"Whew, Whew......"

It was another bright morning, and in the corridor of the courtyard of the private school, there was a rhythmic wheezing sound.

The matter of running was picked out yesterday, and Zhao Yu was not afraid of being known again, so he was running in the courtyard at this time.

Of course, in order to avoid disturbing others to rest, Zhao Yu's footsteps still fell very lightly and did not make much movement.

Step quickly and drop gently.

While panting heavily, Zhao Yu looked at the floor of the corridor under the faint light without squinting, but his thoughts flew outside the private school.

Now that he is on the right track in the private school, Zhao Yu is thinking about how to get out and go around the county town outside, so as to find a way to earn money.

Although his family now has a few taels of silver, Zhao Yongzhuo can also make money by rocking chairs, but he doesn't know when the rocking chairs will not be sold, so he has to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

What's more, the Hu family and Zhao Yongzhuo will not give him the money in his family, Zhao Yu wants to do something by himself, he also needs silver, and he needs to get a small treasury for himself.

It's just that the private school has a rule that students who live here are not allowed to leave casually, and the gate is specially watched.

Moreover, the rules in this era are strict, and Zhao Yu does not dare to climb the wall to go out, if Han Liru knows, it is light to eat fried meat with a ruler.

"Gotta find a way to get out......"

Muttering, Zhao Yu retracted his thoughts and concentrated on running.

It's pretty much the same as the other day. Zhao Yu ran for half an hour and stopped.

His body is still weak now, and he doesn't dare to squeeze it too much, so he has to take it step by step.

I did a few more sets of push-ups and stretches in the courtyard, and it was getting dark.

Zhao Yu returned to the dormitory and wiped his sweat, then took a brush and a wooden board and began to practice calligraphy on the stone table in the courtyard.

No one had gotten up yet, and the courtyard was still quiet.

Zhao Yu sat upright, took a deep breath of fresh air, dipped his pen in water, and wrote and drew on the wooden board.

The planks were unpainted logs, and the water did not fall clearly on them, and they dried out when the wind blew them.

Zhao Yu didn't care about these, and gradually became fascinated by one stroke at a time......

"To practice calligraphy, you must first learn to hold a pen, you can't hold a pen, and the words are not good!"

I don't know when, just when Zhao Yu was fascinated, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhao Yu was startled, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly got up and looked behind him.

I saw behind him, Han Liru, who was dressed in a gray shirt, appeared here at some point, holding his beard with one hand and carrying the other behind him, looking at the wooden plank on the stone table.

"The disciple has seen Mr.!"

Suddenly seeing Han Liru, Zhao Yu was stunned for a second, and then hurriedly saluted.

Han Liru nodded, but he didn't say much, but took the brush in Zhao Yu's hand and said slowly:

"Your posture of holding the pen is wrong, you have to hold the pen to point to the real palm, hold the pen in the finger, move the pen in the wrist, just like this!"

As he spoke, Han Liru took the brush and made a gesture for Zhao Yu to hold the pen, then bent down, dipped the pen in water, and wrote towards the wooden board on the stone table:

"Then there is the pen to write, when writing the pen is important, the wrist is skillful, the pen is slow, the pen is moderate, and the pen is neat......"

Han Liru wrote while explaining to Zhao Yu.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu was overjoyed in his heart, he knew that Han Liru was going to open a small stove for me.

His mind was constricted, and Zhao Yu looked at it without blinking.

After writing two words, Han Liru handed the pen back to Zhao Yu:

"You try!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Yu took the brush with both hands, sat down upright again, and then looked for the memory just now, and began to write on the wooden board.

It's just that Zhao Yu was just halfway through writing, but Han Liru suddenly made a move, pinched the upper end of the brush in Zhao Yu's hand, and gently mentioned it.

Suddenly, the brush in Zhao Yu's hand was taken out of his hand and was easily held in his hand by Han Liru.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu was stunned.

But Han Liru shook his head:

"When you write, it's important to hold the pen! When the pen in your hand can not be easily taken away, you can achieve the unity of the pen and write a good hand! ”

"Come with the old man!"

With that, Han Liru put the pen on the wooden board, then turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, then immediately packed up the things on the stone table and followed behind Han Liru.

The two walked towards the back, walked out of the school in the outer courtyard, bypassed the main hall of the private school, and finally came to the backyard where Han Liru lived.

The backyard is a small house.

The courtyard paved with bluestone slabs is very clean, and a few stone steps in front of the courtyard are the halls where Han Liru lives.

In this early morning light, the small house looks very cool and quiet.

At this time, in the middle of the courtyard under the stone steps, there was a desk, and a small figure was standing in front of the desk writing, it was Jiang Ruotong.

She was dressed in a light green skirt, and a small green brick was hung with a coarse strip of cloth on her wrist holding a brush, and her little writing hand trembled, and the tip of her nose was drenched in fine sweat, which seemed very difficult.

However, seeing Han Liru walking into the courtyard with Zhao Yu, Jiang Ruotong stopped his pen and looked at Zhao Yu curiously.

"Keep writing!"

While walking, Han Liru blew his beard and glared at Jiang Ruotong.

"Oh!"

Jiang Ruotong pouted, and then continued to tremble his little hands, writing on the desk.

Just writing on the side, Jiang Ruotong still glanced at Zhao Yu from time to time.

Zhao Yu was also curious, holding the wooden board and brush, looking directly at Jiang Ruotong's small hand of writing, and at the small green brick hanging on her wrist.

When Zhao Yu looked at Jiang Ruotong, Han Liru asked his subordinates to set up an identical small desk two meters away from Jiang Ruotong, and in addition to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, there was also a small green brick tied with coarse cloth strips on the table.

"Like Ruotong, hang the green brick on the wrist of the pen!"

In front of the two small desks, Han Liru pointed to Zhao Yu and pointed to the newly placed small desk.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Yu walked to the small desk, put the wooden board and brush in his hand on the table, and then picked up the coarse cloth strip tied with small green bricks on the table and put it on the wrist of his right hand.

It's just that as soon as the small green brick was hung, Zhao Yu's hand sank.

At this time, Han Liru's voice sounded again:

"Wrist weight-bearing exercises can not only exercise willpower, but also exercise wrist strength, and make you hold the pen tighter! After getting used to it, the pen is like a body, the pen is like a god, and the pen is like one! Now you are like Ruotong, copy the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text" each again! ”

"Yes! Disciple obeys! ”

It is rare for someone to teach to practice calligraphy, Zhao Yu did not dare to slack off, spread paper and ink, and wrote with a brush.

Even if his wrist was shaking because of the heavy objects, Zhao Yu gritted his teeth and insisted.

Seeing this, Han Liru stroked his beard and nodded, then walked behind Zhao Yu and continued to speak:

"Stand like a pine, sit like a clock! When practicing calligraphy, the feet are slightly open, the bow is like a horse step, the waist is straight, the mind is calm, and it is rooted in the ground like a strong pine! When the roots are tightened, the body will be correct and the hands will be stable! ”

While speaking, Han Liru corrected Zhao Yu's standing posture behind Luo Chen.

It wasn't until Zhao Yu stood decently that Han Liru stopped and looked at the words written by Zhao Yu on the side.

Seeing that Zhao Yu was on the right track, Han Liru checked Jiang Ruotong's handwriting again, and then walked up the stone steps and entered the hall.