Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Master of Word Creation

Compared with Wang Mingtai and them, Wang Miaomiao is very calm.

When he went back to the room and put down the knife, he came out to help, and did not forget to inform Wang Dezhong that he was going to enter the mountain.

"Miao Miao, there is no shortage of money at home in the past two days, so I won't go into the mountains, there are still many things to do at home!"

Wang Dezhong knew that his daughter wanted to go up the mountain to find prey to try the knife, and he himself wanted to know what was so peculiar about the dogleg knife, but thinking that the family was busy now, he still stopped thinking about it.

I accompanied her to get a knife in the morning, but I agreed to go because there were not enough spices and gypsum at home and needed supplies.

Seeing Wang Dezhong say this, Wang Miaomiao had to temporarily rest and hunt wild boars: "Oh, okay, I'll go when I'm done." ”

Wang Dezhong was relieved, and his daughter was still very obedient.

On the afternoon before the opening, Wang Fushun called Wang Miaomiao to go to the town to see Wu Qinghui to see how the decoration was going, and by the way, he got some ideas from Wang Miaomiao (Xiao Yuan).

It is different from the construction site that Wang Miaomiao saw yesterday.

Wu Qinghui freed up nearly fifteen square meters of space for the place where lo-mei was sold, just in front of the gate.

By this time, the countertop had been erected, and the whole was L-shaped, and the door of the grocery store was narrowed by a third.

The whole table is made of brick and stone, and the inch-thick bluestone slabs are laid on it, and there are log cutting boards and kitchen knives next to it clean and tidy.

The space below is also partitioned to put things, such as plantain leaves for packaging, utensils to be used, etc., convenient.

"Boss Wu, you're really fast enough!" Wang Fushun became happier the more he looked at it, and shouted at Wu Qinghui, who was sitting at the counter.

Wu Qinghui was distressed, and when he heard Wang Fushun's voice, it was like seeing a savior.

"Brother, you're here, it's just right, I have something I want to ask you!"

Wang Fushun sighed and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Don't you call this lo-mei, I just want to take a sign of the Wang family's lo-mei, I just want to ask you, this lu, how did you write it?"

Wang Fushun was also stunned, Lu word, he didn't know either!

The first to say this word was Wang Miaomiao, Wang Fushun set his eyes on Wang Miaomiao and asked her to give the answer.

Wang Miaomiao was shocked, looking at what she was doing, she couldn't write the characters of this era.

Xiao Yuan was also puzzled, and hurriedly checked the information of this era.

I don't know if I don't check this, and I was shocked when I checked it: "There is no Lu character in this world, they don't know what Lu means, so they didn't invent this word, and they don't even have the surname Lu!" ”

Wang Miaomiao: "......" is it true?

Why does she remember that Lu is a big surname?

"Host, don't confuse this world with your one! Although the two worlds have similarities, they are different in the end! ”

Okay, whatever you say, she doesn't know anyway.

Xiao Yuan just wants to roll her eyes, can she still lie to her.

"Don't think about it so much, stand on the shoulders of giants, just move your pen, and become a master of word creation in this world, and you will go down in history! What a good thing! ”

Wang Miaomiao said that she didn't want to do anything that would be passed down through the ages.

"Host, the old man is still waiting!"

No, Wang Miaomiao took Wu Qinghui's brush and wrote the word "halogen" on the paper.

"That's the word."

Wu Qinghui looked at the words on the paper and looked carefully, this is the Lu character?

Although I haven't seen it, it doesn't look like it's made up.

"Good! Good! Good! "Say hello three times in a row!

It's just that he frowned again, and his expression was indescribable: "Miao Miao, right?" ”

He asked Wang Miaomiao.

"Hmm."

"Miao girl, there is time for Grandpa Wu to teach you to write!"

This girl looks like she hasn't used a brush, and the way she holds the pen is not right.

They usually only use the nib part of the pen to write, and this girl goes straight to the end with a pole.

Let this pen on the head of the halogen word penetrate the back of the paper!

Oh, the old man he loved so much, he felt sorry for him.

Wang Miaomiao was puzzled and taught her to write?

"No, I don't need it." Wang Miaomiao refused directly without thinking about it.

She can write, not be taught.

"Tsk! What does it mean to not be used? Wu Qinghui disagreed.

"Don't listen to women who are not talented, they are all those poor scholars, if you are illiterate, they will say that you are ignorant women and children! Girls, it's better to learn more! ”

Wang Miaomiao nodded: "Well, I know." ”

I have to say that this sentence is quite pleasant.

Xiao Yuan also felt cola: "I didn't expect this old man's consciousness to be quite high!" "It's incredible to have such a way of thinking ahead of your time in ancient times.

"He must have a daughter, and he hates her!" I am willing to make up my mind.

"You know again." Wang Miaomiao stared at it.

"At least 80 percent sure."

"Shh Wang Miaomiao scoffed.

Wu Qinghui thought that Wang Miaomiao had agreed: "Then say it, Grandpa Wu will teach you to write in the future!" ”

After finishing speaking, he re-picked up the pen and filled the ink, and after rewriting a piece of the halogen character written by Wang Miaomiao, he was about to leave in a hurry.

When I asked what he was doing, he said he was going to carve a signboard.

Wang Fushun hurriedly grabbed him: "Just write a few big characters and paste them outside, what kind of signboard to engrave!" "Isn't that a waste of money!

As for the bluestone countertops he asked people to make, I'm afraid it also cost a lot of money.

"You don't understand!" Wu Qinghui pulled his hand away: "Our business will definitely be better in the future, there is no plaque, is it decent!" This is our signboard, do you understand! ”

With that, he left them and ran.

Wang Fushun looked at his back and stomped on the crutch: "What's the signboard that doesn't sign, it hasn't been opened yet, and it's still a signboard!" ”

"This person too, why is his heart so big? The store is open, leaving us two outsiders here, and we are not afraid of losing things! ”

Xiao Yuan silently complained to Wang Miaomiao: "Your master is calling himself a thief!" ”

Wang Miaomiao glanced at it and said loudly: "The signboard is the brand, and you still want it!" Also, we are not thieves, and his family will not lose anything! ”

Wang Fushun came to his senses, covered his mouth, and after a while, he let go and said, "Look at grandpa's mouth, it's really ...... You're right, we're not thieves, we won't take his things, and his things won't be less, let's show him the store! ”

"Hmm." Wang Miaomiao nodded.

The grandfather and grandson moved a bench and sat at the gate, and when they met someone who came to see something, they all said: "The boss is not here, let's buy it later!" ”

"Miao girl, you said that Boss Wu won't blame us when he comes back, right?" turned several people away in a row, and Wang Fushun was a little nervous.

"You don't know the price." Wang Miaomiao looked at the sky and said bluntly.

Wang Fushun had nothing to say.

There was no way, in the past two days, Ming An Mingkang wanted to help at home, but he didn't follow, and they didn't know the price, so they could only turn away the guests.

"Uncle Wang? Miao Miao? ”