But he quickly left his seat, knelt on the ground with a thud and continued: "Sir, I was wrong just now, blame me for not knowing respect." The concubine originally had an elder brother, but he was lost during the flood and had not seen each other for several years. ”

said, regardless of whether Zhang Zeduan agreed or not, he immediately bowed in his direction, calling brother, Zhang Zeduan was forced to shout "Hey" to agree, but Li Bei'er turned around and shouted to the front of the hall The queen of heaven said:

"The emperor is on the thick earth as evidence, and the concubine Li Bei'er is willing to marry the painter Zhang Zeduan as brothers and sisters, confined to etiquette, not double-minded, blessed and shared, and difficult to share."

After that, he stood up, regained his smile, and said to Zhang Zeduan: "Brother doesn't have to return the courtesy", Zhang Zeduan was at a loss, so he had to laugh and acquiesce in the ceremony.

But he still refused to retreat in spite of the difficulties, anyway, he stayed in the house and didn't leave, paused, and then told Li Bei'er about what happened in the Tianwang Hall tonight, about the establishment of the book house, about Arabic numerals, and then about the 2B pencil......

Speaking of the 2B pencil, as a painter, Zhang Zeduan's interest immediately rose, and his eyebrows danced: "Bottle, do you know the magic of this slender thing?" ”

Li Bei'er looked at it and said, "What is this stick for?" ”

Zhang Zeduan stroked his beard and laughed: "Hahaha, even if the bottle is smart, he can't guess this thing." I'll tell you, it's called the 2B pencil, and it's a writing instrument like a brush. Moreover, it has miraculous powers, and it can be erased and erased as long as it is smeared on a writing error......"

"Really?"

"Of course. Don't believe me, you see......"

Speaking, Zhang Zeduan took the book that Wu Zhi gave him along with the 2B pencil, and showed it to Li Bei'er to see, and on the other hand, he learned and sold it, and told him the legendary story about the pearl flag that he had just heard from the Tiemen Daoist in the evening.

"This thing can really erase the wrong place...... "Li Bei'er said: "It's just that the power of writing is not easy to control......

"Bottle, you have the wrong gesture to hold the pen, 2B pencil is different from a brush, this is how to hold ......"

"Take it like this?"

"That's right."

"So that's the case, it's much better, it's a little easier, but this thing, doesn't it need to be polished?"

"No, you don't. All you need is a pencil sharpener. ”

"Pencil sharpener, what's that?"

"You see, if you run out of this head, stuff it into this pencil sharpener like this, turn it a few times, and you can use it again......"

"If you use it all the way to the other end, wouldn't it be like a candle, getting shorter and shorter?"

"Yes. This red thing on the other end is called an eraser. The eraser is what I just told you, and it has the effect of moving ink beads. It is also lossy, both ends are the same, just like a candle, once it is used up, it will be gone, so this kind of precious thing, you have to save a little ......" Zhang Zeduan's homework is very good, and at this time, he will tell Li Bottler all the things he remembers.

"It's so convenient."

"Yes, according to the shopkeeper, it can be used not only for writing, but also for drawing. It's just that for a while, I can't grasp this touch, the force is too large, the tip of the pen is easy to break, the force is small, but I don't ink, hey......"

Zhang Zeduan couldn't hold it back as he spoke, opened another notebook, sharpened a pencil and scribbled on it, but, no matter how hard he tried, although the gesture of holding the pen was in place, he just couldn't master this slender pencil as skillfully as he controlled the brush, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Really? I think it's very easy to use, and if you accidentally draw a mistake, you can erase it all over again, which is great......"

Zhang Zeduan looked at a few pencils on the table, thought about it, saw that Li Bei'er used it smoothly again, and showed some love looks, and was writing the words "Qinghe", "Huafu", "Li Bei'er" and other words in the notebook, and drew a bottle with a thin waist and big ass x strands, so he said:

"Bottle, since you like it so much, I'll give it to you as a gift."

Li Bei'er encouraged him: "This kind of treasure, even if my brother is willing to give it up, I don't dare to ask for it." Brother, what are you anxious about, everything is afraid of urgency, as long as you are not anxious, stabilize your mind, nothing will be difficult for you, I think, as long as my brother spends more time to work hard at night just from the Iron Gate Taoist to practice, or a few days, the pen will have growth, at that time, my brother can use this to paint, isn't it good? ”

"Forget it. I've become a habit of painting, and if I change to a new brush, I'm afraid the gains outweigh the losses. The bottle doesn't have to say goodbye to me, although this thing is good, but if I don't use it in my hands, it will be like a wasteland, it is better for you to collect it for me, it can be regarded as the owner of the thing......"

At that moment, listening to Zhang Zeduan's words, Li Bei'er took the pencil and put it aside. The two of them sat awkwardly for a while, and Li Bei'er saw that Zhang Zeduan was still interested, but he refused to leave, frowned, and thought about it, so he said to him:

"Brother, find me some red paper."

"What do you want red paper for?" Zhang Zeduan asked.

"My garden has been uninhabited for a long time, some deserted, if you want to paint the garden tomorrow, won't there be some less scenery, it looks very deserted? Why don't I cut some patterns and paste them everywhere as window grilles, and then there will be life? ”

"The bottle can also cut paper? Very good, very good. Zhang Zeduan was surprised when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this seemingly weak Li Bei'er would be so knowledgeable and courageous, so he had to restrain his temperament at the moment, and reluctantly smiled and said something about the scene:

"The bottle is too worried. In the next, in the next is just working for the painting scroll of the old man, and I dare not have two hearts......"

Li Bei'er turned from worry to joy when she heard this, and said with a smile on her face: "It turns out that I blamed Mr. by mistake." Damn it. ”

Zhang Zeduan heard it and thought it was a good idea, so he immediately went to call his subordinates, and quickly prepared paper, paste, scissors and carving knives, etc., and Li Bei'er was busy.

First cut a picture of Chang'e running to the moon, then cut the 12 zodiac pictures, then cut the bird's nest map, and then cut the Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum map, each picture is vivid, the shape is vivid, so that people can not help but praise loudly, sigh the benefits of this traditional paper-cutting culture......

Seeing that dozens of pictures have been cut, it is the middle of the night, Zhang Zeduan's interest has changed from thick to light, and finally keeps yawning, and his spirit has become quite tired, at the beginning he also shouted for Li Beier's paper-cut works, and called her "trick man", and kept discussing with her where these cut works should be hung in the garden to be called Miao ...... - note: Shandong paper-cut craftsmen are called "trick people", and this kind of craftsman is very respected and respected.

(End of chapter)