After more than two years, Zhang Han has preliminarily confirmed that he has not become a Zenith star, he should still live on the earth, located in China, and if he is specific, he can basically be determined to be in Shandong Province - he was a native of Shandong in his previous life, and his words are different at this time, but everyone is still familiar with the voice of Qilu.

The time is ancient, not the Manchu Qing Dynasty, nor the Mengyuan Dynasty, roughly speaking, it should be the Han Dynasty, and the specifics are not determined by his barren historical knowledge. Until, he heard that familiar name.

It all started from the beginning.

"Spring is not a day to read,

It's a hot summer day just to sleep;

There are mosquitoes in autumn and cold in winter,

Pack your bookcase for the New Year. ”

The autumn sun is shining, the shadows of the trees outside the window are swaying, a few white fruit trees are luxuriant, covering the sky, the sun shines on the leaves, the green is green, the yellow is golden, and the colorful light passes through the horizontal branches and leaves, sprinkled on the ground, the wall and the house, mottled and mottled. It's the leafy season, and it's not long before we're on the way to fall.

Zhang Han knelt in front of the low table by the window, his posture was upright, calm and calm, his left hand gently stroked the paper spread on the table, and his right hand held a small and delicate brush, which never fell for a long time. The paper is pale yellow in color, slightly rough on the paper, and criss-crossing fiber fibers are faintly visible. The pen was clearly custom-made, half the size of a regular brush. However, it was still a little reluctant to hold it in his chubby little hands.

It seems that he is practicing calligraphy, but Zhang Han's mind is no longer here, muttering limericks in his heart, and yawning in his mouth. The breeze brings a trace of coolness, the swaying leaves are sizzling, and the annoying ones know and "know", "know" and shout non-stop, what a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, such a weather is not good to sleep in, what words to practice?

"Smack", a sinful jade hand descended from the sky and struck on his huge head with unmistakable accuracy, "What are you doing?" Be attentive in what you do! ”

Zhang Han threw down the brush, turned around and hugged Zhang Wang, "Mother~ Don't hit your head, it's good, you'll be stupid~" - his coquettish skills are already very proficient, and he is becoming more and more like a child.

"It's just that you're stupid, you're smart enough," Zhang Wang chuckled, rubbing his jet-black hair.

Zhang Han is 'gifted and intelligent', and Zhang Wang naturally has high hopes for him. By chance, she discovered that her baby could remember words at the age of a few months, and Zhang Wang consciously made an attempt, which achieved great success and quickly turned into formal education.

To be honest, literacy is not a problem for Zhang Han. Modern China learns simplified characters, but simplified characters themselves are evolved from traditional characters, and are inextricably linked with traditional characters. Zhang Han also reads martial arts novels and knows a lot of traditional characters, simple traditional characters, even if he doesn't know them, he can guess them. Although he also deliberately concealed it, he lacked the knowledge of infant growth and had no experience, so he only ended up with a lot of flaws.

By the time he was one year old, Zhang Wang knew that the baby had known hundreds of words. Since then, the situation has been out of control. Zhang Wang's laughter and play were more and more educational.

Zhang Han is quite attached to Zhang Wang's family, has the intention to please him, but also impatient to practice for a long time, every time but the learning has been in an instant, and he will not forget it for a long time (it would have been), Zhang Wang's family is even more interested when he sees it, and the daily lessons are increasing day by day. Unconsciously, when Zhang Han was two years old, he had learned as many as five or six thousand words, and basically completed his primary education.

Writing is the face of a reader, and in all exams, a good handwriting will always have an advantage. Therefore, in these studies arranged by Zhang Wang, the practice of calligraphy has become an important link. Of course, this is also the part that Zhang Han is most unwilling to accept. In all the other things, Zhang Han can rely on the old book of his previous life to cheat, but it will not work when practicing calligraphy.

Zhang Han also learned calligraphy in his previous life, and practiced for nearly ten years, and has a little foundation. However, the ancients practiced calligraphy and today's people practiced calligraphy, and their attitudes were completely different. For the ancients, writing calligraphy is a compulsory course, and the exam must be examined, and you can apply what you have learned, very attentively; In the eyes of today's people, calligraphy is an optional content, cultivating sentiment, and generally cannot be used. The key to whether a thing can be done well often lies in whether the parties are attentive.

Therefore, there are all kinds of convenient conditions for emptiness - such as countless famous calligraphy on the Internet, Zhang Han's calligraphy is still far from being comparable to that of the ancients. Not only is it not as good as his mother Zhang Wang, but even his father Zhang He's handwriting is much better than him.

Zhang Han put up a desperate resistance. At the moment, many of his ideas are still in modern times, and he does not realize the importance of calligraphy at this time, thinking that it has little meaning - just writing, almost enough. However, seeing that his ass was about to be beaten again, he still gave in.

Mother is mother, he has basically accepted it, but he has been in his thirties in his two lives, and he was spanked by a twenty-something, he really can't afford to lose that person, this kind of thing, once it is already too much, no one wants to come a second time.

However, Zhang Hanxin was forced to practice calligraphy, and as a matter of course, he carried out a non-violent non-cooperation movement - seizing every favorable opportunity to passively slack off. Every time he was caught, he also excused himself for various reasons.

Speaking of which, Zhang Han's words are still good in modern society. Although he is mainly a book, he has some knowledge of official books. Han Li is an octant, which is different from modern Lishu, but it is always about the same, and he gets started quickly.

Zhang Wang praised him very much for making such progress in a 'short period of time', thinking that he had an extraordinary talent in this area. As a result, the requirements have risen and become more and more stringent. Fortunately, this standard is always for beginners, and Zhang Han can still cope with it with his old book.

For his lazy behavior, Zhang Wang sometimes turned a blind eye and let him get through in the dark. However, this is not a good habit, and Zhang Wang has long wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Mother's words are beautiful and beautiful, stretching and elegant, and the wind is fluttering......"

Zhang Han slapped his ass, and then offered the old excuse.

"But it's too charming, too delicate, I'm a dignified man, what does it look like to write such a stroke......"

Zhang Wang looked at Zhang Han with a smile and shook his head.

"......, your father's handwriting is neat and rigorous, but the form is not as good as mine, isn't it?"

“……”

Zhang Han felt a pang in his heart, and the secret way was not good, but these were his usual excuses, and he couldn't say the word "no" no matter what.

"Huh? Why don't you speak? ”

Zhang Wang's jade fingers were slender, and he hated Zhang Han's big head. Zhang Wang's smiled and groaned, but he exerted strength in his hand, and the finger poked Zhang Han's forehead, causing his big head to swing back and forth, like a lotus flower in the wind.

Zhang Han was angry in his heart, and wanted to open his mouth to bite, but the situation was unfavorable, retreat first, and then talk about it, it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

"Mother, I want to change my clothes" - this is the ultimate escape method in Qimen Dunjia: urine escape.

"Okay, do you want me to go with you?" Zhang Wang was already on guard and asked with a smile.

"No need...... This, men and women don't give ...... kiss", Zhang Han had a bitter face as if he had eaten a yellow lotus, a trivial matter, don't be so serious!

"The child's family, what kind of man is it, what do you want!" Zhang Wang was very resolute.

The green muscles were beating, and Zhang Han was touched to the sore spot - he was no longer a man, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "No need......"

"I want ~~!" Looking at Zhang Han's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Wang's mood was very good, and his smile was even brighter.

…… (In the number of deceptive words)

[Be kind, read a book and smash the ticket]