Xiaohe Mountain is beautiful and comfortable, not as dangerous as Yellow Mountain, more like that kind of low and flat hills, and the mountain road is not difficult to walk.

There should still be mountain people living in the mountains, and there are traces of artificial excavation on the winding mountain road, and sure enough, not long after Zhong Yue walked up the mountainside, he heard the chanting of folk tunes. He followed the sound and walked through a narrow forest road, and suddenly his eyes opened up.

In a mountainous area that has been carved out, a few farmers in straw hats are farming. When she saw a stranger entering, the peasant woman stood up, with a rake in her hand, and said, "Who are you?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The old Zhong family in the mountain col, come up the mountain to have fun." ”

"Old Zhong's family, oh, it's a bit of an impression, they don't move around often, but they don't have much contact. The old farmer, who was squatting on the ground and tending to his crops, stood up and looked thoughtful, "Do you want to drink tea?"

"No, bring it. Zhong Yue sat on the stone beside him, took out the bottle filled with water, and drank it.

The clouds are up, and the daylight is a little lighter. The mountain breeze is cool and very comfortable. Zhong Yue sat on the stone, the sweat on his head slowly collecting.

The peasant woman shouted to her hard-working husband, "Rest for a while, I'll take care of it here." ”

The man with the hoe smiled innocently, "Dad, Xiuying, you go to rest under the tree for a while, I'll come." ”

Maybe he was really old and his physical strength couldn't keep up, so the old farmer stood up, sat under the tree not far from Zhongyue, and said with a smile: "I just remembered that your grandfather grew peaches, right?"

"Yes, there is a small peach grove in the peach blossom pass, which is my family. ”

"Hehe, I still have a big memory. Yo, you still practice calligraphy. The old man glanced into his open bag and saw a roll of rice paper exposed, and the inkwell.

Zhong Yue put the water in the side pocket of his schoolbag, "Yes, practice and play." ”

The old farmer took off his straw hat and scratched his head, his soft hair was pressed against his scalp by the hat, "Good writing, next year's Spring Festival, you can also ask for a deputy Spring Festival couplet." ”

Zhong Yue smiled, the simplicity of the mountain people is here, they never hide it, they think that the good things are the things that are useful for their own lives.

"Can you write?"

The old farmer smiled, "It's not well written, don't laugh." ”

Zhong Yue arrived at the ink, spread the felt on the ground casually, rolled up the rice paper cut in pairs, took out a sheet, and handed it to the old peasant.

The old farmer wiped his mud-stained hands on the trouser tubes, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and waved the pen to write.

One stroke at a time, it is said that the good point is to open and close, and the difficult one is to write blindly.

Fun for the whole family.

Four words, without too much penmanship, simple and crude, looks like random graffiti.

"I wrote a few times when I was young, but I haven't touched the pen for many years, and I don't write well. He handed the pen to Zhong Yue, "You write a few and I'll take a look." ”

Zhong Yue sat cross-legged, took the pen in the old farmer's hand, and did not stain the ink, he scraped the pen a few times, and it was also a joy for the family, but it was written very neatly, the Jinnong lacquer book was originally paid attention to horizontal and vertical, but the "丿" pen, just like the oblique penny of the boat on the river, was slender and long, so that the whole word jumped out of the neat and dull, which is also a major feature of the Jinnong lacquer book.

The whole character looks like an ark and a diagonal penny. The lacquer book has the wind and bones of the gold and stone, the ancient rhyme of the Han Dynasty, the characteristics of the positive letters, the official book cut off the head of the silkworm swallowtail, the pen cut into the regular script penmanship, the line of the pen to break the conventional penmanship of the center, to the side of the pen, this conscious clumsiness and restraint, is to the elegant and clumsy interest and the gold and stone gas for its connotation.

There are few inheritors of this kind of peerless calligraphy.

Those who are weak cannot learn, those who do not know the law cannot learn, and those who do not have a deep foundation cannot learn.

The old farmer frowned, took the big leaf tea handed over by his daughter-in-law, took a sip, and frowned: "It's not good-looking." What you wrote, it's not good-looking. ”

"Daddy. The peasant woman frowned.

"What's the matter, if it's not good-looking, it's not good-looking. What's so embarrassing about that. ”

"It's not good-looking, can you not say it, in front of others?" the peasant woman smiled.

Zhong Yue also smiled, "It's okay with my aunt, I don't think it's good-looking, haha." ”

The peasant woman took the bowl of tea that the old farmer had drunk, and left with some muttering.

"Alright, I'm going to work too. The old farmer got up, patted the dust from his trousers, and walked out into the field.

Zhong Yue smiled, everyone has everyone's aesthetic style, maybe the old man's flower trouser belt, in the eyes of most people, is so eye-catching, it's spicy eyes, maybe in the eyes of a well-known Italian designer, it has indeed become a source of inspiration, these are not good, but in the eyes of the old man, it is a belt that can prevent the pants from falling, which is practical enough, as for whether it looks good or not, he doesn't care.

Similarly, Zhong Yue writes lacquer books, and now he has such a mentality, he doesn't care what others think.

"The family is happy, I am full of food, and the whole family is not hungry......"

Zhong Yue stretched his waist and entered the system a little bored. Now, even if he doesn't have the opportunity to observe, Zhong Yue is used to logging in and taking a look at the situation in the penmanship system.

The lacquer book proficiency is 96%, and when he writes with the pen produced by the system, the penmanship of the work can reach 97%. Don't underestimate this small percentage point, for the current Zhong Yue, every percentage point increase is a very difficult improvement.

The rest of the tasks, the primary pen-making task has not been completed, and the junior Yashe task has not moved, and now Zhong Yue's calligraphy task approved by Jin Nong, who is working hard, is also gloomy and silent.

It's just that he was thinking about a question, that is, what kind of situation will be after the proficiency exceeds 100 percent, is his calligraphy attainment higher than Jin Nong?

"Brother, your handwriting is so ugly. ”

The little doll was bare-assed, wearing only a somewhat long vest, looking down at Zhong Yue's four words, giggling. Zhong Yue was not angry, and touched his head, "Do you also know how to write?"

The little doll's body was a little tanned, and she shook her head, "My grandfather can write, look at this, how beautiful it is." Big brother, you wrote it, flattened, like a dwarf winter melon and a big fat man. ”

"Xiaofeng, come over and drink some water. ”

"Oh, here we are. The little doll smiled, "Big brother, I'm leaving." ”

The barefoot mountain girl was not afraid of stepping on stones, so she walked in the field and walked through.

"Tell you to put on your shoes, where are you going to take off your shoes? Your dad will beat you up again later!"

The mountain baby blushed, "Rhubarb is gone." ”

……

Zhong Yue looked at the harmonious pastoral farmhouse scenery in the distance, sorted out the rice paper, and received it in the schoolbag. After a big circle, continue to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

A peach stream flowed down from the mountain stream, Zhong Yue was a little hungry, so he sat by the stream, washed his hands, took out the steamed buns, sandwiched the cooked bacon, and ate them with relish.

The sound of birdsong in the forest was endless, and Zhong Yue drank a sip of water after eating.

He is very satisfied with today's harvest.

Why care what others think, even if I am the only one in the world who writes lacquer books.

Lonely self-appreciation,

So what's the matter?