"Oh, auntie, why are you beating me?"

An Lianggong was happy, but he was suddenly knocked by An Qing, and he was stunned. He covered his forehead and looked at An Qing aggrievedly and said.

"Stinky boy, don't think I didn't hear what you said! Don't think that you don't have to write if you don't have to go to the academy, after you have a long vacation, you can write a good story for me, at least 10,000 words a day! ”

An Qing said sternly.

Her second nephew is looking forward to the holiday, she knows it very well, and she has a deep understanding, but as an elder, even if she used to be the same, she can't indulge him too relaxed, just like many modern parents, she also buys a lot of simulation books for her children to do during the holiday.

And An Qing is the same, she thought that when her second nephew was on vacation, she would arrange for him to write a novel, and she was going to take out one of the four famous books and translate it for him. Of course, it must be her to read and An Lianggong to write.

Originally, An Qing still wanted to write it herself, but she was also afraid of writing, especially this complex ancient script.

"Auntie, can you change things? Wouldn't it be better for my brother to write? Don't you know, my brother's handwriting, which is praised even by Mr., you look for him! You look for him! ”

An Lianggong praised his eldest brother for the first time, but it was just to shirk the matter of writing.

"Auntie, let me write it!"

An Liangyou said.

He thinks that when it comes to writing, he is better!

"Well, that's fine, then you two will write a day alone! Come, take it, this is a little gift from your aunt, you have practiced, use it to write it to me in half a month! ”

An Qing took out two black ballpoint pens from her sleeve and handed them to her two nephews.

The two brothers took it and looked at it again and again with a ballpoint pen, but they couldn't understand what it was, and they could see a black thing inside it when it was transparent.

How does it feel?

Hard!

Is it a stick?

It's not like that!

You can still open it from here!

What's this pointy thing?

Yikes! It can't be a needle, right?

An Qing looked at the two nephews holding ballpoint pens, looking left and right with a very surprised look, and couldn't help but take out a pen and a piece of paper from their sleeves again, and explained to them: "This is called a ballpoint pen, you see, use it like this!" ”

So, An Qing took a ballpoint pen and explained to them the gesture of holding the pen and the strength of writing, and then took the ballpoint pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

An Liangyou and An Lianggong looked at a few words the size of a fingernail on the paper and were stunned, similar to what they usually write with an ink pen, but it didn't seem to be the same, they couldn't help but reach out and touch it, ah, dry, not a little ink black, it's amazing.

So, the two boys took a ballpoint pen to learn the method An Qing taught them, and practiced the words on the paper.

The first few words were still crooked, but under An Qing's guidance, they were finally slowly corrected.

"Well, yes, yes, Liangyou has made great progress, and Lianggong still needs to practice."

An Qing stood behind the two nephews with her hands crossed, looked at the words they wrote, and said.

The other people who had been sitting and watching were also quite curious, but they still put away their curiosity and didn't ask too much, they knew that this must be a good thing given by the gods.

Ye Mingxuan looked at his two sons writing seriously, and felt very relieved.

The eldest son is okay, this younger son is very naughty, it's useless to beat and scold, this family, it's really only his sister-in-law can control him.

It seems that in the future, I will have to let Erniu look at this kid more.