The third uncle spoke very seriously and carefully, what are the precautions in the examination room, what is the exam experience, in short, the third uncle, who has been taking the exam for more than ten years, does not talk about the knowledge in his stomach, but the experience in the examination room alone is naturally extremely rich.

The old man sitting in the high hall listened carefully, and even occasionally took the initiative to ask questions when he encountered something incomprehensible, and the third uncle would naturally explain the old man's questions in more detail.

After drinking a cup of tea, when the third uncle was still unsatisfied, he saw a middle-aged couple in the courtyard, who should be from a nearby village, although Zhang Jie was not very familiar, but the old lady in the courtyard chatted with the person who came hotly, and when the couple explained their intentions, they knew that they were looking for the third uncle to write a letter to their young son who was far away.

This is not unusual, in the nearby ten miles and eight villages, if anyone wants to write a letter, or receives a letter to find someone to read, most of them come to the house to find the third uncle or to find the old master in the school, but in the past two years, because the old master is old, whether it is energy or physical strength, it is not very good to keep up, more and more people choose to come to the house to find the third uncle to write letters.

Because I got used to it, so no one thought it was anything unusual, the countryside was a neighbor, so naturally I couldn't let people wait for a long time, the conversation in the hall was over, and Zhang Hao, who was waiting for the cattle to come back, brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to his father from the house, and the third uncle who was sitting next to the stone platform in the courtyard first asked the old couple what they wanted to say, and after sorting out their thoughts, the third uncle put down the pen.

I have to say that the third uncle's words are better than his own words, whether it is the font size, the line spacing between each word, and the pen and ink of the handwriting itself, they are all written just right.

The third uncle wrote a letter for this period of effort, and the couple naturally wanted to praise Zhang Jie fiercely, what Zhang Xiaoxianggong was young and successful, what would be a great thing, and my child would be satisfied if he worked half of his hard work.

Zhang Jie's ears have already heard the cocoon in these kinds of words, except for a few formulaic polite words, there is nothing to say, to the Wang family, every time he hears someone praise Zhang Jie, the smile on his face will be a little thicker. A pair of eyes narrowed into crescents.

The third uncle was writing a letter, but he saw another person at the door, a woman with a happy face, this woman Zhang Jie recognized, it was Aunt Chen who was going to tell her daughter to Zhang Jie.

"Yo, the house is lively today, look at the old lady's happiness, what is the joy of the family!"

Before he could enter the door, he heard the woman speak with a smile on her face.

The old lady in the courtyard naturally greeted her, and the old lady who was full of teeth that had basically lost all her teeth smiled and said, "Isn't this him, Aunt Chen, you are here, seeing you coming, can I not be happy with the old lady!" ”

Zhang Jie, who was originally watching the third uncle's handwriting next to the stone platform, glanced at the door, naturally not at the wrinkled Aunt Chen, but at the girl wearing a small floral skirt outside the door.

Zhao Ping is also twelve years old this year, and the little girl is becoming more and more beautiful, compared to a few years ago, she is much quieter, and when she enters the door, she lowers her head after her mother herself, as if she even feels shy when she sees people, but the girl glances at the stone platform from time to time, and then her face is even more crimson as if she has seen something.

Zhang Jie, who was standing on the side, had no chance of dealing with the middle-aged couple, but at this time, the old man on the side suddenly said, "Xiaojie, pour a glass of water for your Aunt Chen." ”

Pouted, knowing what the old man meant, Zhang Jie was not needed at all for the job of serving tea and pouring water, but the old man spoke, Zhang Jie naturally didn't dare to say anything, went back to the house and poured two cups of tea, and walked towards the door, the middle-aged couple had a third uncle to greet them, and they didn't have to worry about themselves, and when Zhang Jie, who was carrying the tea, came to Aunt Chen, who was talking to the old lady, he smiled and said, "Auntie, you drink tea!" ”

"Hey, let the future champion Lang serve tea to his aunt, this cup of tea has to be drunk to say anything, so as to touch the blessing of Champion Lang!" The woman with an exaggerated smile on her face took the tea from Zhang Jie's hand, and her eyes flashed with this unpredictable taste.

Waiting for Zhang Jie, who was carrying the tea, to come to the little girl with her head down, then she came up with the idea, the little girl not only had a small face red, but even her small ears and neck were red, Zhang Jie, who smiled lightly, handed the tea in his hand to the other party and said softly: "Drink saliva!" ”

I don't know if I didn't hear Zhang Jie's words, or if my mind wasn't here, in short, the girl didn't stretch out her hand at all, which made Zhang Jie, who was holding a teacup in his hand, a little funny, and before Zhang Jie could say something, he saw Aunt Chen on the side suddenly said loudly:

"Ping'er, Zhang Xiaoxianggong personally poured the tea, if you don't accept it at this time, you won't have a chance to drink it in the future!"

After listening to Aunt Chen's words, the girl who was mixing her hands together took a deep breath, and then as if she had made up her mind, the girl suddenly raised her head, and then trembled and took the tea from Zhang Jie's hand, Zhang Jie was about to stop, but saw that the girl was stuffed into Zhang Jie's hand with the small handkerchief in her hand at the moment of receiving the tea.

When Zhang Jie looked up, he saw that the girl's body was shaking badly, and the teacup in her hand had not yet reached her mouth, and half of it had been spilled.

glanced back at the old lady, but saw that the old lady didn't seem to see it, still chatting with Aunt Chen, Zhang Jie, who was holding a small handkerchief in his palm, was not so calm, and he couldn't pay attention to it in his heart.

This little handkerchief is not so good, if you don't get it right, don't hurt the harmony of the two families, don't say it, and then make the family lose face, Zhang Jie doesn't think that the little girl in front of him can withstand any big blow.

But it seems very inappropriate to give it back to others like this, especially when she looks at the girl in front of her who is trembling all over, obviously, just by stuffing the handkerchief into her hand, she has used up all her courage. At this time, if you give it back to someone, I don't know how the girl will react.

After a slight pause, he tucked the handkerchief into his cuffs, Zhang Jie walked towards the stone platform, the third uncle's letter had been written, and he was reading it to the middle-aged couple word by word, where was there anything unsatisfactory to be revised.

After turning around, Zhang Jie came to the little aunt who was washing clothes, and then handed the small handkerchief in his sleeve to the little aunt, and then snorted at Zhao Ping at the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Jie said softly: "Find a chance to help me go back!" ”

"The vision is really high, what's wrong with Zhao Ping, this mountain is looking forward to that mountain high, and there will be a time when you regret it in the future." Zhang Xia, who was washing clothes behind her, put away the handkerchief, and then muttered in a low voice.

Glancing at the little girl at the door, Zhang Jie couldn't help but smile, it seems that Zhao Ping's girl has done a good job, which has made the little aunt an alliance, I remember that the little aunt hated her at the beginning, and now she will help her live.

Moving his wrist, Zhang Jie said softly as he walked towards the house: "This matter, after all, depends on fate!" ”

When he returned to the house and took the brush again, Zhang Jie continued to practice calligraphy.

Anyway, today's task hasn't been completed yet, so why wait for the practice to finish writing, and I'm thinking about something else.