Zheng Huawen also came to the study after cleaning up the table, it was too boring for him to stay down alone.

He looked over at the rice paper on the table and asked with a look of surprise.

"Dad, your calligraphy is improving too fast! I remember that you wrote much worse than this some time ago, Dad, you are really good. ”

Old Man Zheng looked at Zheng Huawen expressionlessly and said indifferently.

"Am I writing badly?"

Zheng Huawen looked confused, and he was praising his father for his good writing.

Why does Dad look at himself as if he doesn't look very good!

"No! Dad, you really wrote the four words of God's reward for diligence, which is a world of difference from the previous ones. ”

Song Baoxuan held his forehead, and then said.

"Grandpa Zheng's writing must be better, these four words are just average."

"No! These four words are very well written, and my dad used to write far worse than this. ”

Old Man Zheng grabbed a book next to him and smashed it directly at Zheng Huawen.

"Stinky boy, you dare to say that your Lao Tzu's handwriting is not good, get out of the way."

Zheng Huawen took the book thrown by Old Man Zheng and put it aside, and then helped the glasses that were about to fall.

"Huh? Dad, aren't you very well written? There should be no one I know who writes better than you, it really writes much better than before. ”

Song Baoxuan couldn't help it, she was afraid that Zheng Huawen would be beaten by Old Man Zheng later.

"Ahem! Uncle Zheng wrote these four words by me. ”

Zheng Huawen asked with a look of disbelief when he heard Song Baoxuan's words.

"What? What did you write? The four words of heaven reward diligence were written by Bao Xuan, yourself? ”

Song Baoxuan nodded.

"Well, I just wrote that."

"It's... I can't believe it. ”

Old Man Zheng glared at Zheng Huawen and said.

"What I can't believe, I watched Bao Yatou write it with my own eyes."

"I'm just so surprised."

Zheng Huawen walked over, ready to pick up the rice paper on the table and take a closer look.

How do you know, Old Man Zheng didn't know where to take a pole and hit his hand.

"What? Is this something you can touch? ”

"Dad, I'm just going to see, don't be so excited."

"Don't show it, Bao Yatou has already given it to me, and now it's mine. By the way, what did you just say? I'm not good at handwriting, am I? ”

Zheng Huawen hurriedly shook his head, how did he know that these four words were written by Song Baoxuan just now!

"No, Dad, you heard me wrong."

"I'm old, but my ears and memory are good! Since you think my writing is not good, then today you will write me a hundred times with a brush, let me see how well you write! ”

"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong, can I not write it?"

"Two hundred times."

Zheng Huawen wilted, he knew that he wouldn't come up.

"Okay, two hundred times is two hundred times."

"Humph! I'm going to check tonight, and if you can't finish writing, you won't sleep. ”

Zheng Huawen felt as if he had returned to his childhood, and Old Man Zheng had done the same to him before.

It didn't take long for Song Zhi to pick up Song Baoxuan and go home, and Song Baoxuan left the perfume to Zheng Huawen after thinking about it.

"Uncle Zheng, I'll leave these perfumes for you, you can watch and give them to some people, so that they can know about our perfumes in advance or keep them for their own use."

"Good. Bao Xuan, I'll help you get a transport truck back in a few days. ”

"Well, thank you Uncle Zheng."

"You're welcome."

Old Man Zheng saw that Song Baoxuan was about to leave again, he was quite reluctant, but who called Song Baoxuan not his granddaughter, and he couldn't stay by his side every day.

"Bao girl, you remember to come and see me often, an old man!"

"Okay, Grandpa Zheng, take care of your body, you can't steal spicy noodles, do you know?"

Old Man Zheng is still planning to wait and eat a pack of spicy noodles!

As a result, Song Baoxuan said this, and he was a little weak-hearted.

"Ahem! Got it, I'm not a big fan of that. ”

"Well, then Grandpa Zheng, Uncle Zheng, let's go first."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Zheng Huawen also said to Song Zhi and Song Baoxuan.

"Baoxuan, Azhi, you go slowly, come and play often!"

After Song Baoxuan and the others left, Old Man Zheng snorted at Zheng Huawen.

"It's useless."

Old Man Zheng really wanted to have a granddaughter like Song Baoxuan, but Zheng Huawen didn't give him any hope.