"Looks like I need to see more at your house, there are a lot of good things." Wan Yunjun looked at Zhao Yuan's copy of "A Thousand Golden Fangs" and said with a smile.

"Yes, your character is much better than before, well, your regular script is really good, why doesn't it look like it was written with a brush?"

"It seems that it has worked hard, and there are basically no typos."

"What is this book? "Three Hundred Tang Poems", you sorted out the poems of the previous dynasty, where did you see them? ”

""Chinese Style of Pop Songs"?"

“…………”

Wan Yunjun looked at Zhao Yuan's bookshelf and found that there were really a lot of things in it, but some of the content was weird, although most of these books were only written a little bit, but in Wan Yunjun's opinion, this was completely a new world.

"Atom, are you writing a book?" The more he looked at it, the more shocked Wan Yunjun became, he originally felt that Zhao Yuan was not simple, but he didn't expect that he had reached the level of writing and speaking by himself.

"I'm just writing blindly, where is it considered to be writing a book and talking." Zhao Yuan looked at Wan Yunjun, whose expression was becoming more and more exaggerated, shook his head and said.

"When will you finish these books, and can you show me when you're done?" Wan Yunjun looked at the book that Zhao Yuan copied from the knowledge base in his mind and urged.

"It's still early, I'll show it to you when I'm done, second brother." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

Although there is ready-made knowledge in my mind, the words are all simplified, and to convert them into the writing of this era, some words and sentences that cannot be understood in this era still need to be modified, plus Zhao Yuan used a quill pen to write in this era, and it is not as smooth as the pen and signature pen used in later generations, and I don't know when it will be written.

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when you're done, and I can even help you print it, that's what you wrote with this feather?" Wan Yunjun looked at a quill on Zhao Yuan's desk and asked.

"That's right, I really don't get used to using the brush, and you've seen the words that are written, Second Brother, and there's no way to see people at all." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"How do you use this money, try it for me." Wan Yunjun looked at Zhao Yuan's quill wrapped in a round wooden stick and said with interest.

"The usage is similar to that of a brush, and it can be written on paper with ink, but the quill is harder, second brother, you can try it." Zhao Yuan motioned to Wan Yunjun and said.

Originally, Zhao Yuan was going to practice calligraphy, but he found that he might not have the talent in this area, and the words he wrote were really unreadable, so he simply made a quill pen, so that the writing was much better.

Wan Yunjun picked up Zhao Yuan's quill pen, took a piece of paper on the table, tried to write, and found that the words he wrote were the same as those written by Zhao Yuan with a brush, but he also found that the quill pen was actually quite easy to use, but he was not used to it.

"Alright, let's get out." Putting down the quill pen, Wan Yunjun glanced at the unfinished books on Zhao Yuan's bookshelf, and said with some unfinished meaning.

"Okay, second brother, your words, it's almost time to catch up with what I wrote with a brush, haha." Zhao Yuan said with a laugh.

Out of the study and into the hall, Luoluo was giving a lecture to a few other little guys, and the two brothers Wan Changyan and Wan Changsong, who were a little naughty, listened to it seriously, and Wan Yunjun frowned.

"These two boys' personalities have changed, when they are so quiet?" Wan Yunjun turned his head and asked Zhao Yuandao.

"The two nephews are very good, second brother, what do you think of them?" Zhao Yuan glanced at the two brothers, Changyan and Changsong, and said.

"Don't you know, these two boys are just two little devils when they are at home, and they just haven't demolished the house." Wan Yunjun said with puffed eyes.

"Children, as long as you educate well, it will change quickly, you didn't see Xiaobao before, but now you see if you are more sensible." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"I know, it's all because of Luoluo's presence that these two boys can change so quickly."

"Luoluo is indeed very smart and sensible, and she will soon be able to learn what I taught her." Zhao Yuan said proudly.

"I really want to exchange my boy for you, if only I had such a well-behaved daughter."

"That's not easy, just have another one."

Teacher Luoluo's class over there seemed to be over, and I saw Zhao Yuan and Wan Yunjun walking out of the study and running over, "Uncle, Uncle Wan, your secret is finished?" ”

"Secret?" Zhao Yuan wondered.

"You have to go to the study alone, not to say what the secret is, I know, don't worry, uncle, Uncle Wan, I won't ask you." Luoluo patted her small chest and said.

"We didn't say secrets, we just talked about some adult things, and children don't need to know. Luoluo, what are you teaching them? Zhao Yuan asked with a smile.

Maybe it's the child's interest, every child wants to have their own secret, only one of their relatives knows, for example, the coins in Luoluo's backpack are one of her own secrets.

"I'm telling Uncle Xiaobao, Brother Changyan, Brother Changsong and Brother Xingxing the story that Uncle Xiao told me, in fact, Uncle Xiaobao has heard it before, but he always can't remember it, and he still likes to listen to it." Luoluo said proudly.

The story that Luoluo told is the story of Journey to the West told by Zhao Yuan and a few little guys, during the Chinese New Year, after Zhao Yuan told the legend about the "year", Luoluo and Xiaobao kept urging Zhao Yuan to tell them about several mythical characters in it.

"What story is Luoluo telling, can the second uncle listen to it?" Wan Yunjun said with a smile.

"Of course you can, but Uncle Wan Er, you have to abide by the class odds, you are not allowed to speak, you are not allowed to eat, you are not allowed to sit staggered, you have to raise your hand if you have questions, and you can only ask questions after I agree." Luoluo emphasized.

"There are so many rules, what kind of story is so good, can my two boys keep these rules?" Wan Yunjun said with interest.

"You'll find out if you listen to it." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

Zhao Yuan has a deep understanding of the power of "Journey to the West", and in later generations, whenever he was a child, whenever the TV station broadcast this TV series, he would always watch it attentively. Although there is no TV in this era, telling Journey to the West as a story also deeply attracts a few little guys, and even Meng Ying likes to listen to it very much.

In this way, there is one more student in Luoluo, and they are also attentive to the lecture, and they dare not violate Luoluo's classroom discipline in the slightest.

"I've just listened to this, why do I have to tell it again, I want to hear the following story." The two brothers Changyan and Changsong complained about their father in their hearts, just because of him, they couldn't listen to the next story right away. Of course, this cannot be said, classroom discipline must be maintained.