"That is, I learned to count and count casually...... Know one, two, three, four, five, six. Guo Xiaoxi said vaguely, she shouldn't be a goof.

He Mo looked at her hurriedly explaining, thinking that he was embarrassed, "Do you want to learn to read?" ”

"Yes!" Guo Xiaoli didn't hesitate to say that she wanted to find a reason why she could read and write.

In the future, when I look at the account book at home, I will be confident, and I don't have to hide why I am afraid that someone will know why she is literate.

He Mo whispered, "Then I'll teach you." ”

"Really?"

It's really good, He Mo taught her, even if it was just for a while, she could justify him as an excuse.

As soon as others asked, they said that it was taught by He Mo, and who would doubt it at that time, "Won't it affect Brother He's office?" ”

"No, it's all taken care of."

He Mo turned and walked to the table, motioned for her to come over, and took out a yellowed paperweight from the side.

Guo Xiaoci obediently walked over, looking at his elegant grinding ink there, and began to think about how to cover his handwriting.

When she was in college, because she was very interested in calligraphy, she signed up for the club and practiced a good hand.

At that time, although her parents didn't care about her, they still gave her money on time, and they didn't ask her to work and study, otherwise she wouldn't have time to learn this hobby.

The faint fragrance of ink wafted in the air, and the ink in the inkstone dissolved, He Mo turned his head and asked her, "Do you know how to hold a brush?" ”

Guo Xiaoxi shook his head, no, he took a brush with a thin tip from the pen holder and handed it to her.

She took it and deliberately clenched her fist and held the brush in her hand, and He Mo took a step back to the side, motioning for her to stand in her position.

Guo Xiaoci did so, looking at the yellowed paperweight, as if he had returned to the previous club in the club, and the teacher's favorite was this kind of ancient paperweight.

There are also those large and small inkstones, as long as they collect one at a time, they will be taken out to show off to them as if they have been treasured.

Just give it a look, she can't even touch it, her expression can't help but be in a trance, her appearance fell in He Mo's eyes, that is, she didn't know how to hold the pen.

"Hold the pen, thumb up, ring finger and little finger slightly bent, thumb between middle finger and index finger, slightly upward." ”

Guo Xiaoci came back to her senses from her memories and did as he said, she knew how to write with a brush before, so she was very easy to do.

He Mo didn't find anything wrong when he saw it, "You did this very well, can I teach you to write your name today?" ”

Guo Xiaoci is he teaches anything, "Okay!" ”

He Moti wrote upright block letters on the rice paper, and said that the words were like his person, and the handwriting was smooth and vigorous, just like him.

The yellowed paperweight had three words written on it, she looked at He Mo with appreciation, she was handsome, and she also wrote good words, and her personality was good, why didn't her youth rise again.

Otherwise, she will stretch out her claws, rely on her tender face, and come to an old cow to eat tender grass.

Suddenly there was a sound outside, "Lord He, the prefect of the king is looking for it." ”

"Got it." He Mo put down the pen and dropped a sentence, "The paperweight is on the side, you take it and copy it, it doesn't matter if you don't write it well, I'll teach you when the time comes." ”

"Okay."

He walked out of the room and followed the man to the prefect's mansion.

After he left, Guo Xiaoxi put away the thin sheet he had written, pulled out a new paperweight, and wrote his name on it crookedly.

A word occupies a piece of paper, and when it is finished, it is put aside to be used for the errand, after it is written.

She put down her pen and turned to look at the bookcase, and she was desperate to see if she could find any more useful books about this Lixiang Pavilion.

She moved a stool with all her strength, and the strength of her arm was really worrisome, standing on the stool and flipping through the books on it.

This busy work really made her find a few copies, and she didn't have time to look at them carefully, but she just turned to the one about this pair of Fengzhen rouge.

She took it all out, and no matter how hard she moved the chair back, she couldn't secretly bring back so many books.

I have to take advantage of the fact that He Mo has not come back yet, sort it, Guo Xiaoxi couldn't help but sigh, this can turn out so many copies.

It shows that this person, no matter what era it is, people's enthusiasm for gossip will not be reduced by half, this is nature.

This look is that it is evening, He Mo has not come back, and Guo Xiaoxi has the last book left in his hand, which seems to have been written by a woman.

The writing was obviously more delicate than before, and the little woman's thoughts were hidden in the book sentence by sentence, and there was a steady footstep outside.

Guo Xiaoci hurriedly put the book in his arms, then returned to the table, put one hand into the inkstone, stained it with ink, and made his white palm black.

picked up the pen and laid a new paperweight, and when He Mo walked in the door, he raised his head and said to him with a smile, "Brother He, you are back, come and see what I wrote!" ”

With a proud tone, he put down the pen, picked up the crooked and twisted big characters and spread it in front of him, and the ink on his hand inadvertently stained her face, "How about it, I'm learning fast." ”

He Mo looked at her appearance of a little flower cat, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "It's really well written, I'll let you go to the backyard to wash and go home." ”

"Good!" If she goes back at this time, her brother will definitely be in a hurry, and she doesn't know how Mo Heng told her brother.

In the evening dusk, the sky seemed to be burned by fire, the fiery red clouds were on the horizon, and Guo Xiaoxi sat on his horse and looked at the sunset.

Inexplicably, I remembered a poem, "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." ”

"Good poetry!"

She closed her mouth in surprise at this time, she actually said it just now, how could a village girl like her, who was still a fool before, write this kind of poem, and said brightly, "I think too." ”

I hope he doesn't ask who made this poem, or if this poet has already created it.

But the heavens didn't hear the prayer in her heart, so He Mo still asked, "Little Fox, who wrote this poem for you?" I have never heard of such a poet. ”

"I don't know, it's just what I heard from a person passing by at the entrance of our village, I only heard this sentence, I don't know what's behind."

Denying Sanlian, she is in an alternate era, and it shouldn't affect him.