Xiaohe Mountain is beautiful and comfortable, not as dangerous as Huangshan, but more like the low hills and mountain roads, and it is not difficult to walk on. Zhong Yue, a person who does not often climb mountains, did not feel it was difficult to find it difficult.

There should still be mountain people living in the mountains. The circling mountain roads were traces of manual digging. As expected, shortly after Zhong Yue walked up the mountainside, he heard the chanting of folk tunes. He followed the sound and walked through a narrow small forest path, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

On a mountainous land that was opened, several farmers with straw hats were farming. When they saw a stranger breaking into the house, the peasant woman stood up and leaned on a rake in her hand, "Who are you?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The old Zhong family in the valley, come up the mountain to have fun."

"Old Zhong family, oh, I have some impression. I don't walk around often, but I don't have much contact." The old farmer who was squatting on the ground to take care of the crops stood up, looking thoughtful, "Do you want to drink tea?"

"No, I'm bringing it." Zhong Yue sat on the stone beside him, took out the bottle of water, and started to drink.

The clouds have risen, and the sunlight has faded. The mountain breeze is so refreshing and comfortable. Zhong Yue sat on the stone, and the sweat on his head slowly subsided.

The peasant woman shouted to her hard-working husband: "Let's rest, I'll take care of it here."

The man holding the hoe smiled honestly, "Dad, Xiuying, you go to the tree to rest for a while, I'll do it."

Maybe he is really old and his physical strength is a little too late. The old farmer stood up and sat under the tree not far from Zhong Yue, and said with a smile: "I just remembered that your grandfather planted peaches, right?"

"Yes, there is a small peach forest in Taohuaao, which belongs to my family."

"Hehe, I have a broad memory. Oh, you are still practicing calligraphy." The old man glanced at the unpacked schoolbag and saw a roll of rice paper and the ink bottle.

Zhong Yue put the water in the side bag of his schoolbag, "Yes, practice and play."

The old farmer picked up the straw hat and scratched his head. His soft hair was pressed against his scalp by the hat. "It's good to write. I can also ask you for a couplet during the Spring Festival next year."

Zhong Yue smiled. The simplicity of the mountain people is here and never hides it. What they think is good is something useful to their lives.

"Do you know how to write?"

The old farmer smiled embarrassedly, "Don't joke if you don't write well."

When Zhong Yue arrived ink, he spread the felt on the ground casually, spread the cut rice paper roll, took out a piece and handed it to the old farmer.

The old farmer wiped his muddy hands on the trouser pipe, picked up the pen, dipped it ink, and wrote quickly.

To put it nicely, it is a big opening and closing, and to be a little ugly, that is just writing nonsense.

Family happiness.

The four characters do not have too many brushwork and are simple and rough, and look like they are randomly graffitied.

"I wrote a few strokes when I was young, but I haven't touched my pen for many years, so I didn't write well." He handed the pen to Zhong Yue, "I'll see how many you write."

Zhong Yue sat cross-legged and took the pen from the old farmer's hand. He didn't touch the ink, so he scraped the pen a few times, which was also a joy for the whole family, but it was written neatly. Jinnong lacquer books originally focused on horizontal and vertical lines, but the "Roy" pen was like a slanted pole on a boat on the river, thin and long, allowing the whole character to jump out of neatness and dullness. This is also a major feature of Jinnong lacquer books.

The whole character looks like an ark and a bamboo pole with a diagonal insertion. The lacquer script has the style of metal and stone, the ancient rhyme of Han Li, and the characteristics of regular regular script. The official script cuts off the silkworm's head and swallow tail, and starts with the brushwork of regular script. The stroke breaks the conventional brushwork of the center and uses the side tip to write. This conscious clumsiness and restraint is based on the interest of elegance and clumsiness and the spirit of metal and stone as its connotation.

Few inherited these peerless styles of calligraphy.

Those who are weak in strength cannot learn, those who do not understand the law cannot learn, and those who do not have a deep foundation cannot learn.

The old farmer frowned, took the big leaf tea handed over by his daughter-in-law, took a sip, and frowned and said, "It's not good to read. What you wrote is not good to read."

"Dad." The peasant woman frowned.

"What's wrong? It's not good-looking. What's the point of being embarrassed about?"

"It's not good to see, you can't say it, but in front of others?" The peasant woman smiled embarrassedly.

Zhong Yue also smiled, "It's okay, auntie, I don't think it's good, haha."

The peasant woman took the tea bowl she drank from the old farmer and left with some murmuring.

"Okay, I'm going to work too." The old farmer got up, patted the dust on his pants, and walked towards the field.

Zhong Yue smiled. Everyone has their own aesthetic style. Perhaps the old man's floral belt is so eye-catching in the eyes of most people, and it is simply eye-catching. Perhaps in the eyes of a well-known Italian designer, it has indeed become a source of inspiration. These are hard to say, but in the eyes of the old man, it is just a belt that can prevent the pants from falling off. This is practical enough. As for whether it looks good or not, he doesn't care.

Similarly, Zhong Yue writes lacquer books and now has the same mentality. No matter how others think, he doesn't care.

"The whole family is happy. I am alone and I am not hungry..."

Zhong Yue stretched and entered the system bored. Now even if he didn't have the opportunity to observe, Zhong Yue was used to logging in and taking a look at the situation in the brushwork system.

The proficiency of lacquer books is 96%, and when he writes with the pen produced by the system, the brushwork of his works can reach 97%. Don’t underestimate this small percentage point. For Zhong Yue now, every improvement of one percentage point is very difficult to improve.

The other tasks, the primary writing task has not been completed, and the primary Yashe task has not been moved. Now, the calligraphy task that Zhong Yue is working hard and approved by Jin Nong is also dark and silent.

But he was thinking about one question, which is what kind of situation would it be if his proficiency exceeds 100%. Is his calligraphy attainments higher than Jin Nong? It is unlikely.

"Brother, your handwriting is so ugly."

The little baby was wearing a bare butt egg, wearing only a little long vest. He looked down at Zhong Yue’s four words and giggled. Zhong Yue was not angry, and touched his head, "Do you write well?"

The little doll was a little dark and shook her head, "My grandpa can write. Look at this, how beautiful it is. Big brother, you wrote it, it's flat, like a big fat man with a short winter melon."

"Xiaofeng, come here and drink some water."

"Oh, here we come." The little doll smiled, "Big brother, I'm leaving."

The barefoot mountain kid was not afraid of stepping on the stones, so he walked in the field and walked through it.

"You are asked to wear shoes, where have you taken off your shoes? Your dad will hit you again later!"

Shanwazi blushed and said, "Dahuang took it away."

...

Zhong Yue looked at the harmonious pastoral farmhouse scenery in the distance, sorted out the rice paper, and received it in his schoolbag. He walked around for a long time and continued to travel around the mountains and rivers.

A peach stream flowed down from the mountain stream. Zhong Yue was a little hungry, so he sat by the stream, washed his hands, took out the steamed buns, slapped the cooked bacon, and ate it with relish.

The sound of birds singing in the forest was endless. After Zhong Yue finished eating, he drank a sip of water.

He was very satisfied with the harvest today.

Why bother to care about what others think? Even if I am the only one in the world, I will write lacquer books.

Admiration for one's own,

So what's wrong?
Chapter completed!