The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Yan Laoer is really serious, he takes calligraphy practice into his heart.

He didn't even notice that his daughter was approaching, so he concentrated on it.

At this moment, I heard my daughter praised him, and I was quite proud: "That's right, your father either doesn't do it, and if he does, he must do it well and don't fool him at all. Look, I think the word 'after' is well written, especially the last one. A pen, do you see the pen edge?"

In order to save paper, but also to leave no traces.

Yan's second son found a big stone to practice calligraphy.

The brush is dipped in water, and it dries after a short time, perfect.

"Father, if you write this on paper, you will definitely be able to penetrate the back of the paper." Yan Yu said seriously.

Yan Laoer pondered something was wrong, "What do you mean? I am writing too hard?"

Yan Yu giggled happily, seeing that her father was about to turn into anger, Fang stopped and said, "Fortunately, Uncle didn't go this way, otherwise you won't pass the test of holding a pen."

"I made an agreement with your uncle, he won't allow me to watch before I practice well." Yan Laoer said proudly.

Yan Yu was very impressed: "Father! I found that you handle my uncle very well!"

Second Yan sighed: "I'm just relying on your uncle's love for my younger brother. That second Yan really doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings."

With such a good brother, what else do you do? !

Everything is thought of for you, and there is a little change for the better, and the hair of old Yan is full of joy.

It's just that Lao Yan is the style of the ancient patriarch, and his joy and deeds are not ostentatious. Only by observing carefully can he discover the deep love hidden under the seriousness of words and smiles.

Yan Yu: "Father, this is Taige style. Most of the imperial examinations and memorials are copied in this font. Some people commented that this font has no characteristics, black, big and round, and it is the same as everyone else, but this font is used very well. Broad, uncle is really well-intentioned."

Second Yan: "How do you know?"

Before Yan Yu could speak, he said, "I see, what novel did you read about it?"

Yan Yu was rushed to answer and still smiled and said: "The answer is correct! But there is no reward, hahaha!"

"Father, I'll teach you how to hold a pen first." Yan Yu skillfully let the pen hang in his hand.

After correcting it several times, Yan Lao Er barely learned to hold a pen.

"And then?" Yan Er Er asked.

Yan Yu took out the inkstone, ink stick and clear water from the small backpack behind him.

"It's fine for you to use big stones to practice calligraphy now, but if you write on paper, the ink will grind, how much water you add, to what extent...

Dad, call me after you practice calligraphy. Anyway, uncle won't come over. I just teach you and finish the homework assigned by uncle. "She still has daily homework to write big characters.

Second Yan nodded.

After a while, Li Xuemei also came over.

She brought a small stool with her, and after knowing that Old Yan would not come to check the post, she decisively took out the manuscript two and read in silence.

Yan Huaiwen watched the family of three from a distance, reading and practicing calligraphy, making progress together.

His nose was sour, and he pressed his eye sockets with his sleeves.

Adjusting his breathing, he said to his son and daughter: "Don't bother you two, it's not easy for your second uncle to calm down and practice calligraphy."

As for the younger siblings and Erya, they probably went to accompany him because they were worried that he would not be able to persist.

At noon, Da Ya cooked the meal, and she saw that the second uncle seemed to like making porridge.

So I followed suit, cut the minced meat, put chopped wild vegetables, and added some seasonings that my second uncle put aside.

It's all for others, Yan Huaiwen feels that today's porridge is a bit unpleasant.

Da Ya's craftsmanship is not as good as Tianyou.

After lunch, Yan Yu's family continued to work hard.

It was rare that her uncle didn't ask her to go to class, so Yan Yu hurriedly brought her private goods and began to copy the "Prescription of Thousand Gold" in the manuscript.

Yan Lao Er gave up half of the boulder to her.

Yan Yu wrote for a while, then stopped to take a break, and Li Xuemei replaced her again. The two of them cooperated and didn't feel too tired.

The three brothers of the Qi family did not come to look for Yan Lao Er immediately after waking up, but found a lot of suitable firewood nearby.

The three of them were full and energetic, and soon got three full baskets before coming over.

When they got close, they dared not pass.

True. Scholar. Yan's second child.

It was Yan Yu who had sharp eyes and saw them.

The voice was crisp and clear: "Uncle Qi! Uncle Qi! Uncle Qi! Fifth Uncle!"

The Qi family brothers hurriedly responded, holding back a sentence for a long time: "Erya is so good."

Yan Laoer took a look, the savior!

What he's writing is annoying.

"Come on, huh! I have prepared so much, and I am walking, and it is still yesterday's place." He got up and told his daughter: "My daughter, put away this copybook for dad."

"Don't worry, dad!" Yan Yu agreed.

Seeing her father walking away, she picked up the clear water pen and wrote two words on the big stone according to the uncle's copybook.

"Mother, who do you think is the best writer, me or dad?" Yan Yu asked.

Li Xuemei glanced twice, and said, "Your father writes better."

Seeing that my daughter was surprised when she heard this, she said again: "Your father is kind, serious in doing things, and able to bear his temper, which is quite suitable for this font.

One is that you are small and your writing skills are insufficient, and the other is that you have a wild temper and do not want to be bound by this box, so it is inevitable that your strokes will be exposed. "

is that so?

Yan Yu herself didn't think so.

"Mom, why did I escape?" She objected.

Li Xuemei raised her eyelids, "I don't know how old you really are? You pretend to be a child every day, and you will soon become a real child."

"You are very good at writing cursive script. Your uncle probably noticed it too, so let you practice regular script more often."

Yan Yu: "Shouldn't I be asked to practice running script?"

"Running script is between regular script and cursive script. Xingkai is more practical. Your uncle wrote this kind. The cursive is too messy. How many can you understand? Anyway, your parents can't appreciate it." When writing something in the future, the couple didn't want to stare blankly.

"Oh!" Yan Yu understood, it doesn't matter what she practices, as long as she can write.

"What kind of font are you going to practice, mother?"

"No practice." Li Xuemei answered quickly.

Yan Yu:? ? ?

Li Xuemei smiled and said: "Why should I practice calligraphy? When I turn back and copy the simple characters, who can blame me for lack of pens and strokes? As long as I can understand it myself."

Yan Yu stared round her eyes and complained: "Mother, why are you lying?"

My father and I have worked hard to practice calligraphy, why don't you practice?

Don't worry about scarcity but inequality!

"There is really something to write, not your father and you."

One sentence defeated Yan Yu.

...

The three brothers of the Qi family have already learned it, but they feel more at ease when the second brother Yan is around.

This time, Yan Lao Er said in a rough voice to the three of them very solemnly: "The four of us must take turns, will you listen to me?"

"Listen!" The three said in unison.

"Well, I'll be with Big Brother Qi, Fourth Brother Qi and Fifth Brother Qi, let's take turns two by two."

There were a lot of piles of soil burned this time, and with the addition of the scattered piles they picked up before, there were seven piles, which completely occupied the area by the stream.

Yan Laoer and Qi Dashou went to Qi Si Qi Wu to exchange.

When he got to his home, he heard his elder brother and the village elders say: "... I have had a good rest, and I will leave early tomorrow morning and arrive in Guanzhou as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease."

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