Yan Laoer is really serious, he takes practicing calligraphy seriously.
He didn't even notice that his daughter was approaching, so he was concentrating on his work.
At this moment, I heard my daughter praising him, and I was quite proud: "That is, your father either doesn't do it, or if he does it, he must do it carefully and not fool around at all. Look, I think the word 'after' is written very well, especially at the end." One stroke, do you see the tip of the stroke?"
In order to save paper and not leave traces.
Yan Laoer found a big stone to practice calligraphy.
The brush is dipped in clean water and it dries shortly after writing, perfect.
"Dad, if you write this on paper, it will definitely penetrate the back of the paper." Yan Yu said seriously.
Yan Laoer thought something was wrong, "What do you mean? I'm writing too hard?"
Yan Yu giggled happily. Seeing that her father was about to get angry, Fang stopped and said, "Fortunately, uncle didn't go this way, otherwise you wouldn't have passed the test of holding a pen."
"I made an agreement with your uncle that he is not allowed to watch me until I practice well." Yan Laoer said proudly.
Yan Yu was very impressed: "Dad! I found that you handle my uncle very well!"
Yan Laoer sighed: "I just rely on the fact that your uncle loves his younger brother. That Yan Laoer is so blessed that he doesn't know how to be blessed."
With such a good brother, what else can you do?!
I think of you in everything, and every little bit of good change makes Lao Yan happy.
It's just that Lao Yan is like an ancient patriarch, he likes things but doesn't care about his appearance. Only by observing more carefully can he discover the deep love hidden under his unsmiling smile.
Yan Yu: "Dad, this is Taige style. Imperial examinations, memorials and official documents are mostly copied in this font. Some people comment that this font has no characteristics, is black and round, and looks the same to thousands of people. However, this font is very useful. Guang Guang, uncle is really well-intentioned."
Yan Laoer: "How do you know?"
Before Yan Yu could speak, he said: "I know, what novel did you read about it from?"
Yan Yu was overtaken by the answer and still smiled and said: "Correct answer! But there is no reward, hahaha!"
"Dad, let me teach you how to hold a pen first." Yan Yu skillfully held the pen in his hand.
After correcting it several times, Yan Laoer managed to learn how to hold a pen.
"Then what?" Yan Laoer asked.
Then Yan Yu took out an inkstone, ink sticks and water from the small backpack behind him.
"It's okay for you to use a big stone to practice calligraphy now. If you write on paper, the ink will be sharpened. How much water should you add, and to what extent...
Dad, please call me when you practice calligraphy. My uncle is not here anyway, so I will just teach you and complete the homework assigned by your uncle." She also has daily homework to write big characters.
Yan Laoer nodded.
After a while, Li Xuemei also came over.
She brought her own small stool. After knowing that Lao Yan would not come to check on the post, she decisively took out the second manuscript and read silently.
Yan Huaiwen watched the family of three from a distance, reading and practicing calligraphy, making progress together.
My nose was sore and I pressed my eyes with my sleeve.
He adjusted his breathing and said to his children: "You two, don't bother me. It's very difficult for your second uncle to calm down and practice calligraphy."
As for his younger siblings and Erya, they probably went over to accompany him because they were worried that he wouldn't be able to persist.
Daya cooked the lunch for lunch. She saw that her second uncle seemed to like making porridge.
Then he followed suit, minced the meat, added chopped wild vegetables, and added some seasonings that his uncle had put aside.
Others were disappointed. Yan Huaiwen felt that today's porridge was a bit off.
Daya’s craftsmanship is not as good as Tianyou’s.
After lunch, Yan Yu's family continued to study.
It was rare that her uncle didn't ask her to go to class, so Yan Yu hurriedly took her personal belongings and started copying "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions" from the manuscript.
Yan Laoer gave half of the big stone to her.
Yan Yu stopped to rest after writing for a while, and Li Xuemei took over again. The two of them cooperated and did not feel too tired.
When the three brothers of the Qi family woke up, they did not come to Yan Laoer immediately. Instead, they found a lot of suitable firewood nearby.
The three of them were full and strong, and soon filled three baskets before they came over.
When they got closer, they didn't dare to go past.
True scholar, Yan Laoer.
It was Yan Yu who had sharp eyes and saw them.
He shouted in a clear voice: "Uncle Qi! Fourth Uncle Qi! Fifth Uncle Qi!"
The brothers from the Qi family hurriedly responded and held it in for a long time: "Erya is so good."
Yan Laoer took a look, it was a savior!
He was a little annoyed while writing.
"Here we come, oh! We have prepared so much, but we are still walking in the same place as yesterday." As he stood up, he asked his daughter: "My daughter, keep this copybook for daddy."
"Don't worry, Dad!" Yan Yu agreed.
Seeing her father walking away, she picked up the water pen, followed her uncle's copybook, and wrote two words on the big stone.
"Mom, who do you think is better at writing, me or dad?" Yan Yu asked.
Li Xuemei glanced at it and said, "Your father wrote better."
Seeing that my daughter was surprised when she heard this, she added, "Your father is a kind man, serious in his work, and able to bear his temper. This font suits him well."
Firstly, you are young and don’t have enough writing power; secondly, you have a loose temper and do not want to be constrained by this box, so it is inevitable that some of your strokes will be exposed.”
is that so?
Yan Yu didn't feel it himself.
"Mom, why did I escape?" She refused.
Li Xuemei raised her eyelids and said, "I don't know how old you are actually. You pretend to be a child every day, and you are about to become a real child."
"You're pretty good at running script, and your uncle probably noticed that, so he lets you practice regular script more often."
Yan Yu: "Shouldn't I be allowed to practice running script?"
"The running script is between regular script and cursive script. The regular script is more practical. Your uncle writes this kind of script. The cursive script is too messy. How many people can understand it? Your father and mother can't appreciate it anyway." After practicing the ghost painting charm,
When I write something in the future, the two of them are not going to stare at each other.
"Oh!" Yan Yu understood. It didn't matter what she practiced, as long as she could write.
"Mom, what font are you going to practice?"
"I won't practice." Li Xuemei answered quickly.
Yan Yu:???
Li Xuemei smiled and said: "Why should I practice calligraphy? When I turn around and copy the simple calligraphy, who can blame me for the lack of strokes and strokes? As long as I can understand it myself."
Yan Yu's eyes widened and she complained: "Mom, why are you so shameless?"
Dad and I have worked hard to practice calligraphy, why don't you practice?
Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!
"There's really something to write about, and it's not about 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 with Yan Lao Er here.
This time, Yan Laoer said to the three of them in a rough voice: "The four of us must take turns. Do you listen to me?"
"Listen!" the three of them said in unison.
"Okay then, Brother Qi and I will go together, and the fourth brother Qi and the fifth brother Qi will go together, and we'll take turns in pairs."
There were a lot of piles of burned soil this time, and together with the scattered piles they had picked up before, there were seven piles, covering the whole area by the stream.
Yan Laoer and Qi Dashou went to Qi Si and Qi Wu to exchange.
When he arrived at his home, he heard his eldest brother and the village elders say: "...It's almost time to rest. I'll set off early tomorrow morning and reach Guanzhou as soon as possible, so I can feel at ease."
