I rely on opening a pharmaceutical factory to send my sick husband to the imperial examination Chapter Forty-Five: Picking up the Pen and Practicing Calligraphy
Chapter Forty-Five: Picking up the Pen and Practicing Calligraphy
If you take the green dumplings in a jar, their shape will not change no matter how bumpy the road is.
Luo's mother helped her put the filled jars into the backpack and stack them so that a lot of things could be put on them.
Shen Yue then freed up her hand to look at the medicinal juice in the frying pan. At this time, all the medicinal properties had been precipitated and turned into a dark brown color. She checked it with her hand and found that the temperature was just right for the palatability.
If you leave it for a while, the effect of the medicine will not be so strong.
She poured the concoction into a bowl, told Luo Mu to rest early, picked up the green dumplings beside the stove and plunged into the back room.
Before entering the door, Shen Yue did not forget to hide the green ball in her hand behind her back, and then entered the house.
However, Luo Qingjiu saw every move and couldn't help but feel curious. However, the moment Shen Yue entered the door, she picked up the book and looked like she was studying seriously.
Shen Yue saw such a scene when she entered the room. A clear young man was lying on his back on the bed, his long and white fingers gently turning the pages of the book, his eyes full of concentration.
Seeing Luo Qingjiu's serious look, she couldn't bear to interrupt, but the concoction would get cold if she added it any longer.
Shen Yue could only walk lightly and walked to the bed. Her voice was even softer, "Mr. sir, get up and drink the medicine first. After drinking the medicine, warm up the book."
At this time, Luo Qingjiu seemed to have just noticed that Shen Yue had come in. She reluctantly put down the book and raised her hand to gently rub her eyebrows, showing off her bookish aura.
It is said in the storybook that girls like weak scholars, so this should be fine for him, right?
"Please help me, madam." Luo Qingjiu's eyelashes trembled slightly to hide the tension in her eyes, and she raised her hand and waited for Shen Yue to help him.
"Ah... okay!" Shen Yue was stunned again.
Don’t you know that he looks very attractive like this?
She quickly put the concoction away, put one hand on Luo Qingjiu's back, and covered his raised hand with the other, suppressing the fawn in her heart and holding him up with both hands.
Shen Yue was afraid that he would be uncomfortable sitting, so she put the pillow upright for him to lean on, and asked, "Is it comfortable for your husband to sit like this? Do you need me to put something else behind you?"
"No, that's fine."
Luo Qingjiu was very satisfied. It seemed that these words were not all lies!
"Master, please drink the medicine. I will give you something after you drink it." Shen Yue handed the bowl to him and watched him drink it.
Luo Qingjiu hated the bitter taste of the medicine, so he had to drink it in order to get better soon.
Holding her breath, she poured it into her stomach in one gulp. The remaining concoction spread bitterness in her mouth, and Luo Qingjiu almost lost control of her expression management.
At this time, a delicate little hand handed over a small green dumpling, "Mr., try it!"
Shen Yue watched from the side, waiting for him to finish drinking the medicine and hand it over to him. This would be sweet!
Only then did Luo Qingjiu see clearly that what was hidden was a small green dumpling. She took a bite to suppress the bitter medicinal taste in her mouth, and couldn't help but admire her daughter-in-law's craftsmanship!
The small green dumplings are very sweet, and the sweetness becomes even stronger when you take the second bite.
Luo Qingjiu lowered her eyes and looked at "Tianzao!"
"Yes, yes, I made it especially for my husband. This one is stuffed with sweet dates." Shen Yue said with a hint of embarrassment.
"It's so sweet! It's so sweet that it fills your heart." Luo Qingjiu looked straight at her and took another bite.
After Luo Qingjiu finished eating a green dumpling with satisfaction, Shen Yue cleaned his hands and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he bought during the day.
"Ms. sir, I heard that children's examinations require pens and paper. I bought some paper and pens from the shop. You can practice in advance. I will buy them when you use them up."
She laid out the things and pulled the table closer so that Luo Qingjiu would not have a hard time practicing.
Luo Qingjiu was distracted for a moment. It wasn't until his fingertips touched the rice paper on the table that he was convinced that he had really touched the pen and paper.
He couldn't help but ask himself, how long has it been since he touched paper and pen?
It seems that it was after his father joined the army, or after Shen Yue came to the family.
He only remembered that he had become the backbone of the family. His mother needed him, the family needed him for expenses, and he was needed for farming. He only painted on the ground during the slack time.
My husband often said that he was drowning his talent in this way, but he was no longer willing to buy such precious objects as paper and pen. Now that he had paper and pen in front of him, he had an unreal feeling.
While Luo Qingjiu was in a daze, Shen Yue had already polished the ink and reminded Luo Qingjiu to start writing.
"Mr. Sir, try it quickly and see if the pen and ink works well?"
Shen Yue moved a small stool and sat next to Luo Qingjiu, holding an ink stick in her hand, waiting for the ink to run out before grinding it. Today she will practice calligraphy with the boss for half an hour!
"good."
Only then did Luo Qingjiu come back to her senses, reached out and touched Shen Yue's furry little head, rolled up her sleeves and smoothed out the inscription.
Turning his wrist, and between the rise and fall of his pen, two columns of ink characters appeared on the paper.
Shen Yue looked over and saw that every word was strong, the strokes were strong, and the strokes were stretched and powerful.
"Good words!"
Although Shen Yue is familiar with many calligraphy styles, the one she is least familiar with is this cursive script.
Although she couldn’t understand what the font of dragons and phoenixes was written in, Shen Yue knew that it was only right to praise!
Sure enough, after Shen Yue finished praising her, Luo Qingjiu's writing seemed to be full of energy, and her writing flow did not stop at all.
Every time she dipped her pen into ink, Shen Yue was able to grind out evenly colored ink in a timely manner, and she quickly finished writing on three large pieces of rice paper.
Luo Qingjiu put down her pen, rubbed her sore wrist, and looked up to see Shen Yue still lowering her head and sharpening ink carefully.
He reached out and took the ink stick from Shen Yue's hand and put it aside, saying in an annoyed tone, "Okay, there's already a lot of ink. Aren't your hands sore after grinding for so long without stopping?"
"No, sir, practice for a while longer and I won't be tired." Shen Yue said and continued to grind.
She usually mixes and grinds medicine for several hours, so this little time is really nothing.
"No need, I've practiced a lot of calligraphy today."
Luo Qingjiu took her toner-stained little hand and rubbed her fingers around each knuckle, trying to relieve her some pain.
His big palm was warm and dry. Shen Yue's heart beat suddenly even harder when he rubbed it gently. She quickly withdrew her hand, stood up straight, and looked away awkwardly.
After a moment, he calmed down and said again, "Ms. sir, today... I have been practicing calligraphy for more than half an hour today. Sitting down any longer will not be conducive to recovery."
"Then please help me lie down." Luo Qingjiu looked at the red face of the person in front of her and suppressed the teasing thoughts that arose in her heart.
Shen Yue immediately started to move, taking off the pillow behind Luo Qingjiu and letting him lie flat on the bed, with the quilt pulled up to cover his waist.
After doing this, Shen Yue said that she would go to the kitchen to pack the things she would bring tomorrow, and then ran out of the back room, without even clearing the pen and paper on the table.
Looking at his wife's back as she trotted out, Luo Qingjiu rubbed her fingers, as if the soft touch in her palms was still there.
Luo Qingjiu curled her lips and smiled, why is his wife so cute!