Poor calligraphy?

Chen Fan immediately scoffed, am I a poor brush?

I don't know how to write big letters!

When I was in elementary school, I didn't even teach abacus much, so who still learns big characters?

As for the words on the sheets now, he still used his painting skills to "draw" them, it would be good to be able to see them clearly, be content!

Chen Fan returned to the radio station with a black face, angrily took the brush that had not been returned, found a stack of old newspapers and began to practice calligraphy.

After writing a few words, I looked at a few neat words of "Yong" in the newspaper, and nodded with satisfaction, sure enough, I still have a little talent in calligraphy.

At this time, Xiao Liewen walked in with his hands behind his back, and was just about to speak, when he saw the big words on the newspaper, his mouth suddenly opened, and the cigarette stick almost fell off.

Chen Fan looked back and said with a smile, "Captain, look at my words, isn't it good?" ”

Xiao Liewen immediately gasped, slapped his face, rubbed it vigorously, and then gritted his teeth and asked, "Ask you something." ”

Chen Fan put the brush aside, "You said." ”

Xiao Liewen pointed to the words on the newspaper, "Where did you go to school?" Who is the big character teacher? ”

Chen Fan blinked, glanced up, and then looked at him, "Forgot, what's wrong?" ”

Xiao Liewen smacked his lips, "Tell me when you remember it one day, I have to go over and slap him twice, what is it to teach!" ”

Chen Fan's eyebrows and eyes were squeezed, and he looked at the words he wrote suspiciously, "Is there any problem?" I look very good, horizontally and vertically, bending and ticking, all at a glance. ”

"Phew!"

Xiao Liewen couldn't help it, "Even the dog crawls better than what you wrote!" ”

Chen Fan opened his mouth wide, wouldn't it?

Xiao Liewen picked up the brush as he spoke, and also wrote the word "Yong" on the newspaper.

Then he said to Chen Fan, "See for yourself, how is it better than yours?" ”

Chen Fan looked at what he wrote, and then looked at what he wrote, and nodded thoughtfully, "Well, it's better than me." ”

Xiao Liewen was stunned for a moment, then a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Have you never learned to write big characters?" ”

Chen Fan turned his head and blinked, "Ah......, it should be." ”

Xiao Liewen's face was speechless, and he threw the brush away, "What should it be, you can't even see the stroke, you just haven't learned!" ”

When the words fell, he suddenly laughed, "Oh, I thought you were a cultural person, there is nothing you can't learn, you can't write big characters after a long time!" ”

Chen Fan was very unconvinced, "What's wrong with not being able to write big characters?" I can't write big characters, and I don't delay, I'm a cultural person. ”

Xiao Liewen seemed to smile, "A cultural person who can't write big characters? ”

Chen Fan was annoyed and angry, "I can read veterinary books." ”

Xiao Liewen, "You can't write big characters." ”

Chen Fan, "I can also repair electrical appliances." ”

Xiao Liewen, "You can't write big characters." ”

Chen Fan, "I can speak Mandarin and write press releases. ”

Xiao Liewen, "You can't write big characters." ”

Chen Fan, "......" ┴┴(╰(‵□′)╯(┴┴

Xiao Liewen looked at it, good guy, his face was like a change of face, red in white, black in red, black and green, for fear of making this baby pimple angry.

Hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay, isn't it just writing big characters, what, I'll find you a teacher, keep you for two years, five years of big letters, and write better than me in big characters in the future." ”

Chen Fan only thought he was ridiculing himself, so he simply changed the topic, "Why are you coming to me?" ”

Xiao Liewen, "Oh, tomorrow morning to kill the New Year's pig, I said that you will come to cook the pig killing dish for me, don't forget." ”

Chen Fan, "Don't worry, I can't forget it." ”

After a pause, thinking that there was nothing else to do now, he said, "In this way, I will now go and see if your sauerkraut is good, if it is not good, I can only replace it with kimchi, and the sauerkraut that is not pickled cannot be eaten." ”

Xiao Liewen thought about it, turned around and walked out, and said at the same time, "It's just right, I'll take you to meet the big character teacher later, but let me tell you, you just know this matter yourself, don't tell people everywhere, especially outside the team." ”

Chen Fan was a little surprised, "Is there really a big-character teacher?" Who is it? ”

He knows that there has been a big character class since the first grade of primary school these years, and even many people who have not graduated from junior high school can write a good calligraphy.

Moreover, as early as the 30s, there have always been literacy classes in the army, and the way of writing taught is also a brush, not a pen, and it seems that it was only after the 60s that hard pen writing was taught.

Therefore, I am not surprised that Zhang Wenliang, Yang Xingxiu, and even Xiao Liewen, who have a low level of education, can write well with a brush.

However, looking at Xiao Liewen's current appearance, it is clear that he is a person with excellent calligraphy, and the general cultural level of such a person is not too low, and he has never heard of any cultured people in Lujiawan, so he is naturally a little surprised.

Xiao Liewen said in a low voice, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Chen Fan's eyes rolled slightly, and he said hesitantly, "Lu Jiawan." ”

Xiao Liewen nodded, "Do you know the origin of Lujiawan?" ”

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Lu family? ”

Xiao Liewen gestured at him, and as he walked forward, he chuckled in a low voice, "It seems that someone told you,......"

Chen Fan snorted, still looking for a reason in his head, thinking that he couldn't confess Jiang Lili no matter what.

Then I heard Xiao Liewen continue, "You guessed right, there is still the last Lu family here, and the big-character teacher I found for you is him." ”

Hearing this, Chen Fan couldn't help but stop, his face even more surprised, "Huh? ”

Xiao Liewen patted his arm, motioned for him to continue walking, and then said, "Ah what, think that he used to be a rich man, so he should keep his distance and stay away?" ”

Chen Fan's eyes drifted around, "Could it be ...... Isn't it? ”

Xiao Liewen dragged his arm and whispered, "This person is the fourth son of the Lu family, and they all called him the fourth young master back then, when the devil called, the Lu family left, so he was left to guard the house, and then when the devil came, he refused to be a traitor, and the whole family suffered, the sick died, the hungry died of starvation, and in the end, he was the only one left, and he was also disabled, and his legs and feet were inconvenient."

After liberation, he took the initiative to hand over all his family property, and like other ordinary people, he divided more than one acre of land to live, and he didn't want a big tile house, so he donated it to the village committee as a village committee, and he went to the field to build a thatched house.

Every time you pass by the row of mud-walled houses, there is a single-hanging thatched house behind him.

Another, when the Lu family was still there, it was really good to the tenant farmers below, if there was a famine, they would also borrow grain interest-free, and some people would have no money to treat their illnesses if they were sick, and they would come to the door, and the old lady of the Lu family would never pick the door, and they would borrow as much as they wanted, not counting interest. ”

Saying that, he patted Chen Fan's arm and said with a smile, "That is, I see that you are a good kid, otherwise I wouldn't dare to tell you, anyway, for the sake of caution, in front of outsiders, I must not mention it." ”

Chen Fan immediately nodded vigorously, "Understood." ”

(Bar guard.) Lu Siye has a prototype, in my hometown village, born in the late Qing Dynasty, the highest ancestor was the prefect, and more than 5,000 acres of land in the village were his family. He was kind to others all his life, did not speak foul language, did not do evil things, built bridges and roads when he had spare strength, and lived to be more than 90 years old when he was a few years old, and died without illness. ）

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