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Chapter 21 Practice Calligraphy Inspection

The afternoon sun climbs up the window lattice.

The mottled oblique shadow was reflected in the corner of the house.

It was a good time to sleep at this time. Yuan Gun Gun and Chicken were lying in the soft animal fur, motionless as the oblique shadow that penetrated the window sill shone on them.

Gongliang seemed to be very diligent. He took a roll of animal skins and used homemade charcoal to record the Eastern script he had learned about the accent of part a according to the order of the twenty-six English letters, and wrote in Huangwen

Correspondingly, he also explained the meaning in Huangwen next to him. If Huangwen was not enough, he would also add some simplified characters from the previous life. At this time, only he could understand the record comparing Huangwen and Dongtu characters.

, if others want to see it, they can only guess.

Migu has nothing to do, it's so boring.

Now she had no interest at all in the unicorn fairy next to her who kept flattering her. Suddenly she saw Yuan Gungun sleeping, and immediately flew over and grabbed its short tail, pulling it and started playing with it.

Yuan Gungun was woken up by her. He looked up and saw that it was Mi Gu, so he tucked his tail under his buttocks and continued to sleep.

When it is sleeping, for some reason, its ears always move and look very cute.

Migu became interested in its fluffy ears again, so he flew over and grabbed its ears and pulled them.

Yuan Gungun didn't want to pay attention to her, but he couldn't help but she kept pulling on his ears, and suddenly he yelled angrily: "Mi Gu, if you touch my ears again, be careful I bite you."

"I'm not afraid." Mi Gu stood on its plump body and said with arms akimbo, "If you dare to bite me, I will spit out your juices."

At this time, Yuan Gungun's threatening words immediately died down. He couldn't fight again and again, and he was so annoyed that he ran to complain, "Gongliang, Mi Gu always pulls my ears and won't let me sleep."

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Gong Liang, who was memorizing something, was annoyed and said, "You have to sleep all day long, so can't you do something? Go ahead."

However, this little guy Mi Gu was also too energetic. After thinking for a moment, he took out an animal skin and spread it out, then took a newly bought small brush and said, "Mi Gu, come here, daddy will teach you how to write."

Mi Gu flew over curiously.

"Daddy will teach you how to write nonsense, otherwise you won't know anything." Gongliang wrote a word on the paper and asked the little guy to write it.

Compared with Dongtu characters, Huangwen is a bit more primitive and belongs to the category of hieroglyphics. Sometimes you can understand the meaning when you look at the characters without reading them. But it is also more complicated. Writing is like drawing, but it is very

As for the little guy's appetite, I guess he treated the writing as drawing. The brush was too soft, and the little guy was a little uncomfortable. He lay on the table for a long time before he could completely write the words taught by Dad.

As soon as he finished writing, the little guy shouted happily: "Daddy, can you see what I wrote?"

Gongliang glanced at her wild writing, which was like a ghostly drawing, and was speechless for a moment. But children should be encouraged, not scolded, otherwise they would lose the motivation to study, so he praised: "Our Migu is awesome."

"Daddy, I'm so awesome." The little guy said arrogantly: "Gungun can't write, Xiaoji can't write, Jiaojiao can't write, and Duoji can't write. None of them can write, only Ou can."

I am the best at writing."

The little guy danced with joy when he thought that he was better than them all.

Yuan Gungun, who was about to go back to sleep, felt unhappy when he heard her words. He walked over and looked at Huangwen, and felt that it was not difficult, so he shouted: "Gongliang, I also want to write."

"Um"

Gong Liang looked at Yuan Gungun and didn't know what to say. He thought to himself: Why do you, a little panda, learn this?

But since it was so open-minded and eager to learn, he had no reason to refuse, so he went to spread out a piece of animal skin and gave it a brush. Yuan Gungun moved his little fat buttocks and sat on the chair, and poked the ink with the tip of the pen.

I grabbed it and started writing on the paper.

After a while, Gong Liang's eyes bulged out from his eyes. He thought that with this guy's messy pen-grabbing posture, the words he wrote would definitely not look good.

I didn't expect to write better than him. It's true that pandas cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

Next to him, Mi Gu saw that Yuan Gungun's writing was better than his own, and he immediately became unhappy and started writing on the animal skin again. The two guys seemed to be competing, you write and I write too. But Mi Gu's writing is getting worse and worse.

But Yuan Gungun got better and better as he wrote. Gradually, when he raised the brush, the public seemed to see a gentle, quiet, plump, graceful woman, stretching out her jade-like wrists to write on the table.

A piece of ink text.

But when she got off the chair, she instantly returned to reality. The fool was still the same fool. She was not a gentle woman, it was just an illusion.

Mi Gu looked at the words he had written on the paper, and then at Gungun, and realized that what he had written was so ugly. He immediately pursed his lips and looked at Dad eagerly, almost crying.

Gong Liang quickly comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry. If we continue to practice, we will definitely write better than it."

"Well," Mi Gu nodded. She must write better than Gungun.

It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is very cruel. Although she made progress next, Yuan Gungun's progress was obvious, and she gradually formed her own style. The fonts looked so gentle and soft.

It turns out it was written by a panda.

Gongliang couldn't help but sigh: It's a pity for this guy. He mistakenly cast himself into a panda fetus in this life. If he cast himself into the human race, although he may not necessarily be a noble girl, but he can always be known as a talented girl!

After that, he went to consult his master in the morning and wrote the words he learned on animal skin rolls in the afternoon. Later, when he bought paper, he copied it onto the paper and bound it into a book. In his free time, he also taught Mi Gu and Yuan Gungun

Writing and writing makes my life quite leisurely.

Little Mi Gu is born with an active temper. He can't write quietly without anyone to accompany him.

Fortunately, with Yuan Gungun beside him as an example and encouragement, the little guy is much calmer.

Although Yuan Gungun is usually lazy, he is not vague at all when doing things, even writing, which is much better than Gong Liang's lazy character.

After all, their free time was limited, and after a few days, it was time for them to go on patrol. The leader, Simao, took them to the warehouse to receive weapons, armor, and shields for patrolling, and then introduced a tribal elite to them, "This is the superior

Elite Daohan, you are new to the temple and there are many things you don’t understand, so let him guide you and the Stone Tribe people first, and then you will have to rely on yourselves."

"Here," everyone responded in unison.

Putting on armor and carrying spears, the group of them walked out of the tribal station and came to Beijiekou to meet up with the elites of the Shi tribe.

Gong Liang, the elite of the Shi tribe, also knew people, namely Shi Meng who went to the tribe last time, and some Shi tribe people who went to Dayan last time, but they were not familiar with them.

The two teams met and began patrolling North Street. In fact, it was very simple, just walking up and down the street to see if anyone was causing trouble.

If someone makes trouble, they will be arrested directly, thrown into the iron prison of the temple, and held for ten or eight days before being released.

However, fearing the majesty of the temple, generally no one dares to cause trouble inside, so the inspection is very easy.

ps: I made a mistake yesterday. Instead of sorting by aoe, iuu and other letters, I sorted by English letters such as abde and so on. I will correct it here.


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