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"I've only graduated for two years, and I haven't forgotten what I learned before, so I'm learning faster. You have graduated for so many years, you must have forgotten about it, our foundation is different, and the progress must be different. But your speed is already very good, you must know that this is the content that people have to learn for a year, you don't have to rush, just take your time, the time is still long! Xie Xiaonian was afraid that Xu Zhongjun would be discouraged, so he said comfortingly.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a scholar in her previous life, and now she still has the memory of the original owner, she might have caught up with Xu Zhongjun's learning progress.

"yes, I know." Xu Zhongjun nodded and said.

However, being compared to his daughter-in-law like this, Xu Zhongjun still felt very shameless, and he had to study harder.

Xie Xiaonian and Xu Zhongjun's serious study also made Pancake and Heping more enthusiastic about learning.

"Our handwriting is too bad, this will affect the results, I remember that our dad writes well, and can also write calligraphy, just from tomorrow, let's follow our dad to practice calligraphy!"

Xie Xiaonian said seriously while checking Xu Zhongjun and Heping's homework.

"You guys practice, I'll forget it, my current words are all formed, and it's too late to practice words! As long as the questions are answered correctly, it doesn't matter what the words are written. Xu Zhongjun refused.

"It doesn't matter what is the right answer, the word is the façade of the person, do you know, if you are neat and tidy, the font is neat, the impression left on the teacher will definitely not be less, if you write the teacher can't understand, no matter how correct the writing is, it is not in vain! And it's never too late to practice calligraphy, and some people start practicing when they're old, how? Don't you dare? Afraid of difficulties? Xie Xiaonian asked rhetorically.

As far as the words written by Xu Zhongjun are like chicken paws scratching, they need to be practiced the most.

I don't know how others can understand the combat reports he usually writes.

"Who is afraid of difficulties, am I that kind of person! Practice and practice! ”

Although Xu Zhongjun knew that his daughter-in-law was using the radical method, he still said so.

After all, even if he doesn't agree now, his daughter-in-law has a way to make him agree.

"Dad, I remember that your handwriting is good, how about we have time to practice with you in the future?" When eating breakfast the next morning, Xie Xiaonian said to Luo Changsong.

"Okay, it just so happens that I'm not usually busy, so I can find something to do, who of you want to learn, I'll prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for you!" Luo Changsong said happily.

"I'll learn from Zhongjun and Apple, and if it's pancakes, I'll learn it when he grows up and has the strength in his hands." Xie Xiaonian happily continued.

"That's okay, then I'll let the guards prepare things during the day today, and we'll start learning tonight." Luo Changsong said happily.

He still learned calligraphy in college, and when he was usually fine, he learned it from a teacher at school, but he didn't expect that he would one day be someone else's calligraphy teacher.

"No need, Dad, how can we practice calligraphy and let you pay for us to buy something, you tell me where to buy it, I'll just buy it myself this morning!" Xie Xiaonian answered directly.

They still have to practice calligraphy in the space at night, and it is not enough to buy less.

"I'll ask the guards to buy it, the children are still so young, you can't leave!"

"It's okay, Dad, I'll just ask Aunt Li to help me watch for a while, and I haven't been to the county for a long time, and I want to go shopping!" Xie Xiaonian said insistently.

"Okay then, I'll write you the address in a moment!" Luo Changsong said helplessly.

Xie Xiaonian hadn't been to the county for nearly 4 months, and he originally thought that he would finally come out and have a good walk around the county, but as soon as he bought the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, he hadn't started to wander around, Xie Xiaonian remembered the children at home, especially Tangyuan, who couldn't leave her at all.

Xiao Nian was worried that if he didn't go home, Tang Yuan would make a lot of trouble, so he immediately lost his interest in shopping and took the car back to the army depressed.

"Dad, let's start practicing calligraphy!" As soon as he finished eating in the evening, Xie Xiaonian cleaned up the table and said impatiently.

"Okay, where are you practicing?"

"In the study, I've already cleaned up!" When Xie Xiaonian is free in the afternoon, he has been tidying up his study and striving to give everyone a good environment for practicing calligraphy.

"Okay, let's go, let's start practicing!" Luo Changsong nodded and said.

"This table is not big, if you sit side by side, it may not be enough, I thought that Apple and I practiced here, and the loyal army practiced opposite, in this way, as long as an inkstone was placed in the middle, it would be more convenient and trouble-free, Dad, what do you think?" After entering the study, Xie Xiaonian told Luo Changsong about his plans.

"I think it's okay, then let's start honing the ink now." Luo Changsong nodded back.

"Okay, then I'll start grinding the ink."

After speaking, Xie Xiaonian added a little water to the inkstone, grabbed the low end of the ink strip, and began to grind it quickly in the inkstone.

When Xie Xiaonian was in elementary school in the previous world, although he had learned to write big characters, he bought ready-made ink at that time, and he had never polished the ink himself at all, so when Xie Xiaonian sharpened the ink, he completely relied on his own feelings.

Luo Changsong looked at Xiao Nian's method of grinding ink, frowned, and did not speak.

When Xie Xiaonian splashed the ink everywhere and his hands were full of ink, Luo Changsong said: "Your method of grinding ink is not right, you see, the ink is splashed everywhere, the table and hands are dirty, and the ink that is ground out like this is not fine, when you write, it will definitely not be smooth, if you want to write good words, the first one must grind out good ink." ”

"Grinding ink should use water, do not use boiling water or tea, when grinding ink, the index finger should be placed on the top of the ink strip, the thumb and middle finger should be clamped on both sides of the ink strip, when grinding it should be light, when pressing it a little heavier, when grinding the ink, let the ink strip tilt, to force evenly, grind slowly, the ink will be coarse, and the shade will be uneven."

After speaking, Luo Changsong began to explain to the three of them and demonstrate the method of grinding ink.

After Luo Changsong grinded out a lot of ink, but it didn't splash a drop on the table, Xie Xiaonian couldn't help but sigh, he was really knowledgeable everywhere.

"Grandpa, the ink stinks!" When Xie Xiaonian was sighing in his heart, he heard the pancake cover his nose and say.

"You've just come into contact with it, and you haven't gotten used to it, but when you get used to it, you don't think it stinks, but you think it's ink." Luo Changsong said with a smile.

"Anyway, I think it stinks, I don't want to stay here, I'm going back to the house to sleep, Mom, I'm going to sleep." Pancake covered his nose and shook his head.

"Xiao Nian, you go and coax the pancakes to sleep first, and then let's start practicing calligraphy later." Although it is important to practice calligraphy, it is more important for children.

"Okay, then I'll go and put the pancakes to bed first, and then we'll start again after we've cleaned up the kids."

Xie Xiaonian put the pancakes into the quilt and lay down, and saw that the other three children were still sleeping and did not wake up, so he went to practice calligraphy with peace of mind.

When Xie Xiaonian walked into the study, he saw that there were already several blank pieces of paper on the table full of radicals.

"Now that you have just started to practice calligraphy, you must start by copying the radicals, and when you have written the radicals, we will start to write the complete characters." Luo Changsong said.

"Okay, isn't it just a comparison? I'm good at this." Xie Xiaonian said confidently.

However, her self-confidence did not last long before it was crushed.

Because she is usually used to hard pens and pencils, she suddenly picked up this soft brush, and she couldn't use it.

It's obviously compared to what her father wrote, but it's still very ugly.

Because Heping doesn't know how to write, and he hasn't formed his own habits, he can draw it better than Xiao Nian's.

And Xu Zhongjun has a lot of guns, his wrists are more powerful, and he can control the brush better, so his writing is also very good.

This Xie Xiaonian is the worst among these people.

Xie Xiaonian looked at the copying of the other two and pouted depressedly.

She still learned calligraphy when she was in elementary school, although it was only a mandatory requirement of the school at that time, she only coped with homework, and did not write very seriously, but losing to two people who had never touched a brush was too depressing for her.

"This is the first time you have written, it is already very good to be able to write like this, practicing calligraphy is expensive in perseverance, and it will be good to practice for a long time."

Luo Changsong saw that Xiao Nian was pouting and looked a little unhappy, so he said comfortingly.

"Well, I'm sure I'll write it seriously, and I'm going to write better than both of them when the time comes." Xie Xiaonian said angrily.

"Well, ambitious! Worthy of being my daughter! Luo Changsong said with a smile.

"Apple, you just stop and rest, you're too young to write too long at a time." After Luo Changsong finished speaking, he said to Heping who was shaking his arm next to him.

"But I haven't written enough!" He said reluctantly.

"That's not good, you're still young, you can't practice for too long, otherwise you'll have a sore arm tomorrow and can't hold a pen, if you really can't do it, you just stand aside and watch your parents practice." Luo Changsong said insistently.

"Okay, then I won't write it, I'll write it tomorrow."

"Dad, you go back to sleep first, it's almost eight o'clock now, it's almost nine o'clock, you should also rest, I and the loyal army will practice by ourselves." Xie Xiaonian saw that the time was not early, so he said to Luo Changsong.

"Okay, then I'll go back first, you can practice for a while and go to bed quickly, practicing calligraphy is not in a hurry." Luo Changsong was indeed a little sleepy, so he instructed.

"I know, Dad, don't worry, we'll sleep later." Xie Xiaonian nodded and said.

After sending Luo Changsong upstairs, the family went directly into the space.

After entering the space, Xie Xiaonian did not go to rest after practicing for a while as she just said, but kept practicing calligraphy there, she didn't believe that she was a scholar, and she would be worse than Peace and Loyalty, which was too shameless.