a disgraced face. This is not a good place, and he has suffered a lot of white eyes in the township.

Zhong Yue carried the wine and walked into the door of Uncle Zhang's house.

"Yo, Xiaoyue, why are you here?"

"Uncle Zhang, I got you some wine and cigarettes. ”

Zhang Laifu, who was sitting in the courtyard smoking a cigarette, suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw the Yellow Mountain in Zhong Yue's hand, "This is not a New Year's holiday, why are you giving me these cigarettes and wine? I am a useless old man, and no one has ever stammered me in my life." ”

Zhong Yue put the cigarettes and alcohol on the small wooden table.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm not going around around the bush. Did you ever write a xuan pen in County Z?"

"What's the matter? This is all the old yellow calendar, why do you mention this?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "I just want to learn this pen-making craft from you." ”

Zhang Laifu was stunned for a moment, extinguished the smoke, and smiled so hard that his yellow teeth were exposed, "Xiaoyue, I heard you right, right? The craft of pen making? Now that it's all machine-processing, who is going to learn this useless thing? You're a college student, you don't go to the city to study, you want to learn the craft of pen making with my bad old man, is it really fake?"

"I've sent all the cigarettes and alcohol, Uncle Zhang, just teach me. ”

Looking at the prompts of the system, the brushes made by the machine are definitely not good, and they have to be made by hand.

"Hehe, it's really the sun coming out in the west, it's just that it's not your grandfather's face, but also on the face of these two bottles of wine and this Yellow Mountain, I promise you. ”

"Really?"

"Then there is still a holiday, you go back and prepare first, and come back early tomorrow." ”

Zhong Yue took two steps and turned around again, "Uncle Zhang, why are you waiting for tomorrow?"

Zhang Laifu unscrewed the cap of the second pot head, poured the wine on the iron lid, and took a sip, "Rush to the market tomorrow morning, remember, bring money." ”

"Oh......"

Zhong Yue thought about it, and he had to buy things to make pens, "Uncle Zhang, let's make up our minds, and we don't regret it." ”

Nowadays, young people like to run to the city, and would rather move bricks than go back to the countryside, and you can think of learning my old craft, and it is too late to be happy. Now there are fewer and fewer people who know this craft, and maybe one day, our old bones will all die, and the craftsmanship left by our ancestors will be lost. But I have to explain to you first, this learning pen can't fish for three days and dry nets for two days, if you want to learn, you have to learn it for me, do you hear?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhong Yue was relieved when he saw that Zhang Laifu agreed so simply, this law should have been settled.

When Zhong Yue returned to Xiaohe Mountain, he saw several people from the countryside gathered in front of his yard, so he quickened his pace.

"Uncle?"

The middle-aged man in a leather jacket, squatting on a stone and smoking, snuffed out the cigarette butt, jumped off the stone, and walked towards Zhong Yue.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhong Yue had a very bad impression of his mother's younger brother, and it was this nosy brother-in-law who forced his parents to divorce him in the first place. Idle and fooling around in the county all day.

Pan Wei smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Ah Yue has grown up, and he is taller than me." ”

"Something to say, did my mother let you come?"

"Yes. ”

"What's wrong with my mom?"

Pan Wei said: "Yesterday, I heard from the people in the county that you dug up treasures from your well and sent them to the city?"

"What's wrong with my mom?"

"Your mother is sick and hospitalized, and now she urgently needs money to be hospitalized, and you know that the family doesn't have much money, so she needs to borrow some money. ”

Zhong Yue panicked, "Hospitalized?Is gastroenteritis another offense?Where is it?Take me to see." ”

"Ah Yue, you also know that your grandparents have always denied your father and you, I will take you to the hospital, the second old man's heart is not good, in case he gets angry, if something happens here, I really don't have any rut, there should be money in the county yesterday, borrow it quickly, your mother is waiting for surgery." ”

Zhong Yue hurriedly opened the door, ran into the house, and immediately rushed out again, "It's more than two thousand, is it enough?"

Pan Wei was slightly disappointed on his face, "This county is really searching, such a big baby, he actually gave two thousand, and sent the poor to call Huazi? Okay, I will borrow this money first, and it should be enough to pay for the operation in advance." ”

Pan Wei took the money and was about to leave.

"Uncle, my mother, she...... In which hospital? When my grandparents are not in the hospital, I can go and see her. ”

Pan Wei's eyes flickered, "Where else can I be, the county hospital." Let's go. ”

Under the guidance of the villagers, Pan Wei got on a motorcycle and left in a puff of smoke.

"Xiaoyue, why are you so stupid, your mother has left you, it's okay for a long time, this money is not an IOU, it was taken away by that bastard, eh, what are you good about?"

"That's right, who knows if you're really sick or fake sick? You've lent out your money in a hurry, what if you don't come back in the future?"

Zhong Yue looked at the motorcycle that disappeared into the peach blossom forest, and sighed in his heart: No matter what, she is my mother......