Fortunately, Li Feng was still thinking about Chen Duohai who was waiting outside, so he released Chen Ping after a while, familiarize himself with it today, and prepare paper and pen tomorrow is the most important thing.

Chen Duohai didn't know how to thank Li Feng, he thought that the other party would be able to give him a point of view regardless of his previous suspicions, and now he could still get Li Feng's guidance, his dark cheeks were red at this time, he rubbed his hands nervously, and brought Chen Ping to his side embarrassedly, "This ...... It's too much of a hassle for you. ”

Li Feng waved his hand, "It's not a big deal, besides, Chen Ping is a smart kid, I can't be happy." ”

The two were no longer polite, and said goodbye to Li Feng and rushed home.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Xiang listing the freshly chopped firewood and piling them in the corner of the courtyard, thinking that he was worried that the firewood would be wet on a rainy day.

Chen Ping wanted to step forward to help, but as soon as he picked up the firewood, he was interrupted by Xiang's anger, "Why are you doing this?" ”

"I ...... Can't move? ”

Chen Ping looked at Xiang Shi blankly, this is not what he has been doing on weekdays, why can't he do it today?

Xiang Shi took it for granted, "How can it be the same now?" You are a scholar in the family, and you hold a pen in your hand, where is you doing all this dirty work! ”

This is simply nonsense, Chen Ping looked at his father for help, hoping that he could persuade his mother well, this kind of idea is unacceptable!

But this is also Chen Ping's delusion, Chen Duohai not only didn't feel that there was a problem with Xiang's words, but nodded his head, obviously having listened to it, and then the two of them stopped him together.

Chen Ping couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, he was already a scholar before he started studying.

After eating early the next morning, Xiang took out a sewn cloth bag, which was already filled with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Although it was the second time to go to Li Feng's house, the Xiang family was still a little uneasy, and followed Chen Ping to the entrance of the neighboring village before going back alone.

Chen Ping followed the village road to find the door, and just knocked twice, the hidden courtyard door was opened by his strength.

Li Feng pulled up his trouser legs, took a hoe and turned the soil for the flowers and plants planted in the yard, and did not forget to drive the turned out earthworms to the free-range chickens in the yard.

"Scholars also work....."

Li Feng noticed the movement of the courtyard gate, and when he turned around, he heard Chen Ping's words, and he laughed, "What you kid said, why don't you study anymore?" ”

Chen Ping realized that he had said what was in his heart, and he touched his nose a little embarrassedly, "I didn't mean that." ”

Yesterday's family's actions confused him, and now seeing Li Feng's appearance, he couldn't hold back his question for a while, "Look at you like this, you don't care less with these flowers and plants on weekdays." ”

Speaking of this flower, Li Feng was not tired at all, he pointed to the orchid and said: "Just this orchid, but my heart is good, I can't be blind to its beauty." ”

"That's great!" Chen Ping smiled, "I'm still worried about how to convince my mother, but you have helped a lot." ”

"How?"

Chen Ping pointed to the chick pecking at the earthworm next to him, "I don't know where my mother got the news, I was stopped yesterday and was not allowed to do things, and said that I am a scholar, and now my husband is also taking care of the family like this, and I can be persuaded to have a reason." ”

Li Feng looked in the direction pointed by Chen Ping, but it was just something that was convenient for him, and he was stunned that Chen Ping treated it as a serious matter, and he suddenly cried and laughed, "Cheng Cheng Cheng, you are reasonable." ”

Although it was perfunctory, Chen Ping couldn't care about this, but he promised Li Feng that if Xiang Shi came to ask about it, he would have to say a word for him, but he still wanted to continue to follow Mr. to read and write.

This sentence is set together, Li Feng is not annoyed, he knocks off the mud on the hoe with his hand, and he is going to take Chen Ping into the house to study, he is so busy that he helps, Chen Ping can't study hard?

Yesterday's book was taken out again, Li Feng first read it out according to the book, and then began to explain the meaning to Chen Ping, and then asked Chen Ping to repeat it.

Chen Ping listened carefully, and the main points mentioned were all said word for word, which made Li Feng feel relieved.

Since there is no hope of being promoted, Li Feng has also taught many children over the years, but he is still the only one like Chen Ping.

Greedy for more than he could chew, Li Feng decided not to continue to teach new content, but asked Chen Ping to take out a pen and paper, first taught him how to place it, and then told him the value of this ink, paper and inkstone.

"Don't look at this paper is not as white as the book, it is enough to practice calligraphy, you are new to the pen, the pen is not stable, and it is a waste to hand over the high-quality paper to you."

Chen Ping nodded and said yes, in today's era, the production of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is already laborious, not to mention the price, it is not that his family's situation can be squandered at will, even if Li Feng doesn't say it, he is reluctant.

Follow Li Feng's movements to pick up the pen, but when it falls on the paper, this painting can't be called a stroke.

I don't know if Chen Ping's hand is not stable enough, or the quality of this paper is really too poor, not to mention the ink blurring, the horizontal and vertical points on the top are crooked, and he frowns when he sees it.

This is too far from what I expected.

"Beginners, that's normal."

Li Feng had been paying attention to Chen Ping's expression, seeing that there was a dullness on his immature face, he hurriedly comforted him, "It would be better to practice more." ”

Chen Ping also knew this principle, he had never been exposed to calligraphy in his previous life, and now he learned it from scratch, so he didn't say anything more, and continued to practice with a pen.

It didn't take long for him to practice before his right hand began to tremble, and as time went on, the tremor became more and more severe, and he knew that he had reached the limit of his body, and it would be a waste of paper to practice like this.

The pen stopped.

"Why didn't you write it?"

Chen Ping bit his lower lip, "It's too wasteful." ”

Li Feng glanced at it and realized that Chen Ping was talking about the problem of paper, and looked at the strokes that were shaking more and more as he wrote, so he asked him to rest for a while.

When the two came to the courtyard, Li Feng read a poem to Chen Ping about the flowers and plants in the courtyard, he said a word, and Chen Ping repeated it. The scenery outside is really good, and after a while, Li Feng was attracted by his sudden inspiration, and he was thinking about words with orchids.

Chen Ping was not idle, he saw the dead branches on the ground, and simply used the dead branches as a pen, using the ground as paper, and practiced strokes.

By the time Li Feng came back to his senses, Chen Ping had already written a lot of strokes on the ground.

"Wonderful! I didn't think of this good idea. ”

Li Feng took a sip of the cold tea on the stone table, he looked at Chen Ping, who was not affected by him at all, looked at the arm that was still trembling slightly, remembered the word waste that Chen Ping said to him in front of him, and in a trance, he seemed to remember what he looked like when he was studying hard.

Chen Ping's hand holding the pen stiffened, he took a deep breath, stopped practicing, moved his fingers, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Li Feng looking at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sir?"

Li Feng retracted his thoughts and said with a smile: "Do you want to rest for a while?" ”

Chen Ping shook his head, he glanced at the sky, "Time is running out." ”

Li Feng glanced outside, and there was smoke rising, just as Chen Ping said, it was not too early. The two returned to the house, and Li Feng took out a new book to continue teaching.

When Chen Ping was about to leave, Li Feng hesitated again and again, but still told Chen Ping, "Practicing calligraphy on the ground is indeed effective, but it is not absolute, after all, you still have to see the truth on paper." ”

Chen Ping hurriedly responded, and after thanking Li Feng, he returned home alone.