Xiahetun, Liu Jin's house, Liu Jin's room.

Liu Jin held the brush in his hand and copied it very carefully and carefully on a pair of calligraphy, writing a beautiful calligraphy, which was the first task given to him by the system, and it was also the only task at present.

Whether it is for the points rewarded by the task, or to be worthy of his identity as a scholar, in order to be able to mix people like dogs in ancient times in the future, Liu Jin also feels that it is necessary for him to practice calligraphy.

Writing brush and the hard pen of later generations is not the same, the hard pen used in later generations is easy to get started, easy to write, and the brush is different, it is difficult to get started, writing is not convenient, want to write a good brush word, it needs a long time of practice, but also need to master the method and skills.

Liu Jin of later generations has never learned calligraphy at all, and he has no experience in this area, but when he just began to learn to practice calligraphy, he knew the posture of holding the brush, but this is far from enough.

"Fortunately, this body still retains its original memories, otherwise it would be really difficult to earn points."

Liu Jin copied very seriously, practicing calligraphy requires patience, but also needs to be attentive, and more importantly, to meditate.

Since pulling Zhao Heishan's family to his thief ship, Liu Jin has enough time to calm down and practice calligraphy and learn the Four Books and Five Classics.

Because it is a soul piercing, there are still a lot of memories of the original owner in his mind, the original owner is very serious in reading, the four books and the five classics and other things have long been memorized, and even all kinds of books that explain these books have been read a lot, memorized a lot, young, only seventeen years old has already been admitted to the reputation of Xiucai, and it is also a popular candidate for next year's autumn high school.

Writing is naturally also a strong point of the original owner, Liu Jin looked through some of the books left, the original owner's handwriting is very good, in the later generations, it is definitely a master-level level, of course, some calligraphy masters dare not compliment.

However, in ancient times, because readers used to write with a brush every day, basically anyone who came out to read could write a beautiful brush hand, after all, they were all written and practiced every day.

With the memory of the original owner and practicing calligraphy, Liu Jin is also like a fish in water, and his progress is rapid.

At first, the writing was ugly, but it soon gradually got better, and the writing was good.

"I think this word is already good, why does the system still not show that the task has been completed, is the requirement a bit high, if it must reach the level of Wang Xizhi and Zhang Xu, I estimate that there is no hope of completing the task in this life."

Liu Jin carefully appreciated the word he had just copied, and thought it was still good, but the system did not show that the task had been completed, and it was obvious that it had not yet met the requirements of the system.

"It seems that I still have to go to Mr. Sun for more advice."

Putting down the brush in his hand, Liu Jin's palm rubbed hard, the time has entered October, the weather is getting colder and colder, Liu Jin estimates that the temperature has dropped to more than ten degrees below zero.

In this cold weather, practicing calligraphy is also a test, just ten minutes, Liu Jin felt that his fingers were going to freeze, and he had to rub it from time to time, if it wasn't for a pot of charcoal fire next to him, Liu Jin would have to hide in the bed.

It's too cold~

You must know that this is not the afterlife, there is no heating, and there is no kind of advanced thermal equipment and technology, and all you can rely on is charcoal fire and cotton clothes on your body.

"Fortunately, I got the snow salt out earlier, made some money, bought warm clothes, bought charcoal, and repaired the house, otherwise, it is hard to imagine how to spend this winter."

Liu Jin looked out the window, the sky was drowsy, there was a heavy sense of depression, the north wind was howling, one after another, the cold wind was cold, and people couldn't help but shiver.

"It's going to snow heavily, and I don't know how many people are going to freeze to death by this heavy snow."

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Liu Jin knew that this was the scene before the heavy snowfall, the Xiaoice River period had come, the severe cold was raging on the earth, and the winter was more difficult than ever.

Now is not the most terrible time of the Xiaoice period, but Liu Jin can still feel its terrible, just crossed over when it was still Mid-Autumn Festival, but the weather is already very cold, freezing and frosting, this in October, it is getting colder and colder.

Soon, there were clumps of snowflakes floating outside the window, at first it was just a little millet snow, when it fell on the tile, there was a rustling sound, but soon, the millet snow gradually turned into goose feather snow, and it fluttered down, and the vision suddenly became blurred, and in a blink of an eye, it became a white expanse, and the earth was soon covered with snow.

"It's so cold~"

Liu Jin closed the window, the original dilapidated window had just been pasted with new window paper, and as soon as the window was closed, no matter how cold the wind howled outside, it couldn't blow in a bit.

The charcoal fire in the room was very hot, making this small room very warm, and picking up a book, Liu Jin also looked delicious.

In this era when there are no entertainment projects, in this winter, in addition to creating people, only reading books and chatting can pass the time.

As a reader, Liu Jin naturally can only read books to pass the time, consolidate the memory in his mind, and participate in the autumn festival next year, whether he wins or not, at least he has to participate, and he always has to write something when the time comes, and it can't be too ugly.

"Jin'er, it's time to eat."

Liu Jin, who was immersed in reading, time passed quickly, and Wang's voice also came from outside.

"Okay, I'll do it now."

Putting down the book in his hand and stretching his bones, Liu Jin walked out of his small room.

Liu Jin's home is a mansion in Xiahetun, it is a set of two-entry yards, the so-called one-in, two-in, three-in, simply put, the overall look of the house is like the word 'mouth', the word 'day' and the word 'eye', and the general ancient families are three-entry courtyards.

The first entrance is the gatehouse, the second entrance is the hall, and the third or rear entrance is the private room or boudoir, which is the activity space of women or dependents, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter at will.

Liu Jin's house is a courtyard with two entrances, and the courtyard in front has been raised and changed into a site for the first step of refining snow salt, and the courtyard in the back is the site for the second step of refining snow salt.

At this time, the two yards are very busy, all the labor force of the Zhao Heishan family is busy in the two courtyards, and the Zhao Heishan family, who has tasted the sweetness, is now full of enthusiasm, even if it is a heavy snowy day, it is not the meaning of stopping work and resting.