Ruyi's writing is not as good as Ping'an's, but I still write very seriously, probably because the word "ruyi" is more difficult to write.
Ruyi asked: "Uncle Chen, why is it harder to write my name."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it's because it's harder to achieve good things than peace."
"Uncle Chen didn't say why it was difficult."
"Already said."
Chen Changsheng smiled and didn't explain much.
Ruyi was puzzled. She felt that Uncle Chen wanted to talk about it even though he didn't say it. She couldn't understand it, so she just stopped thinking about it and wrote with peace of mind.
Ping An's name is simpler, so I learned it in one morning.
"I can."
Ping An said, and he looked at Chen Changsheng in front of him, as if expecting him to say something.
"Peace is great."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "But writing is actually not that easy."
Ping An blinked, somewhat understanding.
Chen Changsheng said: "Come here."
He led them to the table.
Ruyi and Ping An watched him spread the paper on the table.
Chen Changsheng raised his hands and held his sleeves, then picked up his pen, licked his ink, and wrote the words "peace" and "ruyi" on the paper.
Ruyi and Ping An were stunned for a moment.
Ruyi opened her mouth and said: "Uncle Chen's handwriting is more beautiful."
"Try?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Ruyiba smacked her lips and said, "Mother said, paper is very expensive."
"It doesn't matter, Chen has a lot more." Chen Changsheng said.
Ruyi wanted to try it, but he retracted his outstretched hand and shook his head.
"Why did you put down your hand again?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Ruyi said: "My mother told me that you can't use other people's things in vain. Ruyi has nothing to exchange with Uncle Chen."
Chen Changsheng paused, shook his head and said, "No need to change."
Ruyi still shook her head, she picked up a branch on the ground and said with a smile: "This is pretty good."
Pingan stood aside and asked softly: "Sister, why not?"
Ruyi touched his head and said, "Ping An, you are still young, so you don't understand."
Ping An nodded, he only knew that what Sister A said was right.
Chen Changsheng sighed in his heart, wondering how there could be such a sensible girl.
He didn't force it, but sat aside and watched the siblings write their names on the piece of land.
At noon, Wang Sanniang came back and made some food for the two children, which were pancakes steamed from wheat bran.
"Brother Chen is teaching them how to write." Wang Sanniang was stunned for a moment.
"Teach them to write their names." Chen Changsheng said with a smile.
Wang Sanniang looked at the name written on the ground and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
She murmured: "It's so well written."
"The main thing is that they are interested." Chen Changsheng said.
Wang Sanniang said: "As a mother, I can't read either, and his father passed away early, so I don't know how to write my own name until now."
As Wang Sanniang sighed, her eyes turned a little red, but that was all, and she did not shed a single tear.
"Thank you so much, Brother Chen."
Chen Changsheng said: "It's just a matter of raising your hand. Wang Sanniang is being polite."
Wang Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down her mind, and then asked again: "Ruyi and Ping'an didn't cause trouble to Brother Chen, did they?"
"They are all very well behaved."
"That's good."
Wang Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out two wheat bran pancakes from her arms, "They are just steamed. Brother Chen, don't dislike them."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "Keep it for these two children. You don't have much food left at home, so you have to keep some."
Wang Sanniang shook her head and insisted on stuffing the wheat bran cake to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng had no choice but to accept it.
I took a bite and tasted it.
The taste of this wheat bran pancake is actually not good, it is dry and astringent, and even a little difficult to swallow, but for Chen Changsheng, eating is not what he eats.
He looked at the two children in the courtyard and saw them holding the wheat bran pancakes and eating them with gusto.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel that this wheat bran pancake was delicious.
This is not correct either.
It should be delicious to begin with.
Wang Sanniang only came here for a while and brought some food to Yanhuanglou.
Chen Changsheng was sitting in the courtyard reading a book, while the two children beside him were practicing calligraphy.
These days are quite comfortable.
…
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door.
Chen Changsheng thought it was Yanhuang Tower who had returned, so he went to open the door.
Unexpectedly, there was a surprising person standing at the door.
Behind that man was an old man with a feminine face. He was quite skilled in martial arts, but his energy and blood were a little strange. He was probably from the palace.
After seeing these two people, Chen Changsheng said: "Let's talk outside, there are children inside."
Yan Ruchu was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ruyi Ping An in the courtyard, and then nodded.
After Chen Changsheng went out, he closed the door, took two steps aside and asked, "Is that the scholar who told you that I was here?"
Yan Ruchu immediately knelt down and said: "Ruchu, meet Mr. Chen."
The old man behind him also knelt down when he saw this.
He didn't know who this person was, but since he was a person that all young masters had to respect, he had to respect him too.
Chen Changsheng just glanced at it and said calmly: "Stand up and talk."
Yan Ruchu stood up and said: "When I first saw him in the palace, I thought it was just a dream. Now many years have passed, and I never thought that Mr. Chen has not changed at all..."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said, "There is no need to mention the past. You only need to tell me why you came to see Chen."
Yan Ruchu paused for a moment.
He seemed to feel that Mr. Chen's attitude toward him was not good, and he didn't know why.
Seeing that he was silent, Chen Changsheng said, "If nothing happens, Chen will go in and read."
"Mr. Chen..."
Yan Ruchu then spoke: "Ruchu came here first to visit Mr., and secondly... secondly to ask..."
"The String Thing."
Chen Changsheng said: "Then the scholar should be counted, right?"
Yan Ruchu opened her mouth, shook her head and said, "Mr. Zhu can't do anything. He said that the string instrument was deceived by heaven, so..."
Chen Changsheng was heartbroken after hearing this.
Maybe it's because he had some contact with string music in the first place, so this makes sense.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and thought of something, so he said, "Chen can help you with your fortune telling."
"But there are some things that Chen needs to tell you."
Yan Ruchu said: "Mr. Chen, please speak."
"Chen has a friend who often sets up a tea stall in Qingshan City. I heard from him that there are often officers and soldiers eating and drinking for free, and there are also soldiers in your military camp."
Yan Ruchu was startled when he heard this. He was about to speak, but heard Chen Changsheng continue.
"Chen also heard that someone once sold cooking cakes on the street, but the soldier didn't take the money. The seller of cooking cakes chased him and asked for money, but was beaten up. He reported it to the official, but the government did nothing. When he came back at night, he
The man selling cooking cakes was beaten to death."
"Your 80,000-strong army said a single word of justice, but Chen didn't even notice it."
Yan Ruchu's back felt cold, his face darkened, he turned around and asked, "Is this really the case?"