If Yuan Qidong muttered that the sand was not enough, in less than half a day, the yard would be full of sand. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info If he mutters a lack of cement, many bags of cement will soon be moved in, and if he is not allowed to move, he will be thrown in directly from outside the courtyard wall.

Zhuge Xianxian witnessed all this, and thought to himself, thanks to not saying that there was a shortage of water, otherwise this small courtyard would have to be turned into a swimming pool.

People are very grateful for the wealth that Zhou Xiaolong has brought to everyone, coupled with the original warm and friendly nature of the people in the fishing village, so that they are willing to do their best to repay.

The speed of building the house was super fast, and even the interior decoration was completed in half a month.

In the half month since the house was built, Yuan Qidong has not been idle. In the past, he was not interested in this kind of rough work, but when he saw that people methodically made a game of sand, cement, stone, and wood, it turned into a beautiful villa, and he was still very comfortable, so he also paid attention to the process and equipment of building a house. Sometimes I take the chainsaw apart to look at it, sometimes I look up the proportion of cement aggregate, sometimes I calculate the load-bearing capacity of the terrace. These things are pediatric to him anyway.

The biggest attraction of architecture for men is the sense of achievement. When I look at what I make, my heart is always beautiful. So Yuan Qidong also tried to do it. Make a closet, nail a stool, build a kennel, etc.

When I do it, I don't know that this job is not easy, it is common to have a high eye, and many things are not something you can do if you want to understand. The stool, for example, smells a bit of a seesaw.

Yuan Qidong is tired of this. When the villa was finished, his masonry craftsmanship and carpentry skills were superb. After all, people have strength and good eyes, the key is knowledge.

Zhou Feng followed Yuan Qidong to work, and he was also happy. He will follow whatever Yuan Qidong does, and he will not argue for his son to go to school. It's like a little one has a new toy.

When the villa was built, Zhou Feng had nothing to do. Yuan Qidong hurriedly installed the pen-making machine and found something to do for his father. I didn't expect Zhou Feng to say that he didn't do anything, saying that no one came to buy it and didn't make money. How do you say a madman knows so much?

Yuan Qidong was afraid that Zhou Feng would think of letting him go to school, so he was in a hurry and dismantled the pen-making machine. Hmph, since no one buys the pen I made, then I will change it for him and make two best-selling ones.

When Zhuge Xianxian came back, he saw Yuan Qidong writing on the table.

Zhuge Xianxian stayed in the triangle fishing village for a few days and left, but left two right-hand men for Yuan Qidong. He knew that Yuan Qidong had always had an assistant to help, and he didn't have to do a lot of work himself, so he could maintain the highest efficiency. She was afraid that if she left her assistant, this kid would go crazy. The task she gave her assistant was to treat Yuan Qidong like she would treat her.

In addition to her two assistants, she also arranged not a weak security force here, leaving almost three-quarters of the security forces around her here, which made Luo Pu, who was in charge of her security, very suspicious and headache.

At this moment, in the newly built villa, in the center of a large living room, Yuan Qidong is writing.

The living room is very simple to be arranged by Yuan Qidong, in the center of the room is a huge table, with a heavy table top and thick table legs, all of which are hardwood products, exuding the smell of the forest. All of a sudden, Zhuge Xian Xian remembered the huge table in the secret laboratory of Nine-Headed Dog Island.

The two assistants left by Zhuge Xian Xian were disheveled and exhausted and dozed off on the sofa against the wall, looking pitiful. I haven't seen them for more than ten days, and I don't know what Yuan Qidong asked them to do, tired of becoming like this.

Zhuge Xian Xian walked behind Yuan Qidong and wanted to sneak a look at what this guy was writing, but he was stunned.

What is this written? It's beautiful. The paper is full of dragons and phoenixes, iron painting silver hooks, although it is with a hard pen, but it is very imposing, and the handwriting like flowing clouds and water is like a work of art.

Zhuge Xianxian is the most envious of the person who can write beautifully. Her own handwriting is kindergarten level, crooked, not to mention ugly. This is a fatal shortcoming for a highly educated intellectual beauty, and it will give people every reason to suspect that your intellectuality is pretending. Fortunately, there are fewer opportunities to use a pen now, and they all use computers, except when they have to sign.

Zhuge Xianxian: "Wow." It's so beautiful. Can you give it to me?"

"Huh? You're back. No way. This is an experimental type, so I'll give it to you when it's finalized. "Being spied on, Yuan Qidong is not panicking.

"No, give it to me, this is good, don't be so stingy. Zhuge Immortal made a petty temperament and begged softly, this trick often worked.

Sure enough, Yuan Qidong hummed and raised his hand. Zhuge Xian Xian hurriedly picked up the piece of paper.

"Huh, don't you want this pen?" asked Yuan Qidong.

Zhuge Xianxian: "Hehe, that's really good, I didn't expect you to be a calligrapher." Well, what do I need a pen? I don't know calligraphy. "Sister, of course I want your work, well, it's best to write me a piece, just the one I live in the Yangtze River.

Yuan Qidong: "Of course it's writing." This is my latest product that will make you a calligrapher in seconds. ”

Of course, Zhuge Xianxian didn't believe it, but he was forced to the chair by Yuan Qidong.

Zhuge Xianxian suddenly found that he actually enjoyed this feeling of being semi-forced, of course, he was a person who was accepted by himself, and if others were to be caught as zebras.

As soon as he wrote a few words, Zhuge Xian immediately found that his handwriting was very different from before. Although there are still some problems with the structure, the strokes are actually very imposing, and they are also iron paintings and silver hooks, which have an indescribable charm.

Zhuge Xianxian's interest increased greatly, and he wrote several articles in a row, and the more he wrote, the more excited he became, and the more he wrote, the better. Well. But all the teachers who taught me shook their heads at their own characters, and one teacher even commented: As a girl, you can write such a hand, it is really brave.

"Oh my God. What kind of pen are you, so amazing?" asked Zhuge Xianxian. Of course, she knew that the problem was with the pen.

Yuan Qidong: "I call it the magic pen." I invented it. ”

Zhuge Xianxian was happy, with such a pen, he would no longer have to worry about signing in the future. She coquettishly said: "Why is my handwriting suddenly pretty." Tell someone. Hurry up. Hurry up. ”

Yuan Qidong stood beside Zhuge Xianxian and threatened: "If you dare to pull my pants again, believe it or not, I will stuff your head into it." Zhuge Xian Xian almost pulled his pants down.

Zhuge Immortal was stunned, blushed, and scolded: "Hooligans." Wicked. Stinky and shameless. But she tugged again.

Yuan Qidong ignored her anymore, turned around and called the two stunned assistants: "I have to change the procedure and tell them to go to the computer room." ”

Zhuge Immortal snorted: "Speaking doesn't count." ”

Yuan Qidong asked suspiciously, "What?"

Zhuge Immortal said loudly: "Ah, I said that your pen is really good. ”

Yuan Qidong smiled: "Hmm." For your sake, I'll tell you the mystery of this. ”

He cleared his throat: "Do you know why hard pen characters are not as beautiful as brush words? Because there are many changes in each brush stroke, there are changes in shape, there are changes in line thickness. Due to the characteristics of the brush, this change is very large, and the expressiveness is very strong. Hard pens are much weaker in these areas. ”

Zhuge Xianxian: "Well, yes." I used to want to practice pen handwriting well, but I didn't learn it well even when I hired the best teacher. My teachers called me stupid. ”

Yuan Qidong: "It's not that you're stupid, it's that the pen is bad." You see, isn't what you're writing looking good now? ”

Zhuge Xianxian looked at what he wrote, it was very beautiful, much stronger than the original. Could it be that a pen can make such a big difference?

Yuan Qidong: "We write calligraphy, how many processes are there in a horizontal of regular script? With so much meticulous crafting, there is naturally a harvest. It's like you women wear makeup, as long as you're not particularly stupid, you can always look better than usual.

But you can't write hard pen words, especially this kind of gel pen, the thickness of the strokes can't be changed, each stroke is so thick, unless you draw twice. It's like how many tools do you women have to use to put on makeup? You say, anyway, I think it's all a box by box, if I give you a pen, a color, you can make up. As soon as I went out on the street, my face looked like a map. ”

Zhuge Xianxian was amused, and hammered Yuan Qidong twice: "Why do you keep saying that we make up." We don't put on makeup for you men, and I've never heard of women looking like people who please themselves. ”

Yuan Qidong: "For example, don't interrupt me." I think so, each of us has been reading books for more than ten years, and no matter how bad our handwriting is, we have written every word countless times. That's an infinite number of times more than someone who used to write with a brush. Right?

In the past, how long did it take to write a word with a brush? How long could people in the past learn in a day? Therefore, they wrote absolutely not as many words as we modern people. After countless times more practice, modern people have no problem in terms of the basic frame structure of words, excluding those who are particularly unfeeling. ”

Zhuge Xianxian: "Understood." You talked about it for a long time, that is, it is not that we can't write well, but that we don't use a good pen, right?"

Yuan Qidong gave a thumbs up: "Miss Zhuge is smart, the summary is in place, I plan to use your words as an advertising slogan, what do you think? ”