"Hehe, then I'll thank you!"

Miss Qin left satisfied, and the next day she asked someone to bring over an old gentleman with a white beard, saying that she had found a good teacher for him, Master Chu.

Sun Chen looked at him worriedly, afraid that he would suddenly be blown down by the autumn wind blowing in the yard.

"Don't worry, the old man's old bones still weigh a few pounds, and they won't be easily blown away by the wind." Chu Fuzi walked into the room with a nonchalant face, and found a chair to sit down.

Leaving Sun Chen with a big embarrassment on his face and a red face, he stood in place and repented.

"Well, I don't mean anything else," Sun Chen walked into the house after a while, "Master, I ...... just now"

"I don't need to explain, the purpose of my coming here is to teach you a lesson, so I don't care what you say about me in private."

Sun Chen: "......"

Say yes and be patient?

"Let's get started! First, what have you learned so far? ”

"I've only read these books, but I'm really just reciting them roughly, and there are a lot of things I don't understand, and I can't figure it out." Sun Chen pointed to the book in his hand and replied matter-of-factly, not feeling that there was anything to be ashamed of.

"Well, you're quite honest and don't blindly show off, but that's also because you don't know anything yourself, there's really nothing to show off, right?" Chu Fuzi asked with an eyebrow raised while flipping through the books.

Sun Chen suddenly felt that compared to him, he was the master who was rich and gentle, was there such a stubborn student with a bad attitude?

"Okay, don't scold me in your heart, because even if you scold me to my face, I don't care about that. My surname is Chu, Chu Chengfeng, and before you successfully passed the Xiucai exam, I was your master. Let someone clean up a room for me, hey, it's you, you go and clean up, it doesn't matter if it's the main room or not, but there must be a big window inside! He pointed to Niu, who came over with tea, and ordered unceremoniously.

“……”

Did I agree with you to stay, uncle? It's all self-talking, huh?

Niu Shi looked at Sun Chen's face and didn't know how to respond, until he waved his hand and signaled, then he retreated. Thinking that there was really a vacant house that met his requirements, he quickly started to clean up.

"Let's not be idle, let's go there and write a few words first, and let me see how your skills are." Chu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and pointed to the bookcase placed in the corner of the room.

“…… Good. Sun Chen walked to the bookcase, poured a little water into the inkstone, and prepared to grind the ink.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Add so much water at once? Tell you, if you want to write well, you have to learn to grind ink first~" Chu Chengfeng couldn't even drink the tea when he saw this, hurriedly put down the teacup and walked to Sun Chen, and demonstrated it himself, "Na, water is not added all at once, it is better to have less than more, so if you feel that the ink is thick, you can add it little by little." ”

"And it's best to practice grinding with your left hand. The posture of grinding the ink must be dignified, which can also promote the stability of the writing technique. If you use too much light or too heavy force to sharpen the ink, or if you use too much speed or too slowly, the ink will be affected. You use too little force, your wrist turns too slowly, not only wastes time but also floats in ink; If the force is too heavy and the speed is too fast, the ink will be thick and raw, and the ink will become dull. Like me, gently turn your wrist and push with your fingers until you feel the right shade of ink under your hand for writing, so that you can test the pen on the paper. ”

"To put it bluntly, it's a skill where practice makes perfect." Chu Chengfeng patted Sun Chen's shoulder: "So come on, young man!" ”

"There are so many things you have to learn, but in the future, if you use more dim sum, I will teach you, and you can still learn it."

Sun Chen: "......"

Chu Chengfeng, where did this sudden mysterious self-confidence come from?!

But looking at his full posture, how could Sun Chen feel strangely that he should trust him?

For a whole day, except for a quarter of an hour when he ate at noon, Sun Chen was learning how to sharpen ink with Chu Chengfeng, and when his left hand was tired, he changed his right hand, and finally he was so tired that he couldn't lift his two arms, so Chu Chengfeng asked him to stop.

"I think it's almost over today, let's continue tomorrow." Chu Chengfeng clapped his hands and wiped it with the cloth towel on the bookcase, "Let Sister-in-law Niu hurry up and cook, the sweet and sour pork ribs at noon will be very good, and let her make one more at night." ”

"Uh...... Okay, but ......"

Sun Chen just nodded here, and Chu Chengfeng had already gone out: "Sister-in-law Niu, make more sweet and sour pork ribs for dinner, those at noon are not enough." ”

"Master Chu, my father-in-law went to the market in the afternoon, and the ribs are gone, can we make sweet and sour tenderloin?" Sister-in-law Niu was full of embarrassment.

"This sentence is also what I want to say~~~" Sun Chen silently mourned in his heart.

"So?" Chu Chengfeng obviously didn't expect this situation, and his eyebrows were about to be knotted, "Yes, but only this once, I must buy more ribs to eat from tomorrow." ”

"Hey, got it, I'm going to cook."

Chu Fuzi seems to have a soft spot for sweet and sour things, which Sun Chen discovered during the lunch meal. Sister-in-law Niu happened to be good at this, but he was pleasantly surprised. Because he ate amazing food at noon, his attitude towards himself was a little better when he taught in the afternoon.

Isn't it just two bites? Sun Chen thought he could afford it, but thinking that he was so happy to eat sweets, Sun Chen couldn't help but worry about him, he must not get diabetes because of this!

Sun Chen didn't like these sweet and sour tastes, and thought that the tamales were much more delicious than sweet and sour tenderloin.

At dinner, Sun Chen was sad. He couldn't lift his arms, and he couldn't even hold his chopsticks. I could only let Niu make a bowl of egg custard, fill my stomach indiscriminately, and go back to sleep in my house.

Let him watch others feast, it is better to give him a few punches.

The next day, Chu Chengfeng didn't let himself continue to sharpen the ink, but only took out a copy of the poems that Sun Chen had been learning, first slowly explained them to him one by one, and finally asked Sun Chen to recite them.

Because of Chu Fuzi's relatively authoritative interpretation, Sun Chen's ability to understand these articles has been invisibly strengthened a lot, and it is also very effective to memorize them.

However, Sun Chen's arm could only be lifted normally in three or four days, and in a short period of time, Chu Chengfeng took him and memorized the entire poem completely, which can be said to be a lot of gains.

After his arm recovered, Chu Chengfeng would still support him to polish the ink from time to time, and took out the prepared rice paper, and let Sun Chen practice on it.