In this way, Zhang Youke and Gao Zhong, one in the house and the other outside, began to teach in the next room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, under the yellow cypress tree, Yang Sanlao held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at everything in front of him, especially when he saw Zhang Youke's relieved smile, he also smiled, because he had already seen that this Wenqu star liked Gao Zhong very much.

After the heavy rain of this day, no other children in the village came to the yellow cypress tree, only Gao Zhong still reported to the yellow cypress tree every day.

And Zhang Youke also followed Gao Zhong to set a rule, and he could not use it here in the future for heavy rains.

So from this day on, there was such a scene in the village, a Confucian scholar sitting in a bamboo hut reading, while a peasant child outside shook his head and shook his head, and from time to time he was still writing and painting on the ground.

"When you hold the pen, you have to work hard, and the words you write are square and beautiful!"

Now Gao Zhongshu has memorized a lot, but the handwriting is very bad, although it is really written on the sand, but Zhang Youke is still not satisfied.

"It's time for you to learn to write!"

After a few glances at Gao Zhong's words, Zhang Youke shook his head again and again, although this little guy's words could see what was written, but Zhang Youke felt awkward and not good-looking.

Yang Sanlao on the side, looking at Zhang Youke and Gao Zhong, drinking tea with a rich smile on his face, Zhang Youke and Gao Zhong were obviously much closer during this time, which can be seen from the actions of the two.

At this time, the villagers who were passing by saw Zhang Youke and Gao Zhong, and their eyes were also full of envy, and they later learned that Zhang Youke's previous series of actions were all to test the children, and then they chose a few of them more hard.

It's a pity that in the end, only Gao Zhong stayed, which made many people sigh, if only their children could hold on for a while, even if they only listened to books next to Wenquxing in the future.

After teaching Gao Zhong a lesson, Zhang Youke returned to the bamboo house, looked inside the house, and then said to the little scholar beside him: "These brushes are all bifurcated, throw them all away for me." ”

"Ah, young master, these brushes were only sent by them a few days ago, and you haven't used them a few times!"

Listening to Zhang Youke's words, the little scholar was a little painful, this is a good brush, each one is several taels of silver.

"Huh? I said it's not okay to throw it away? ”

Zhang Youke's face turned pale and said to the little scholar in front of him.

The little scholar pouted: "I know, you are going to give it to the kid outside." ”

"Don't talk too much if you know!"

Zhang Youke did not deny it, and then continued to pick up the book and continue to read.

Since it was Zhang Youke's meaning, the little scholar was not easy to disobey, so he had to walk out angrily, came to Gao Zhong's face, and handed Gao Zhong a brush in his hand: "My young master gave it to you!" ”

After saying that, he was ready to turn around and leave,

At this time, Gao Zhong grabbed him, and then took out a bag of things from his arms, this thing was wrapped in a large mulberry leaf, the little scholar hesitated when he saw this thing, and then opened it to take a look, and saw that it contained a bag of red and blackened mulberries, and his face was happy: "This is for me?" ”

Mulberry, also known as mulberry fruit. It is the fruit of the mulberry tree.

There are a lot of mulberry trees in the village, and now is the day when the mulberry fruit is ripe, and the little scholar has long been in the mood to collect the mulberry fruit, but unfortunately his main task as a scholar is to take care of Zhang Youke, and he can't pull away, and now he is naturally very happy to see the mulberry fruit in front of him.

Gao Zhong shook his head, then pointed at Zhang Youke and smiled.

Seeing this, the little scholar's face changed suddenly, and he pouted and looked at Gao Zhong very unhappy.

Looking at the little scholar's changing face, Gao Zhong grinned and took out another bag of mulberry fruits from his arms, which were also red and black, and they were also big.

"This is for me?"

Seeing Gao Zhong take out another pack, the little scholar's face changed again, and he asked happily.

"Yes."

Gao Zhong nodded, then put the mulberry fruit away again, and said that he would give it to the little scholar when he came out again.

The little scholar nodded, then returned to the bamboo house with satisfaction, and handed the mulberry fruit to Zhang Youke: "Young master, this is for you from the baby outside." ”

Zhang Youke looked down at this mulberry fruit, took one and looked at it in his hand, this mulberry fruit is the size of his finger, full of particles, every one of the mulberry leaves is like this, it is obviously carefully selected, and each one is wet, there is no rain these days, and there is not so much dew in the morning, this should be the traces left after washing.

Looking at the mulberry fruit in front of him, Zhang Youke suddenly became interested, and directly threw one into his mouth, sweet and sour, it tasted good, and it was suitable for eating these things in summer.

"The eldest young master......"

At this time, the little scholar shouted at Zhang Youke, and when he saw Zhang Youke's food so quietly and delicious, the little scholar couldn't hold it back.

Hearing the scholar's shout, Zhang Youke looked outside, and saw Gao Zhong holding a handful of mulberry fruits waiting outside, and the little scholar was also anxious.

"Go, tell that kid to practice more words, there is a good slate over there, I won't teach him new books in the next time, let him practice the words well!"

Zhang Youke said to the little scholar, and after speaking, he picked up the mulberry fruit again and enjoyed the deliciousness of the mulberry fruit.

When the little scholar heard this, he said thank you to Zhang Youke, and then trotted in front of Gao Zhong and sat down with him under the yellow cypress tree.

Gao Zhong spread out the mulberry fruit and put it on the stone slab, this one was a little more than Zhang Yuke's, but the grain obviously smiled a lot.

But the little scholar didn't care, picked up a mulberry fruit and fed it to his mouth: "My young master said, let you practice calligraphy well, don't learn new books for the time being." ”

Gao Zhong nodded: "I know." ”

In ancient times, it was a very important measure of whether the handwriting was good or not, even if a test paper was your essay good, if your handwriting was not good, then you would be embarrassed and you would be the last!

In particular, the brush character is very difficult to write, and the strength is not well mastered, so the word is not written correctly.

Now that he got a brush from Zhang Youke, Zhang Youke naturally didn't dare to slack off, and in the future, if he wanted to show talent and lift people, then he had to write well.

"I saw you planting something behind the bamboo hut a few days ago, what is it?"

The little scholar suddenly looked at Gao Zhong and asked curiously, "I look like it's a lump in your hand, isn't it?" ”

Listening to the little scholar's words, Gao Zhong was taken aback, he didn't expect that this matter would be discovered by the little scholar.

Gao Zhong nodded: "Yes, it's a treasure to take things, I'm afraid that someone will destroy it if I plant it somewhere else, so I planted it here, don't tell others!" ”

The little scholar ate the mulberry fruit: "Yes, but when that thing is ripe, you have to share it with me first, okay?" ”

Gao Zhong nodded and agreed.

Sometimes the meeting between Pingshui and the friendship of life and death is often so simple, and a small secret unconsciously pulls the relationship between the little scholar and Gao Zhong further.

On this day, Gao Zhong returned home with the brush given by Zhang Youke, and the small farmer felt a little bookish because of this thing.

Gao Zhong took the pen, chose the worst one in it, and then began to write on his own slate: "Qin attacked Yiyang, Zhou Jun said Zhao Lei said ......"

This brush is more difficult to grasp than the bamboo stick, and the pen is either light or heavy, and the font is also ugly to death.

Gao Zhong always felt like crying when he saw his own writing, if only there were pens in this world.

However, Gao Qiao'er, who was watching Gao Zhong write on the side, was moved, and after a while, tears flowed down her eyes, and then she thanked the heavens, the earth, and the ancestors for their blessings.

provoked Gao Zhong to put down the pen in his hand and come over to comfort his mother, and Gao Qiaoer realized that this had affected Gao Zhong's study, so he held back his tears and continued to watch Gao Zhong write while the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.