During the dinner in the evening, Mrs. Lu came back with Lu Tang and Lu Qi, and their eyes were a little red and swollen.

"Third brother!"

As soon as Lu Tang entered the hall, he saw Lu San sitting upright on a chair, and couldn't help but pounce in surprise.

Lu San smiled slightly, opened his arms to catch his sister who jumped over like a kitten, although the palm of his right hand was still hanging weakly, a pair of arms tightly wrapped around her.

"You're finally out."

Lu Tang snorted and muttered a little aggrieved.

"Tang'er, come down quickly, your third brother's clothes are all wrinkled by you."

Mrs. Lu was also overjoyed, and called to Lu Tang with a smile in her mouth.

The fifth young master Lu Qi felt that he was a dignified man, and he disdained to compete with his sister for favor in the past, and stood aside with a slightly red nose looking at his third brother's silly music.

"Third brother, you've been in the study for so long, how is your writing?"

Because he was disgusted by his mother, Lu Tang could only reluctantly jump off Lu San, but he didn't sit on the side like Lu Er, Lu Si, and Lu Wu, and only half-squatted on the armrest next to Lu San's chair, holding his face and asking.

Lu Wu next to him was also curious and poked his head out.

Before Lu San could speak, Lu Yushi on the side laughed loudly, and casually instructed a second-class maid who was waiting next to him: "You go to the study and bring the words written by the third young master." ”

The maid named Xi'er nodded yes, and was about to take a step, but Lu Yushi seemed to remember something again, and then ordered.

"Let's take all the words written by the third young master."

Xi'er answered again, opened the curtain and went to the study.

"If you can't hold it alone, call a few more maids to help you deliver it together."

Seeing that Xi'er's feet had just stepped out of the threshold, Lu Yushi hurriedly added another sentence.

"Back to the master, the slaves and maids have all remembered. After a while, he will inevitably bring all the words written by the third young master, and if he can't hold it, he will ask a few more sisters to help. ”

Xi'er stepped on the house with one foot, stepped outside the door with one foot, turned around and blessed the masters in the house, and said seriously.

"Then you can go."

Seeing that this maid had a clear idea, Lu Yushi waved at her with relief.

Xi'er finally went out all the way unhindered, but the other people in the room couldn't hold it anymore and laughed out loud.

Lu Tang held his stomach and laughed, Lu Si and Lu Wu looked at each other and smiled, and even Lu Er, who was the most stable on weekdays, had a smile in his eyes.

"That girl is also a fool, and she doesn't reply impatiently when she steps on the threshold."

Mrs. Lu also laughed out of tears, and said while wiping it with a handkerchief.

Lu Yushi's face was slightly embarrassed, and he coughed lightly and said solemnly: "You should always give instructions clearly, so that people can do things." ”

After a while, the maid Xi'er returned, but empty-handed.

"Where's the third brother's banner?"

Lu Tang couldn't help but be a little anxious, and asked in his mouth.

"Back to the master, wife, young master, and miss, the third young master has written too many words to hold. I asked someone to go to the stable in the outer courtyard to borrow a cart for pushing grass, and Song Dayong, who was feeding the horses, was afraid that the cart would be lost, so I simply asked him to help push the cart. ”

Xi'er blessed everyone and replied seriously.

Sure enough, the sound of a cart came from the yard, and a man's hearty voice came.

"Sister Xi'er, where is the text on this car going to be moved?"

When they heard this, they got up and went to the door to look, and saw a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing in the courtyard in a coarse cloth short, and a small wooden and dilapidated cart was placed diagonally beside it, and it was densely covered with text banners.

That Song Dayong obviously rarely saw the masters of the Lu Mansion on weekdays, and when he suddenly saw Lu Tang and the others coming out, he couldn't help but look stunned and stunned. Then he came to his senses and bowed in a panic.

"Little Song...... Song Dayong...... To give...... To the old lady...... Few...... Miss Young Master...... Greetings, please. ”

A man with five big and three rough words, but at this time, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Lu Tang on the stairs was amused, turned his head and whispered to Pu Jia behind him: "The snowflakes in our house really fell out of the same womb as him, and they were all together." ”

It turned out that Song Dayong, who raised horses, was the brother of Xuehua, a dog and maid in Lu Tang's house.

"Hurry up."

Lu Yushi saw that Song Dayong was straightforward, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes were pleasing to the eye, but he also had a little love in his heart, so he commanded with a smile.

When Song Dayong saw the instructions of the head of the house, he got up and stood by the cart a little cramped.

"You don't need to bring up all the text panels on the car, just bring four or five of them."

Lu Yushi continued to command.

Everyone followed Song Dayong's movements, and saw that the text panels on the cart were full, and they couldn't help but be a little speechless.

"The third brother actually wrote so many words?"

Fifth Young Master Lu Qi looked at the mountain-like text panel on the cart, and said in his mouth.

That Lu Dayong took a few random words from the car, hugged them in his arms and took two steps forward, and a few maids on the side greeted him and took them, holding them in their hands and walking towards Lu Yushi and the others.

"Let's go inside and see."

Lu Yushi turned around first and said.

Everyone went into the house together, and the maids stood for a while holding the banners.

Lu Tang took a piece of writing and spread it flat on the table, only to see that it only read the line "The sword is sharpened from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", but the handwriting is crooked, as if it came from a child's pen.

Over there, Lu Si and Lu Wu also took one of their own and spread them on the table, the content was still this line, but the handwriting was very different.

The one in Lu Wu's hand was even more miserable, and the ink was crowded on the snow-white rice paper, almost making it impossible to make the handwriting indecipherable.

And the one in Lu Si's hand looks much more refreshing, although it is still not a good character, but it looks very neat.

Everyone was a little silent, and spread the remaining words on the table, only looking at the scribbled handwriting, the clear handwriting, the immature pen, and the sophisticated pen.

"These words are all written by you, third brother?"

Lu Tang's throat was slightly choked, and he turned his head to ask Lu San who was standing next to him.

"I wrote it."

Lu San nodded with a smile, stretched out his left hand and gently touched his sister's little head.

Lu Tang's eyes turned red, and tears fell: "You can practice words well in the future, why do you have to work so hard." ”

"Because the edge of the sword is sharpened."

Before Lu San could reply, the fourth young master Lu Fang, who had been silent next to him and had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps at the door, and when I opened the curtain, I saw that it was Bai Xue, the big girl waiting in the study, holding a scroll in her arms.

"This most important piece of writing was put away according to the master's instructions, but I forgot to ask Xi'er to bring it, so I hurriedly sent it."

Bai Xue walked in with a slight gasp, and said to Lu Yushi and the others.