Mu Feng took the pen, and then frowned slightly, this quality is really average, even his one can't compare.

Write the word 'Mufeng' on the yellowed paper.

Mu Feng's characters are not very good-looking, at least he thinks so, for calligraphy, he can't even compare to Xiaozhi, let alone the little brother of Yuan Yan who is better than the words written in the book.

But every stroke is upright, and it is also the result of his efforts in the past few months.

But the word that he was not satisfied with was extremely surprising in the eyes of Mr. Yang.

The words are a little naïve, but the pen is powerful, and he has his own unique handwriting, and looking at the familiar pen, you know that he must have practiced often to be so.

"You haven't been to school before, have you?" Mr. Yang was surprised.

Where can such a character be written by a child who has just entered a private school!

"No, it was my sister who taught me." Mu Feng said ashamedly, he was very stupid, and after practicing for so long, he couldn't write as beautiful words as Xiao Zhi.

Seeing Mu Feng's shame, Mr. Yang was speechless, thinking that among the students he had taught for so long last year, the best handwriting was much better than the child in front of him.

Is this still ashamed?

How many children would have to be ashamed?!

But I think it is, paper is so expensive, how can ordinary people be willing to buy so many children to practice calligraphy, in the eyes of ordinary people, as long as they can read, it doesn't matter if the words are good or not.

There are very few people who are willing to let their children practice fonts.

"Not bad, not bad, very good."

Mr. Yang was surprised by Mu Feng's words, and then asked Mu He to write.

I originally thought that my brother's words were so good-looking, and my brother's words must be better, but after reading Mu He's crooked and distorted words, they were almost a ball of ink......

Although I recognized these two words as 'Mu He', I ......

"Well, it's good to be able to write your own name."

Although it is not as amazing as Mu Feng gave him, it is already very good compared to people who can't even write their names.

Mu He was very embarrassed, his face was flushed, if there was no comparison of his brother's pearl and jade in front of him, he would be very satisfied if he could get a good sentence from Mr., but with his brother's words, his words were really hard to see and die!

Next, Mr. Yang told them about the books to be prepared for the private school, and he bought them himself, and the first one was a thousand-character text.

After learning the thousand-character text and having a certain literary foundation, I will learn the three-character classic and the hundred family names later.

These Mu Li have already understood.

At home, there are only 1,000 characters and 100 family names, and there is no three-character scripture.

After paying the private school fee, Mu Li took the two of them to the town to buy reading utensils.

At this time, when the school was about to start, there were many people in the bookstore, all of them were adults with children, and Mu Li's three children were quite rare.

It was the first time that Mu He came to this kind of place where only scholars would come, and in his eyes before, it was a place of the Holy Spirit and unattainable.

It's so cramped, I don't know where to put my hands and feet.

And he couldn't understand what they were written and what they were called.

Compared with Mu Feng's freedom, he was very ashamed, and he regretted a little in his heart that he agreed to go to private school, he was not this material at all.

"Big brother, go pick a pen."

Mu Li also saw Mu He's crampedness in books, and knew that he couldn't read these words, so he asked him to choose a pen.

"Sister, I'll help my eldest brother choose." Mu Feng said.

Mu Li nodded, and then the two went to the pen area.