After warming up, he grabbed a brush.

Yes, he is grasping, not grasping. Who made him never practice calligraphy? The devil knows how to use the brush.

Fang Shibo glared at him, looking at him like a fool, "Brother-in-law, are you going to sweep the floor with a brush?" ”

Kong Fang lifted the tip of his pen and almost pointed it to his mouth.

How can this bear child bury his brother-in-law like this!

Fang Shiyi couldn't help laughing and patiently instructed him the correct way to hold the pen. He was diligent and studious, and quickly mastered the essentials of holding a brush under the guidance of a famous teacher.

It's just that the wrist is a little sore and the fingers are a little stiff.

Dip it in ink, the tip of the pen lightly against the paper, and then move the pen, stroke by stroke, sweat sprinkled a few drops, and the word "west" was finally "painted" by him.

But its handwriting was crooked, and all of its strokes were almost clumped together, almost becoming a lump of ink.

Fang Shibo covered his face.

Fang Shiyi couldn't believe it.

She has seen Kong Fang's words before, and it may be an exaggeration to say that he is a master of calligraphy, but his calligraphy is elegant, like flowing clouds and water, and has its own charm.

Now are these words words?

If it is also a word, then it can only be described as "miserable".

Alas, it was all the sins of the eldest sister, which not only made the brother-in-law lose his memory, but also lost his calligraphy attainments. Fortunately, his intelligence is still there, otherwise how can he be worthy of the Kong family?

"Brother-in-law, why don't you dictate it, and I'll write it?"

She was as empathetic as ever.

Kong Fang couldn't ask for it, so he immediately handed her the brush, and he was repeating the first chapter of "Journey to the West" again. Because of memory, the text is somewhat different.

But the plot of the story remains the same, the characters remain the same, and its bizarreness and mystery remain the same.

He peeked at Fang Shiyi's calligraphy, but when he saw that the font was delicate and delicate, he didn't say that he was the so-called calligraphy in his previous life, and everyone could be thrown out of a few streets.

It's a pity that I don't know if I can go back to my previous life, otherwise if I bring her real work back, I will definitely be able to sell it for a good price.

As Fang Shiyi's last word fell onto the paper, Kong Fang retracted his thoughts.

Fang Shiyi seemed to be unsatisfied, holding the pen for a long time and refusing to put it down.

"Brother-in-law, what are you going to write next?"

How to write? Of course, I will continue to carry it down. He has read "Journey to the West" at least 3 times, and the stories in it have long been familiar to him, but some of the words and details still need to be carefully recalled.

In order not to be a goof, he pretended to be deep, and only said after a while: "I just had a flash of inspiration just now, as for how to write next, I have to think about it." ”

Fang Shiyi's sister and brother believed it.

"Brother-in-law, I believe in you, you must be able to do it." Fang Shibo clenched his fists.

Kong Fang shook his eyes, Lao Tzu must be good, if it doesn't work, how to be a man?!

Fang Shiyi put away the pen and ink, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, you have just recovered from your illness and spent your brainpower, you must be very tired, right?" You rest first, we're out. ”

The siblings left, and Kong Fang lay back on the bed for a while and fell asleep.

Fang Shibo came to the carpenter's room.

There was a made shell of the Heaven-Shaking Thunder on the ground. Their size, size, and shape are almost the same as the drawings, and Fang Shibo tried them up, and they felt good.

"Lao Li, well done."

He praised.

Lao Li wiped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, young master, for the compliment." ”

Then he reminded again: "Young master, these timber masters are used to repair the ancestral hall, but you use them to make these spoons that don't look like spoons, shovels don't look like shovels, in case you ......."

"No in case. You just have to do it, I'll carry it with my sister. ”

Lao Li didn't speak again.

Although the young master is a young master, he is still a child after all, but the young lady can be in charge, as long as she speaks, don't say that she used the spare wood for repairing the ancestral hall, or let him dismantle the wood of the ancestral hall, he dares to do it.

Fang Shibo didn't know Lao Li's true thoughts, and when he saw that he stopped talking, he stopped talking.

He went to the room where saltpeter, charcoal, and brimstone were rounded. The brother-in-law said that as long as the three things are separated, there will be no danger of explosion.

So he divided them into three rooms to prepare, one for security and the other for secrecy.

The final reload was done by him and his brother-in-law.

The housekeeper Fang Bo came back from the county office, and the matter went smoothly, so he solemnly handed over the receipt to Fang Shiyi.

Fang Shiyi carefully put it into the secret cabinet.

Kong Fang fell asleep and was already three strokes on the second day.

Unexpected no one came to wake him up, I remember that Fang Shibo said that once his predecessor slept until the beginning of the morning and didn't get up, but he was whipped three times by Fang Shiqing.

In the Fang family, where male power is declining, Fang Shiqing represents that everything is right, and no one can resist.

He tiptoed out of bed, hid behind the door and quietly observed, and only after making sure that there was no one outside the door did he quickly get dressed, and then sneaked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The toothbrush is wicker, and the toothpaste is green salt.

He brushed his teeth carefully, lest the wicker puncture his gums and end up bleeding all over his mouth.

After washing, he didn't dare to go to breakfast, for fear of meeting Fang Shiqing. He endured his hunger and went to the carpenter's house. Pushing open the door, he unexpectedly found that Fang Shibo was also there.

"Brother-in-law. You're finally out of bed. ”

Kong Fang's eyes widened, "What do you mean to finally get up?" Lao Tzu got up before dawn! ”

He glanced out the door a few times.

Fang Shibo didn't argue with him, lowered his head and continued to work, "The eldest sister was picked up by someone from the county government just after dawn. ”

Kong Fang looked at him when he heard this, and said to Lao Tzu what was she doing?

Is Lao Tzu afraid of her?

He suddenly stepped forward and pulled Fang Shibo's ears, especially Fang Shiqing was not at home and did not tell Lao Tzu in advance, he was Lao Tzu's cheap brother-in-law in vain.

Fang Shibo was in pain, he went violently in an instant, grabbed Kong Fang's hand, and gave him an over-the-shoulder fall.

When his legs were suspended in the air, Kong Fang knew that he was impulsive, forgetting that his cheap brother-in-law was born with divine power and could not be bullied.

It's really impulsive, and I fell my ass twice.

The hunger and pain made Kong Fang dizzy for a while, and he couldn't get up from lying on the ground.

Fang Shibo was furious, "Look at you, the weak chicken likes to move his hands and feet, and it hurts!" ”

Kong Fang's eyes were dark, this kid didn't count beating people, he also hurt people, he didn't talk about martial arts.

"Hey, have you anything to eat?"

He endured the pain and drooled his face. Fang Shibo sighed helplessly, this year's brother-in-law is too difficult, and he swears that he will never be someone else's brother-in-law in the next life.

He pulled a pancake out of his pocket and fetched another bowl of boiled water.

"I don't have any green onions, so you can eat them right, fill your stomach first, and then have lunch in two hours."

Kong Fang, who was suffering from hunger and cramps, how could he be so particular, he took the frying and opened his mouth to bite. Who knew that Fang Shibo suddenly sighed.

"Alas, Wangcai is going to starve again."

"Uh, it's dog food?!"

Kong Fang's mouth was stuffed with pancakes, but he didn't chew, and his eyes were full of tears. He was a human being in two lives, but he was reduced to grabbing food with a dog!

Alas.

The world is declining, and people are not as good as dogs.