Mo Ziwan ignored Han Chunlin's words and turned to Murong Qingyuan and said, "Brother Murong, you have written your handwriting well. From now on, you will be responsible for teaching my elder brother and Chunlin's writing. I will be responsible for taking them to read."

Murong Qingyuan was very surprised. Unexpectedly, Mo Ziwan asked her to be responsible for Han Chunlin and Li Linsong's writing. She originally thought she would have to live a few days before she could integrate into them, but she would ask herself to teach Han Chunlin and Li Linsong's writing.

It was an accident, but also happy! I was very happy that Mo Ziwan could accept herself so quickly, and nodded with a smile and replied: "Okay! I will definitely teach them to write seriously."

Murong Qingyuan's words did not make Han Chunlin feel anything, but Li Linsong was different. When he thought about how he taught himself to write before going out, he felt that he would be told often in the future.

No matter how Li Linsong thought about Mo Ziwan, she would not understand even if she knew. However, she had not yet cared about where Li Linsong was. After Murong Qingyuan agreed, Mo Ziwan turned to Han Chunlin and said, "Brother Chunlin, you can do it if you don't want to copy books. From now on, practice three words a day. Every time you write one, you will give it to Brother Murong for inspection. After passing the inspection, you will not rewrite it. If you don't write well, start over until you finish it."

Han Chunlin looked unhappy, "I didn't write well like my elder brother? Why did I ask Brother Murong to check it? And I can write too." It was the elder brother who was writing, so why did he ask himself to learn too?

Mo Ziwan turned her head and looked at Han Chunlin, questioning: "Do you write well?"

Han Chunlin also had his cleverness, and did not directly answer Mo Ziwan's words, but said, "But the bookstore has accepted the books I copied!" The meaning is very obvious. If I don't write well, the bookstore will not accept the books I copied.

Mo Ziwan didn't expect that he wanted him to increase his confidence, motivation and perseverance after copying the book, but he turned into pride!

Being proud can be, but one must have capital to be proud! Like him now, it is not possible! An appropriate blow said: "Why do I only give you one tael of silver?"

Now Han Chunlin stopped talking! Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Ziwan continued, "It is something to be happy that you can persist in copying a book, but you can't be arrogant because of it!"

Seeing that Mo Ziwan had just turned on her face and said it was funny, Han Chunlin became serious and laughed less, and he lowered his head and replied, "I understand."

Since we have already talked about this, we have to talk to the end. So Mo Ziwan continued to say seriously: "Not only should we not be arrogant, but we should also reflect on ourselves. But have we done something well? How should we correct the things we didn't do well?" After that, he asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Han Chunlin whispered: "No."

What Mo Ziwan likes Han Chunlin is that he not only always remembers that he is his brother, but also takes good care of himself and Han Qiulu, but also listens to his own words very much. Even at this time, when he talks to him in front of Li Linsong and Murong Qingyuan, he does not refute to listen to his own words. He stepped forward and grabbed Han Chunlin's hand, and the seriousness on his face was wiped out, and his voice became sweet, "It's okay, you should relax after you have finished copying the book! After resting in the past two days, Brother Chunlin, you should think carefully. If you copy the book again in the future, how do you copy the book better? Uncle Han said that we must learn and summarize it so that we can improve."

Whether it is for Han Chunlin, Li Linsong, Mo Li, or the children who come to study in the village, Mo Ziwan remembers that they are still young and should be serious during class, but they also need to adjust the emotions that everyone has been suppressed! Only by being elastic and tight can everyone maintain a certain degree of fear of themselves, create a sense of prestige, and be in a good mood to improve their learning efficiency.

Han Chunlin also pulled Mo Ziwan back after he took his hand, nodded seriously and replied: "Well, I want to go home!"

Mo Ziwan also said, "Okay, come home and think about it slowly, don't worry." Later, he said, "If you didn't expect it for a moment, I can also think about it for you."

The brother and sister said while walking, and after the breeze and drizzle, they told Han Chunlin that they would go home to find the shortage of copying books. Mo Ziwan turned her head and started talking to Li Linsong about writing!

"Brother, don't worry. Brother Murong teaches you in the future. Be more serious and remember what Brother Murong teaches you in your heart and write it. Soon you will be as good as Brother Murong writes."

When Mo Ziwan talked about Li Linsong, Li Linsong's steps forward had slowed down. He didn't want to walk slowly behind him like when he was at home. He thought that Mo Ziwan couldn't see him and would not talk about him anymore, but he still couldn't avoid him. When he heard her shouting, Li Linsong couldn't help but feel nervous. After hearing her say it, he gradually relaxed, and like Han Chunlin, nodded and responded: "Okay."

Then he started to laugh again on the road. When he walked to the road in front of the yard, he met Mo Li and Song Nanzhi who were coming home.

Mo Li walked beside Song Nanzhi, and the closer he got, the clearer he could see. Mo Li's flushed cheeks were still covered with sweat, and the bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead one by one. He was a pair of small, soil-stained hands, holding a sickle in one hand, and a hand of green green not only wild vegetables but also wild grass, with a few pink wild flowers in the green green.

Mo Ziwan looked at Mo Li, and when she bought her back, she was because she was pitiful, and she also thought that she could help her do something at home. But whenever she watched her do things, she couldn't help but feel a little pity and unbearance in her heart.

Not only did Mo Li feel pity and unbearable. Looking at Song Nanzhi beside her, Mo Ziwan felt even more uncomfortable. She did not wet her hair like Mo Li, but no one could tell that she was not relaxed. The big backpack on her shoulders made her bent over, which made her walk slowly.

Grandparents are used to saving money. Even if they have some money at home now, they still can’t bear to use it. And they are born as farmers and they are even more reluctant to leave their homeland. As long as they are not sick and cannot get into the land, they will go to the fields to work every day.

If they want to stop going to the ground, they can only ask someone to help take care of the land. If they ask someone, they will not agree easily because they don’t want to waste money!

Of course, they can’t blame them! Farmers live, no one can keep their money tightly. Only when they have more money or have a fixed income at home will they be more generous.

Although the income of copying books for four taels of silver is not low, I am very tired, and I am still young, and I can easily see myopia for a long time. In modern times, myopia doesn’t matter, but in ancient times, she still wanted to protect her eyesight without glasses. Therefore, copying books is not among the long-term money-making ranks. In addition, digging medicinal materials can be a way to make money in the long run, but now I am too young to go out alone to find medicinal materials.

After thinking about it, the best thing is to get the printing method out and cooperate with Xie Wenhua to make a way to improve the printing, and he will pay and work hard to complete the printing. However, there is another person who must be discussed with Uncle Han first. Some things should not be too high. It is more appropriate to have him come forward.

Mo Ziwan was thinking about making money, and Murong Qingyuan was also thinking that the Mo family’s conditions were too poor! How could he do to make the Mo family live a better life?

Like Mo Ziwei, he filtered the books and medicinal materials in his heart. He was too slow to copy books and too few! He denied it immediately. As for medicinal materials, although he didn't know how much the backpack would cost today, according to the days of the Mo family and the medicinal materials that were sung in the backyard, it shouldn't be sold for a few taels of silver!

Because if the medicinal materials were sold at a high price, the Mo family would not be as poor as they are now! Thoughts on it, he did not come up with a good way to earn more money for the time being!

Mo Ziwan ran to Song Nanzhi, and pulled Song Nanzhi's hand with distress and shouted, "Grandma."

Song Nanzhi gasped and said, "Did you go up the mountain to find medicine again?"

Mo Ziwan replied: "Well, we have found a lot." Then he whispered: "You can sell it for some money again!"

Song Nanzhi looked at the basket on Li Linsong's shoulder, and looked at him with some difficulty in carrying it, "Are you tired? Lin Song!"

Li Linsong responded with a basket on his back and said, "Not tired!"

Song Nanzhi continued, "Go home and have a good rest. I will make delicious food for you at noon."

Two groups of people came home with a full basket! When they walked into the yard, Mo Tingyu came out with a crutch and shouted, "We're all back!" "I'll keep all the water in the kitchen for you to hang!"

Mo Tingyu looked at her wife so tired that she was panting. Several children also helped her, and felt very guilty, hating that her legs were not good!

Song Nanzhi put his back basket on the steps under the eaves and felt relaxed in an instant, "I finally took back the beans."

The beans are not easy to clean up, and they have to be uprooted. A vine that has been pulling the beans for a long time. Not only does the hand hurt, but even the arm is sore. After putting down the basket, he said to Mo Li: "Go and wash your hands well. You must wash the ground skin well. You must bear the pain."

"What's wrong with her hand?" Mo Tingyu asked with concern.

Mo Ziwan also approached Mo Li and picked up her hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Song Nanzhi replied: "When she got to the field, she pulled beans with me. I didn't think much about it, so I asked her to pull it with her. After pulling for a while, I saw her looking at her hands, and I asked her what was wrong. She said her hands were a little painful! I remembered that their kids' hands were tender and their skin was worn out."

"This kid is too honest, I blame me, I didn't think so much."

After saying that, Song Nanzhi said to Mo Li, "Don't be bored if you have anything in the future. We are all a family, so what's hard to say!"

Mo Li nodded with a smile, "Yeah. It doesn't hurt much!"

Alas! The sensible children from poor families are really heartbreaking! After feeling sorry for Mo Li, Mo Ziwan decided to talk to Han Shuxian about printing tonight.

Chapter completed!