Hua Jin looked at the slightly yellow and black paper and sighed. This was probably the worst paper, even though many scholars couldn't afford it.

Hua Jin thought about it and finally folded the paper into several pieces. When she picked up the brush, she looked at the barely readable article she had written and finally put it down.

The paper was too expensive and she couldn't waste it casually. The main reason was that she didn't trust her own hands. She could control a soft brush after just a few days of practicing calligraphy.

He immediately put the pen back where it belonged, stood up and ran out.

The sudden movement stunned the two older brothers, including Xiaosi, who was scratching his head.

"Xiao Si, concentrate on it. I'll give you half a cup of tea. If you can't write it again, you don't have to sleep tonight." Hua Yun'ao looked away from the door to threaten his younger brother.

When he saw the unbearable words written by his younger brother, Brother Hua's face turned dark again.

This kid can't be left alone.

"Brother..." Xiaosi said in a long voice and looked at her eldest brother pitifully, feeling like she was about to collapse.

Not to mention half a cup of tea, he couldn't even write about a cup of tea!

It's so difficult! He clearly memorized "Gun Gua Luan Shu", but why did he seem to not recognize those words when I picked up the pen?

"It's no use calling me brother, write quickly." Brother Hua glared at his younger brother and said hard-heartedly.

Xiaosi: "..."

It’s no longer enough to pretend to be pitiful. Big brother has learned to be smart.

I had no choice but to rack my brains and think about it, writing silently.

Brother Hua on the side looked at his younger brother gloatingly.

This kid is surrounded by blessings and knows no blessings. Looking at the whole Huajia Village, the only people who have the opportunity to study are his family and the Meng Qiang family. Who would not seize the opportunity to read and write.

Fortunately for this boy, he and his brother taught him whenever they had time, and never took them seriously. On the contrary, his sister learned really well, although his handwriting was a bit unsatisfactory.

The second brother Hua had a wicked smile on his lips, thinking that he would punish the fourth son well later so that he would remember it for a long time.

Just... I wonder what my sister was doing in such a hurry just now?

Brother Hua, who stopped writing, couldn't help but think.

Hua Jin, who was thinking about her, ran straight to the kitchen, squatted under the stove and picked and picked, and finally found a piece of wood suitable for making charcoal, but it still needed to be processed, otherwise it would be difficult to use the black one in his hand.

carbon.

Looking at Tan Tiao, another idea suddenly popped into Hua Jin's mind.

If you have time, you can try making a quill pen. I won’t say whether it’s easy to use or not, but it’s mainly cleaner.

You just need to have goose feathers first, but if you don’t hurry, it shouldn’t be hard to find.

Taking the carbon strip Huajin, I turned around and went to find my dad. The carbon strip was there and then there was the pen holder outside, so I needed my dad.

"Sir, dad, please do me a favor." Hua Jinxing's hurried voice interrupted the work that Hua Chengtian and Hua Laohan were doing. They both stopped and looked at their good granddaughter (daughter) at the same time.

"What's the matter? Grandpa can help you," Old Man Hua said first.

Hua Jin quickly turned to his grandfather, "Master, I want a pen holder."

"Isn't it just a pen holder? It's easy to handle. Grandpa will get it for you right now."

Old Man Wang picked and picked for a while, picked up a bamboo tube as thick as his arm and was about to start.

"No... don't be like this..." Hua Jin looked at the big bamboo tube in her grandfather's hand and immediately couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly interrupted.

"Don't you need a pen holder?" Old Man Hua looked at his granddaughter in confusion, and Hua Chengtian looked at his daughter in confusion.

The charcoal strip flower brocade in Gao Gao's hand quickly explained, and the father and son realized that the pen holder they understood and the pen holder mentioned by the child were completely different things.

After understanding this, the two father and son quickly worked together to make a suitable size, put the carbon strip in the daughter's hand into it, and then carefully fixed it with rope.

"Is this possible?" Hua Chengtian handed the finished product to his daughter.

"Chengcheng...it's so great. Thank you, dad, thank you, sir. You are so awesome."

Hua Jin happily took the thin bamboo tube charcoal pen with the carbon strips surrounded in it. It was much better than she imagined. Her father and grandpa even considered the details and made a small mechanism. The carbon strips between the pens were used up.

There is a small bamboo strip at the top that you can press down, so you don't have to worry about getting your hands dirty.

"Good achievements, let's go play."

I was still worried that I was doing something wrong, but I felt relieved when I saw that my daughter liked Hua Chengtian, and I patted my daughter on the shoulder.

From the beginning to the end, Hua Chengtian and Hua Laohan never asked Hua Jin what he wanted for this, and they were impatient and showed no affection for him.

"Yeah." Hua Jin didn't say anything more about what she was thinking, nodded happily, and ran back to her brothers' room.

At this moment, Xiaosi's good mood has long since disappeared. She was being scolded by her two brothers in turn while holding the silently written article. Her head could not be lowered any lower, and her eyes were filled with hopelessness.

"Go and copy this article ten times. If you skip one copy, you won't have to sleep today."

"Big brother and second brother... how about... why don't we copy it tomorrow? It will be dark soon and it will be a waste of lamp oil." Xiaosi was still trying to bargain, making a last-ditch struggle.

"no."

The elder brother hesitated for a moment when he mentioned the lamp oil flower, but he thought that today he would definitely teach the younger brother a lesson, otherwise he would still be so lazy and not learn Chinese characters well in the future. No matter how distressed he felt, he decisively refused.

This kid is too naughty, we can't let him succeed, otherwise it will be more difficult to discipline him in the future.

"Brother..."

Xiaosi tried to act coquettishly again but was glared back by the elder brother. He pouted and picked up the pen, his eyes filled with water. He was so pitiful!

Hua Jin came in and saw this scene, a smile flashed in her eyes, she glanced at it and pretended not to see it anymore.

There is definitely no sympathy. It is good to suffer more setbacks when you are young, and your ability to withstand stress will be stronger when you grow up.

Completely ignoring Xiaosi's look for help, she sat down in her original position...opposite her eldest brother.

Seeing that the eldest brother and the second brother were already doing their homework seriously, Hua Jin didn't say anything and after thinking for a while, she took the charcoal pencil in her hand and started drawing on the paper.

When Mrs. Qi brought tea in, she saw her four children looking serious, and a happy smile immediately appeared on her face.

He came in quietly and left the house quietly.

I was so immersed in this painting that I didn't even know when night fell and the lights were lit in the room.

He drew two pieces of paper in one breath. If it weren't for the fear of wasting paper, Hua Jin would not have stopped writing.

Inspirations pop up in my mind one by one with just one stroke, and it can be said that I can continue to draw for a few hours without any problem.

I'll go to town tomorrow to get it to test the water. If it works, I don't have to worry about wasting paper.

Hua Jin looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. What appeared on the paper were various patterns of flowers, which were very lifelike.

Drawing is not a problem for her. How can someone who studies design not know how to draw?

What's more, in order to become the best designer, she has worked hard in this area and went to the teacher to study systematically.

Whether it is sketching or traditional Chinese painting, although it is not perfect, it is definitely good.

In fact, what she wants to draw more is clothing samples, after all, this is her strength.

But when I think about the short time I came to this world, I don’t know much about it. What I see is limited to Huajia Village and the Qinggu Mountain behind the village. The styles of clothes I see are those worn by farmers, just a few common ones.

shape.

The men wear cross-collar or open-neck shirts and trousers, while the more sophisticated women just wear a knee-length undershirt, and the colors are mostly blue or black.
Chapter completed!