Mr. Zhang didn't speak, turned around and took out a book from the shelf, opened it and put it in front of Bai Mingcheng.

"This is Fang An's copy," he pointed to the book, "Look at it." ”

Bai Mingcheng's fingers gently stroked it and looked at it carefully.

The handwriting in the book does not have many characteristics, but it is clear and neat, white and black, and it is a dignified block letter.

Looking at the handwriting I wrote again, it can be regarded as clear and neat, but the comparison shows a bit of childishness.

Now he understood what Mr. Zhang meant, and couldn't help covering his face with shame, "Mr. Zhang, I understand, I'...... Sorry to bother you. ”

Then he shook it again, and said with a flushed face: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your advice, the kid will study with an open mind in the future." ”

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything, put the book away, turned to look at Bai Mingcheng, there was a trace of satisfaction hidden in his eyes, but he just waved his hand casually and said:

"It's good to know, it's good for young people to think about coming out to make money to subsidize their families, but they also have to see if they have the ability."

Bai Mingcheng's face was full of shame, and he hurriedly pulled Fang An away.

After recovering from his shame, he couldn't help but be curious, Fang An's family was very poor, how could he write such a good handwriting?

You must know that practicing calligraphy is the most waste of paper and pen, the most expensive thing, poor families have no money to buy enough paper and pen to practice calligraphy, and there are few calligraphers.

Thinking about it in my heart, I couldn't help but ask.

Fang An didn't have the idea of hiding his selfishness, "I don't have much paper, I usually take a brush and dip it in water, practice calligraphy on a dry bluestone slab, and wait for it to dry before writing, maybe it's like this." ”

Saying that, he was a little embarrassed, "But I'm also a side road, if you want to practice words, you should still use paper and pen, and the words you write in this way can't compare to Ziming them." ”

Bai Mingcheng shook his head and said, "Don't be humble, I can't think of such a good method, or you are smart." ”

The evening light illuminated the brush in Bai Mingcheng's hand clearly, the hair of the nib was uneven, and the barrel was also worn.

This is the brush that Bai Mingcheng used when he first entered school, the cheapest pen he bought at the bookstore in Taoxi Town, and now it is very worn out and cannot be written on paper.

The brush was dipped in water in a bamboo tube, and then the pen was lifted on the bluestone slab and the calligraphy was practiced.

The bluestone slab under the eaves has been beaten by wind and rain for hundreds of years, and the surface has become smooth and smooth, and the dry stone surface shows different colors when it is stained with water, which is very clear.

Today's refusal of the shopkeeper was like a slap in the face, which imprinted a mark of shame in his heart, and he must work hard to practice calligraphy and go to the bookstore again in the future, so that he can see that he is not worse than others.

He sat on the bench and was engrossed in practicing calligraphy on the stone slab in front of him, not even knowing that Bai Mingxuan was standing behind him.

Bai Mingxuan quietly watched him write a whole stone slab before speaking: "Are you practicing calligraphy?" ”

He was startled by the sudden voice, and when he turned around and saw that it was Bai Mingxuan, he frowned and shouted: "What are you doing sneaky!" ”

"How can I be sneaky, it's you who write too seriously." Bai Mingxuan approached with a smile, "Brother, your handwriting is so good, teach me too!" ”

Seeing Bai Mingcheng practicing calligraphy here, she realized that she couldn't write calligraphy.

It will be embarrassing if you encounter an occasion where you need to write in the future.

Although people in this era generally believed that it was useless for anyone else to learn literacy and writing except for those who took the imperial examination, Bai Mingxuan subconsciously thought that he should learn this.

"Go away, don't get in my way." Bai Mingcheng waved his hand, moved a place, changed a stone slab and continued to practice calligraphy.

"You just teach me," Bai Mingxuan didn't give up, "Otherwise, I will only write with a stick in the future, what a shame!" ”

Seeing that Bai Mingcheng didn't react, she continued: "I can write with a stick, of course, I will also write with a brush, but when others look at it and ask who taught it, you will be the one who will be embarrassed." ”

The brush dipped in water paused before continuing to write.

The slate is just on the shady side, avoiding the blazing evening sun, lukewarm, the light is just right, and it is best to practice calligraphy here at this time.

"Alas, if you don't want to teach me how to write calligraphy, forget it." Bai Mingxuan sighed, "Anyway, I can write, and it's enough for others to recognize the words I write, even if others say that my words are like dogs, I don't care." ”

He finally stopped his pen, turned his head, frowned and stared at Bai Mingxuan, his face full of disgust, "You...... Come here, I'll teach you how to write! ”

"Brother is so nice!" Bai Mingxuan succeeded and walked over with a smile.

It just so happened that the slate on which he was writing just now had dried, and Bai Mingcheng wrote on it to demonstrate, "To write well, you must first learn to hold a pen, you see my posture of holding the pen......"

Bai Mingxuan listened carefully, she had learned a little soft pen calligraphy in the calligraphy class held by the school before, and she still knew how to hold the pen, but then it was too time-consuming to practice calligraphy, so she gave up, so she never learned how to write calligraphy.

She only writes with a brush, which she will have to learn seriously, unless she invents hard-pen calligraphy one day.

I don't know if there were fountain pens in this era......

"Do you understand?" After Bai Mingcheng finished speaking, he found that she seemed to be distracted, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, I see, I see." Bai Mingxuan hurriedly replied.

"Okay, then you can try to hold a pen and write two words." He handed the brush to Bai Mingxuan.

I have to say that although Bai Mingcheng's brother has a bad personality, once he agrees to something, he will be serious and responsible for doing it well, and he is still very competent to be a temporary gentleman.

He took the pen, dipped it in water, and wrote a crooked word on the slate.

"No, your handwriting is too ugly." Bai Mingcheng took back the pen in disgust, "You take a good look at how I wrote." ”

He explained while demonstrating, and after writing, he handed the pen to Bai Mingxuan.

Bai Mingxuan regrouped his spirit, imitated his pen movement method, and the words he wrote really looked a lot better.

This gave her a lot of confidence and she decided that she must learn to write with a brush seriously.

The two of them taught one by one, and they were so involved that they didn't even notice Bai Da standing behind them.

"Xuanxuan, are you writing and playing with your brother?" Bai laughed and looked at the two of them and said.

"yes, Daddy." Bai Mingxuan turned around and said, "I'm learning to write with my brother, and my brother's handwriting is very good." ”

When Bai Mingcheng heard this, he thought of being told in front of him today that he couldn't write well, and he was immediately ashamed: "Write seriously, don't talk!" ”

"Mingcheng, speak well," Bai Da was a little unhappy when he heard it, "Don't murder my sister." ”

Bai Mingcheng came back to his senses from his shame and said, "Yes, Daddy, I will pay attention to it in the future." ”

After saying that, I buried my head in writing again.

Looking at such a harmonious picture of the brother and sister, Bai Da nodded with satisfaction and entered the house with a smile.

When Bai Da left, Bai Mingcheng took the pen and said: "I'll learn this today, I'm going to practice calligraphy, don't make any trouble with me here." ”

won the opportunity to learn to write calligraphy, Bai Mingxuan was already satisfied, anyway, he was not in a hurry to practice calligraphy at this time, so he left here happily.

She had more important things to do.

......

The sun was setting in the west, and from a neatly furnished room came the suppressed cry of a woman.

"Again?" The woman outside the house whispered to her with her mouth.

"It's a dead daughter, how can you not be sad?" Fei Juan whispered back.

"Hey, if you want me to say, it's just a daughter, even if our daughter is expensive, it's not as good as a son, it's a big deal to have another one in the future, as for crying like a dead father?" The woman pursed her lips disapprovingly.

"Be quiet!" Yujuan looked into the room vigilantly, "Don't let her hear what you say, she's sad now, if she hears it and wants to make you angry, others won't dare to help you." ”

"Cut, I'm still afraid of her? She died of a daughter, and now there is only one son left, who is afraid of whom. He said it, but he didn't continue to talk about it, and changed the subject.