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Most of the brushes are new, and the only thing that is a little bad is a trumpet that has been written for a long time, slightly forked.

took out the used wolf from here, and handed over the rest of Gao Zhong to Gao Qiao'er. Gao Qiao'er saw the dozen or so brand-new brushes, and tears fell again: "Zhong Wazi, this thing is too valuable, I will return it to Teacher Wenquxing tomorrow, our family is poor, and we can't stand this." ”

Looking at the brush Gao Qiao'er, I understood why Yang Sanlao said that this Wenqu Xing Master attaches great importance to Gao Zhong, how can such a valuable brush be easily given away?

Even his brother-in-law Zhou Sheng can't use this kind of brush, it's too expensive.

For the grateful peasant family, it is already a great blessing to be able to study with Master Wenquxing, and if you receive this valuable gift, I am afraid that you will be jealous of God.

"Master Zhang said that he didn't want this money, and if I didn't want it, he would ask me to throw it into the stream, and I took it back."

After these days of hard work, Gao Zhong also figured out Zhang Youke's personality, this person never expresses his thoughts, always talks about other things, and when he does it, he prefers to do it again.

According to the words of this era, he is not right-hearted, and in the words of later generations, he is a tsundere and noble son!

Since this thing was given to him by Zhang Youke to the scholar, if he didn't want it, this Zhang Youke would obviously be unhappy.

Hearing Gao Zhong's words, Gao Qiaoer took back the brush. Then she took out her jewelry box from the wardrobe, and she poured out the jewelry in the box and wrapped it in a piece of cloth, and then cut it with a new cloth and wrapped these dozens of brushes and put them into her own jewelry box: "We have to write down Master Zhang's kindness, you have to fight, and you will repay Master Zhang with a good life in the future." ”

Gao Zhong grinned: "I have to honor A-Niang first!" ”

"Sweet mouth!"

Listening to Gao Zhong's words, Gao Qiao'er scratched his nose, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

On the second day, Gao Zhong also came to the Yellow Cypress Tree early, because now Gao Zhong and Zhang Youke are very close, and Gao Zhong has also regained his original intelligence, Gao Qiaoer is no longer worried, and he no longer uses a basket to send her, and the journey from home to the Yellow Cypress Tree depends on him alone.

On this day, Gao Zhong held a brush in his hand and a broken bowl, which he was going to use to practice calligraphy under the yellow cypress tree.

What is rare today is that Zhang Youke did not read in the bamboo house, but stood on a stone slab under the yellow cypress tree, holding a brush in his hand to write and draw on the stone tablet.

I have to say that Zhang Youke's handwriting is very beautiful, the font is round and full, and it makes people feel very comfortable when they look at it, which can be said to be completely different from the words written by Gao Zhong on the ground.

Seeing Gao Zhong trotting all the way over, Zhang Youke stopped putting away his pen.

Yang Sanlao, who was watching Zhang Youke's writing on the side, touched his beard at this time, and looked at Zhang Youke's words with envy, his face was full of admiration, no wonder people can become lifters, just this good hand is enough to deter the literati of a state.

Gao Zhong trotted in front of Zhang Youke, and was just about to say hello to Zhang Youke, but Zhang Youke spoke first: "The words have to be practiced slowly one by one, this is not in a hurry, I have eight words, you write according to it, when I am satisfied, I will teach you the Four Books and Five Classics, and after you finish learning, you can participate in next year's children's style!" ”

After speaking, Zhang and Ke rolled up their sleeves and returned to the bamboo house accompanied by the scholar, closed the door of the bamboo house and began to read the book.

Before leaving, the little scholar glanced at Gao Zhong, and only after getting Gao Zhong's response did he keep up with Zhang Youke's pace.

"Thank you, Master Zhang!"

Gao Zhong waved his hand at Zhang and Ke to thank him, and then walked to the slate and looked at it.

The slate is flat, not very large, square, and looks a lot like a painting board. This was originally a washboard for the washing of nearby peasant women, but now there is Wenquxing here, and the peasant women did not dare to approach, so they abandoned this washboard here.

Now the top of this stone slab is written with the dragon flying and phoenix dance: "Go to the sand and store gold, and the iron pestle becomes a needle." "Eight vigorous and powerful words.

These eight characters are the size of a fist, and they are standard willow characters, which are written with pen and ink, and the ink is still there.

Looking at these simple eight words, Gao Zhong's eyes widened, although it was only eight words, but Gao Zhong saw that there was something extraordinary in it, and now Gao Zhong wanted to reach this realm, I am afraid that it would be impossible without more than ten years of hard work.

While observing these words, Gao Zhong gently blew with his mouth, letting these few be killed earlier.

After the words were dry, Gao Zhong took the bowl to the stream and fetched a bowl of water, then returned to the slate, dipped his brush in the water and began to imitate Zhang Youke's words.

It is difficult to write with a brush, not only because it is difficult to control the brush, but also because it is difficult to write on the word.

Brush words and pen words are actually two concepts, although the current pen words are also very flat and vertical, strokes are even the pen, but horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, writing is simple, learning is naturally more simple.

But the brush is different, it not only pays attention to the pen and the pen, but also pays attention to the use of power. Take writing a horizontal now, use the pen to draw a stroke directly horizontally, pay attention to the pen and pen when adding a pause, a slight pause, so that the front and back look slightly larger, the font will also be slightly upturned, looking more plump.

But the brush is different, it has a hook action when it starts the pen, and the head will be slightly thinner than the body, and there is a hook when the pen is closed. Although there were two hooks before and after before, you can't see it when you observe, only feel that the front and back of these two pens are very good-looking, the font is plump, if you write according to it, often will not succeed!

This is the greatness of the ancients who created Chinese characters, and the complex Chinese characters and the uncontrollable brush characters separated the two classes. Even if a peasant can memorize the three-character scripture and can't write it, people will not recognize you as a scholar. Even if you can write, but you can't write well, then you're just a literate person.

In the world of scholars, only if you write a good hand, people will recognize your status.

Gao Zhong began to practice according to Zhang Youke's words, but after writing it a few times, Gao Zhong still didn't grasp the essentials, and every word was written very ugly, one by one.

After writing all over the slate, Gao Zhong looked at the slate and thought about how he should write a good hand.

Zhang Youke in the bamboo house looked at Gao Zhong, who had stopped, smiled, and then continued to look at the book in front of him.

"Hey, it's so stupid, I obviously studied it in elementary school, how can I forget it now!"

Suddenly, Gao Zhong patted his head, and then continued to come to the stone slab with a smile.

This time, Gao Zhong did not blindly continue to copy Zhang Youke's characters, but began to slowly write on the stone slab: dots, horizontal, vertical and other radicals. This is indeed the knowledge taught by primary school teachers, any word is composed of radicals, as long as the radicals are practiced, and then it will be much easier to write.

So what Gao Zhong has to do now is to "remove the sand and store gold, and turn the iron pestle into a needle." "Split a few words, and write slowly one stroke at a time.

Gao Zhong spent a whole day in writing, although Gao Zhong's handwriting still did not make much progress at the end of the day, but this day his brush mastery was much better than yesterday, and now Gao Zhong can already feel that his wrist has found the trick.

In the afternoon, Zhang Youke took a nap before leaving the bamboo house, this is his current rule, after taking a nap, his head is groggy, he must come out for a walk, so as to wake up and fall asleep.

Zhang Youke naturally walked in front of Gao Zhong, and when he saw Gao Zhong writing quickly on the slate, he immediately showed a satisfied smile. When he saw Zhang Youke with the radical written on the slate, he was slightly surprised, and then smiled: "It's still quite Huigen!" ”

Then Zhang and Kecai walked in front of Yang Sanlao, sat down with Yang Sanlao, and drank afternoon tea.

And the Gao Zhong child continued to practice calligraphy, writing radicals stroke by stroke. At this time, the little scholar trotted in front of Gao Zhong: "Let's rest." ”

Gao Zhong shook his head, he had just grasped the inspiration of how to use his wrist strength to write, and if he gave up now, this feeling would be difficult to regain.

The little scholar felt bored, so he took the iron pot to the stream and fetched a pot of water, and then lit a fire to boil boiling water for Zhang Youke to make tea.

"Master Zhang, do you think this kid can become a talent in the future?"

The most common topic between Yang Sanlao and Zhang Youke is Gao Zhong, and Yang Sanlao is particularly interested in Gao Zhong, and likes to inquire about Gao Zhong's news from Zhang Youke.

Listening to Yang Sanlao's words, Zhang Youke picked up the tea in front of him, then picked up the gaiwan and blew it into the teacup, blowing away the tea leaves floating in the teacup: "Wait until he passes the Tongsheng exam first, he is not even a child, what kind of talent will he take in the future?" ”

"Also, this spring's boys' test has passed...... "Yang Sanlao sighed and said to Zhang Youke.

"It's over, it's over, this baby is smart, a year later should be a good thing for him, can't be in a hurry, can't be in a hurry!"

Zhang Youke waved his hand, put down the teacup in his hand, and then looked at Gao Zhong, who was writing not far away. Although he was standing in the shade of a tree and writing, Gao Zhong was still sweating profusely, and even the slight mountain breeze could not alleviate the heat of the peak.

Yang Sanlao nodded listening to Zhang Youke's words, and at this time he already understood that Gao Zhong's evaluation in Zhang Youke's heart should not be low.