Copying was a big project. There were not many people in the army who could read, and even fewer who could write. The Manchu army did not capture many strong men.

People like Yu Zhi and Wen Jiuxiao were also arrested, but Wen Jiuxiao just wanted to give him more things to do so that he wouldn't wander around in front of her.

But Yuzhi... why did you arrange it for her? It was just a matter of making hemostatic powder. Plus this copying job, why did she feel like she was looking for trouble for herself?

I don’t want to work overtime, I really don’t want to work overtime! What can I not do?

Yu Zhisheng felt hopeless and put it away for a while. He thought of the people in the northwest and silently picked up the pen again.

After writing for a while, she got tired of it. The brush was writing too slowly, so she had to think of a way. Yu Zhi thought of the goose quill, the goose feathers... Where can I pluck the goose feathers? Forget it, she found a small wooden stick and whittled it.

Bar.

Very good. She was still used to holding the pen in the same way she had in her previous life. When she dipped in ink and wrote, the thickness was even and much faster.

The story was not long, so Yu Zhi copied a small pile in an hour. She stopped and looked at her results, and she was proud. Back then, no one was a copying expert, and she was familiar with tying two pens together to copy texts.

She had done it before, and if she had carbon paper, she could have copied more.

During this period, Wen Jiuxiao, Yu Guangxian, and even the fifth prince came to see it.

Wen Jiuxiao saw her holding a small wooden stick in a weird posture and writing quickly. Although the words she wrote were not beautiful, they were also very neat.

The corners of his mouth twitched. This woman was really good at laziness. It was okay for her to write like this, but she couldn't be allowed to teach the little brat bad.

But the fifth prince and Yu Guangxian were greatly surprised. This method was so good! The strong men they selected who could write could handle swords and guns, but a small pen stumped them. If they could write, they could

Writing means that the words written are so huge that one cannot write a few words on a piece of paper. Or if one accidentally drips ink on it, a good piece of paper will become useless.

After writing for a long time, none of them were usable, and I complained that the brush was soft and hard to use.

Since they disliked the softness of the writing brush, I wanted to find them a hard one. Wouldn’t Yu Zhi’s pen sharpened with a small wooden stick be just right? The two of them copied it hurriedly.

Yu Zhi patiently copied for two days and produced a thick stack. She felt very accomplished. She was about to hand in the homework, but then she thought about it and put it down again.

No, she had to look at what others had copied first. Although she felt that her copying was quite good, with clear handwriting and straight and horizontal strokes, she also knew that the handwriting she wrote in this way was definitely not in line with the aesthetics of the ancients. She sent it rashly.

In the past... how embarrassing! Take a look inside the plug while no one is paying attention?

Let's go and see what Wen Jiuxiao copied first, it's the one closest to him.

Seeing her, Qingfeng was pleasantly surprised, "Miss Yu, are you coming to see the third master? Ouch, the young master has grown taller again."

He obviously gave her something yesterday, but the little kid has grown taller after not seeing her for a night? How did he see it? This skill of flattering her is simply superb. He is indeed someone who has been able to follow Mr. Wen for many years.

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"Miss Yu, please persuade the third master. The injury on his arm has not healed well, so he has been copying for two days. Miss Yu, please persuade the third master to take a rest." Qingfeng requested.

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Yu Zhi looked at him expressionlessly, not thinking. Wen Jiuxiao copied for two days, didn't she also copy for two days? Isn't he a grown man inferior to her as a woman?

As for the injury on the arm, she remembered that it was his left arm. What did it have to do with the arm where he wrote?

Yu Zhi led the little boy into the house. Wen Jiuxiao was sitting in front of the desk with his back straight and copying. He didn't even raise his head and just said, "Here he is."

Yu Zhi hummed, "Let's see how your copy goes."

Wen Jiuxiao pointed casually, "Look."

She didn't know if Yu Zhi heard it wrong, but she always felt that there was a certain degree of pride in his voice. What was he proud of? Yu Zhi looked through the homework he had copied and immediately understood what he was proud of.

This man's calligraphy is so good, with iron hooks and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, and the brush strokes are full of momentum. The handwriting is just like the person, and it is true.

Wen Jiuxiao's words are just like his person. Just a faint glance at you can give you unlimited pressure.

Yu Zhi was very glad that she didn't bring her homework, otherwise if they were compared together... her words would be buried in the dust.

Wen Jiuxiao appeared to be concentrating on copying, but he was actually paying attention to Yu Zhi from the corner of his eyes. He naturally saw the change in her face and felt very proud.

How about it? Are you overwhelmed by your man's words? Do you admire your man?

Yu Zhi's eyes flickered, and he picked up all Wen Jiuxiao's homework and said, "I'll send it over for you, little kid... just take a look at it for a while."

Without waiting for him to speak, Yu Zhi turned and left, as if she was afraid that he would disagree.

Before Wen Jiuxiao could say "Okay", Yu Zhi had already walked about ten steps. This woman was as impatient as ever. He lowered his head and met the clear eyes of the little boy.

Yu Zhi went to the place where her father and colleagues worked. Everyone was busy, and her father had no time to pay attention to her. Yu Zhi looked at it in silence for a while, not only did he not hand in Wen Jiuxiao's homework, but he also walked away

Part of it was copied by someone else.

Alas, their efficiency was so low that Yu Zhi couldn't stand it anymore. Forget it, she might as well help them!

It took a day to prepare. At night, Yu Zhi climbed up the wall of Wen Jiuxiao's yard and knocked on the window lattice twice.

Wen Jiuxiao opened the window and saw Yu Zhi standing outside, and was surprised and happy.

What does it mean when a woman knocks on a man's window at night? Straight men know it all.

He had a soft face and looked at Yu Zhi tenderly. Just as he was about to say, "Here you are," Yu Zhi handed the baby to him through the window, "You are the father of the child. You will take care of the child tonight."

Wen Jiuxiao subconsciously took the child and looked up again. Yu Zhi had disappeared into the night.

Wen Jiuxiao was confused. What did this woman mean? Why was he asked to take care of the child? It was true that he was the child's father, and it was true that the son should be taught by his father, but taking care of the child...he really didn't know how!

"You're pinching my tickle." The little boy's voice sounded.

Wen Jiuxiao hurriedly put him down, but soon realized something was wrong, and pinched his ticklish flesh. Why didn't he laugh? Was it because he disliked him for being uncomfortable in his arms?

The little boy had already walked towards his bed, took off his shoes and climbed up, consciously sleeping inside, patting the place outside with his little hands.

Wen Jiuxiao was surprised, were you letting him go?

If he is so well-behaved and sensible, maybe, probably, maybe, it is not impossible to take care of children.

Wen Jiuxiao breathed a sigh of relief. He went to bed and lay outside. As expected, the baby stopped. Wen Jiuxiao felt relieved. Isn't it just to take care of the child? He can do it too.

But soon, Wen Jiuxiao realized that he had been relieved too early. This child was too troublesome.
Chapter completed!