Ruixue honestly knelt in the chair, writing carefully, and worked every stroke. But my hands are really sore. She looked depressedly at the dim sum not far away, pursed her lips, threw the pen on the table angrily, and threw herself on the food.

"Who told you to eat? Finished writing? ”

Zhao Xi didn't raise his head and said, he wrote on the rice paper one by one, and the ink was instantly absorbed by the paper, and the upright small block was presented on the paper.

Ruixue pinched the snack but didn't dare to put it in her mouth, squeaking and not daring to speak.

"Since you haven't finished writing, why don't you write it?"

"I don't write anymore, I've been writing for two days, and I still can't write well. That Yongzi is so difficult, and I always can't write the last two strokes. Ruixue said deflated.

Zhao Xihou stopped his hand and glanced at the few pieces of paper that Rui Xue was writing: "Not only did you write badly in the last two strokes, but you didn't write all of them well." ”

Hearing Zhao Xihou say that he didn't do well, Rui Xue rushed to him and shouted: "How is it possible, I wrote according to your handwriting, it's all the same." ”

Zhao Xihou put the words of himself and Ruixue together, and asked her to come over and see: "Can it be the same?" Your words are fluttering, how can you call them the same? ”

"No. It took a lot of effort for me to write, but it was still like that. What can I do, it's obviously a matter of this one. ”

Zhao Xihou didn't pay attention to Rui Xue's words at all, and untied the cloth bag on his wrist and tied it on Rui Xue's wrist: "I think you can tie this too." ”

Ruixue tried to move her wrist, but she felt heavy, and she couldn't move when she pressed on her wrist for half a minute: "It's so heavy, how can you write?" ”

Zhao Xihou found another cloth bag and asked Rui Xue to tie it on his wrist: "Only in this way can your words take root on paper." Write well, or I won't give it back to you. ”

"......" Rui Xue tilted her head to look at Zhao Xihou, and suddenly smiled, "Third Young Master, aren't you uncomfortable in your throat?" Why are you still talking to me so much? ”

Zhao Xi pulled Ruixue's pigtails angrily, and said with a straight face: "I'll teach you again, if you can't write well, I'll hit your palm." ”

Carried Rui Xue back to the chair and sat down, and taught Rui Xue to write the word "Yong" hand in hand: "Let the palm be as empty as holding an egg." In other words, the pen looks like a chicken in your hand. The middle finger is on the outside of the pen for the inner hook, and the inner hook of your Yongzi is not well written, that is, your middle finger is not used well, and you should use the ring finger and the little finger when extrapolating.

Hold on to the pen in your hand. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a person named Wang Xianzhi, when he was writing, someone jerked his pen from behind, and he couldn't pull it out. When you write, it's not your hands, it's your wrists, or your fingers will cramp sooner rather than later.

The most difficult thing about Yongzi is the last two strokes, click it first, and then skim it; Then there is the squeeze, remember to lift it back, it is a light lift. Got it? ”

Rui Xue nodded, looked at Zhao Xihou's last beautiful "pinch", and practiced it a few more times, but still felt that the difference was very far away.

"No, I can't write it. Third Young Master, change the word and tell me to write! ”

"Take your time, it's always written. Didn't you say you were going to help me copy the book? I can't write well, how can I help me? ”

Ruixue shook her head and pleaded, "It's really not good. I was itchy all over my body and my head was dizzy. ”

"If you don't write, then I'll—" Zhao Xihou raised his eyebrows, leaned into Ruixue's ear, and whispered three words in her ear.

When Rui Xue heard this, tears suddenly filled her eyes, she glanced at Zhao Xihou fiercely, and also sang out the tears by the way.

Where did Zhao Xihou think that she would cry, and immediately hurriedly wiped Ruixue's tears: "Good crying guy, don't cry!" I'm talking about it. ”

Rui Xue didn't listen to him at all, knocked off his hand to wipe his tears, touched his tears with his hands, practiced on the paper angrily, and cried while writing, the tears soon wet the paper, the ink quickly dissolved, and the handwriting was suddenly blurred.

Thinking that such a word would be ruined, Rui Xue hurriedly put down the pen in her hand and wiped the water stains on the paper with her hand, but the paper was still ruined.

"Wow!"

Ruixue simply let go and began to cry. Another word was ruined, and she wrote one easily, and when did she have to write a hundred words a day.

"What's going on?" Rong Yue, who came in with a food box, asked suspiciously when she saw Ruixue crying in the house.

Zhao Xihou looked at Ruixue, who was still wiping her tears, and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just that the words are ruined." What's good to eat at night? ”

"It's lung soup." Rongyue put out the dinner and said to Ruixue, "You don't go back soon, the person who delivered the food just now asked, saying that Chef Wang asked when you would go back." ”

When Rui Xue heard this, she ran out without even holding a pen and paper.

Rongyue hurriedly chased after Ruixue and shouted, "Don't run, be careful of falling." I'm going to have someone take you back? By the way, go back and tell your father that the third young master was already a little coughing, and asked him to send a cup of lily white fungus soup. ”

Ruixue just hummed and ran away. She never went into the third young master's house again, she was always asked to write, and she had to write so many times; He also said those three words, what a big bad guy!

Rongyue looked at Ruixue who ran out, and said suspiciously, "What's wrong with her?" Why is the gas so great? ”

Zhao Xihou ignored her, took a sip of soup, and praised it repeatedly: "This soup is good, this thing is soft to eat, grandpa must love to eat it." ”

Rongyue took the chopsticks for Zhao Xihou's cloth, heard him say that the lung slice soup was good, and said with a smile: "My good young master, this lung slice is not a good thing, how can it become good in your mouth." ”

*

Ruixue, who rushed to the kitchen panting, hugged Wang Jiuzhi's legs and hummed: "Daddy, I don't want to write, my hands are so sore." But then I found that there were still many people in the kitchen, so I hurriedly let go of my hands and stood up.

Wang Jiuzhi flicked water, washed the ink on Ruixue's hands, and said with a smile: "Didn't you argue for the third young master to ask you to write before?" Why don't you want to? ”

Rui Xue rolled up her sleeves and revealed the cloth bag on her wrist: "But the third young master asked me to write a hundred words, and asked me to tie this, it's so heavy, I can't even lift my hands, how can I write." My hands are sore now. ”

Wang Jiuzhi helped Rui Xue untie the cloth bag, and checked it, knowing that the iron sand was used to practice the strength of his wrists: "Didn't you listen to the old lady tell the story of the iron pestle grinding into a needle?" If you want to do good, you have to work hard. Just like today's bowl of lung soup, you have to wash your lungs first, and then boil the wine for a day and a night. ”

Rui Xue climbed on the stool and sat down honestly, watched Wang Jiu take the soup with his fingers, and couldn't wait to take a sip: "It's so fresh!" ”

Zhao Yuan raised his face from the bowl, gave a thumbs up to Wang Jiu and said, "Master Wang, you are really good at kung fu, I can't work there for half a day for this pig's lung, I don't have your patience." ”

"Without that half-day effort, this soup wouldn't taste like this."

Lao Zhao Shan said with some concern: "Wang Jiuzhi, this pig's lung is the lowest thing, you send it to the third young master to eat, will it make trouble again later?" ”

Rui Xue hurriedly said: "Sister Rongyue said just now, the third young master coughed, let Daddy make a cup of lily white fungus soup." ”

Wang Jiuzhi took a bite of food and shook his head: "Pig lungs are good for coughing." The third young master doesn't have a good voice, and eating this soup is better than eating that lily white fungus soup. ”

Zhao Yuan said a little strangely: "What's the matter, pig lungs can still cure coughs?" In that case, the pharmacy won't be closed yet! ”

His words immediately resonated with the people who ate in the kitchen.

"It's in the medicine book. However, because pig lungs are difficult to wash and rarely used, if they are not washed clean, they will not achieve the original effect, but will be harmful to people. ”

Zhao Yuan seemed to have some understanding, and suddenly patted his thigh and said: "Yesterday, Hu Butcher still pulled me and said, Master Wang didn't know what was wrong, so he had to ask him to bring more than a dozen fresh pig lungs." I also wonder that it turned out to be for this. Ah! You must not tell the Hu butcher who sells the pig's head, otherwise the pig's lungs will be paid in the future. ”

The kitchen people laughed when he said that.

"Master Wang, there are still more than a dozen pig lungs, tomorrow you can make some more for us to drink, I haven't drunk it yet!"

"Yes." Zhao Yuan answered, "I haven't even eaten a piece of pig lung, and I don't know what that thing tastes like." ”

Wang Jiu pointed and said, "It's all cooked." ”

Zhao Yuan didn't believe it: "How is it possible?" The old lady, the third young master, and the fifth girl only have a few slices in the soup bowl. Isn't it? ”

Zhao Yuan was a little frightened by his thoughts, and he opened his eyes and stared at Wang Jiuzhi, who was eating slowly.

"What is it?" The other people listened to this half-talk, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Yuan to let him continue.

Zhao Yuan said intermittently: "It's all boiled to such a small point? ”

Those who thought that Zhao Yuan could say something, when they heard Zhao Yuan say this, they all scoffed, and only said that he was talking nonsense.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jiuzhi admitted: "It's just to take the wine and roll it for a day and a night, and cook it to the size of magnolia slices." ”

Mrs. Zhang smacked her lips and said, "No wonder Master Wang said that you are good at craftsmanship and always think about it." There's nothing to say about which girl marries you. ”

Wang Jiuzhi smiled slightly and didn't speak, but carefully helped Rui Xue clean the fish bones and dipped them in fish soup to feed her.

"Master Wang, you might as well think about it. Ruixue is only six years old, how can she do without a mother when she is older? You are young and strong, and you have a good craft, and many people will come to you at any time. ”

Zhao Yuan smiled and picked up: "Or Sister Si'er!" Ruixue was brought up by her since she was a child, and the fourth sister is also ......"

Looking at Wang Jiuzhi's sinking face, Zhao Yuan hurriedly stopped his mouth, and had to watch Wang Jiuzhi's father and daughter eat a good meal and go out with Ruixue in his arms.

When he arrived at the door, he bumped into Si'er who was about to come in, and Wang Jiuzhi looked at Si'er in amazement.

There was a burst of laughter from the kitchen, but it soon stopped abruptly.

"I ...... I got it...... Dine. "This is still after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Si'er saw Wang Jiuzhi for the first time, and with the last incident, she did everything possible to cover Wang Jiuzhi's face, for fear of something. I didn't expect to bump into each other today.

Rui Xue greeted her with a smile and said sweetly: "Fourth aunt, the pork lung soup that Daddy made today is delicious, you have to eat more." ”

Wang Jiuzhi also smiled and said, "Exactly." These days are dry, and drinking some pig lung soup also clears the lungs. ”

Si'er nodded in a panic, glanced at Wang Jiuzhi secretly, and saw that he was looking at him, so he retracted his gaze and hurriedly drilled into the kitchen.

Rui Xue looked at Si'er in a panic with some puzzlement, then looked at Wang Jiuzhi, saw that her father was still looking at her lovingly, and smiled happily: "Daddy, go back and teach me to write the word 'Yong'." I can't write the last stroke. The third young master said that writing should be strong, and said that it was not the strength of the hand, and said that the hand should hold the pen tightly, and if someone draws the pen, he can't ask others to pull it away. I don't understand anything. ”

"Daddy's handwriting is not good, how to teach you, you write it yourself according to what the third young master wrote to you, ask again tomorrow, and one day you can write it well."

*

Pig lung soup: out of the Qing Yuan Mei "Suiyuan Food List". The original text is as follows, remove the coating as the first, knock it out, hang it upside down, and cut the film with a pipe, and the work is the finest. Roll it with wine for a day and a night, and the lungs shrink like a piece of white hibiscus floating in the soup noodles, and then add seasonings, and the mouth is like mud.

The "Compendium of Materia Medica" says that pig lungs are sweet in taste, slightly cold, can tonify the lungs, treat lung deficiency cough, and treat lung deficiency and cough up blood. But it is required to be cleaned, or ...... The consequences are terrible.

It's really hard to wash pig lungs. When I used to live in a bungalow, my neighbors would buy pork lungs and drink soup, and I would spend a morning washing my lungs every time because pig lungs were very dirty. I remember it was as if water was poured into a pig's lungs and then slapped vigorously; There are also upside down, anyway, to wash out the dirt in the lungs. Although it was troublesome, the soup was really delicious, and the soup that came out was milky white and fragrant.

(Ask for PK tickets in February~)