The sun is getting higher, and when I return to a familiar home, where the whole family is lively together, this home is considered complete.
Yunmu went to arrange lunch, while Yunlin and Yunshan urged Yunjing to write. They wanted to see what their names looked like.
In fact, they have seen their own names. After all, every household has a household registration, but their child is now a scholar. Can he write it the same?
Yunjing is also happy to 'show off' in front of his family, making them happy and himself happy too.
When he came back from town, Yunjing brought back the book box. When he went to the fields to find his family, he hid the book box behind the house.
Taking it out this time, Yunjing opened the book box in front of his grandfather and father. There were all pens, inks, paper and inkstones inside. In addition, there were the two books from his studies. He even brought back a piece of paper that he usually practiced with.
Slate for writing.
Although he has gone home, Yunjing's requirement for himself is to still practice calligraphy every day.
Maybe not practicing calligraphy for a day or two seems like nothing, but practicing calligraphy is a continuous process. If you slack off for one day, it may take three days to make up for the progress. If you slack off for a long time, regression is inevitable, so even if you insist on practicing every day
The progress in writing was too small to be noticed, and he would not put down the pen in his hand to let himself slack off.
After finally developing the habit of practicing calligraphy and studying every day, Yunjing didn't want to spoil himself just because he came home...
"This is the book. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones. I recognize them all when I have seen them." Looking at the book box opened by Yun Jing, the old Yun Lin said in a very complicated tone.
Those things were extremely valuable to him in the past. Although he had seen them before, he had only glanced at them from a distance. This was the first time he had seen them at such a close distance.
Yunshan was very confused and scratching his head. He looked at everything in Yunjing's book box and wanted to touch it, but he was afraid of damaging it. He looked quite funny.
Yunjing didn't think his father's appearance was funny, he even felt a little sad in his heart. Originally, these things were "ordinary" items, but in the eyes of people like his father, they were precious items that he didn't even have the courage to touch.
Picking up the two books with his own hands, Yunjing stuffed one into the hands of his grandfather and father respectively. He smiled and said: "Grandpa, dad, you see, these are the books I usually study. One contains etiquette content, and the other side contains etiquette content."
It’s a word we need to learn now.”
Yun Lin and Yun Shan were bewildered by Yun Jing's move. They hurriedly took the books, as if they were afraid of damaging them if they moved too much.
"This is the book," Yun Lin held the book in his rough hands and murmured after calming down a little. He carefully opened the page. Although he couldn't understand the content at all, he squinted his eyes to read it.
Intoxicated.
Yunshan was similar to him. He looked at the book in his hand in surprise and confusion, carefully opened it to read the content, and even smelled the ink. That way, not to mention how 'happy' it was.
To put it bluntly, it's worth it for people like them to be able to touch books with their own hands in this life...
Next to him, Xiao Yundong was at the age where he was fearless and curious about everything. When no one paid attention to him, he wanted to go through Yun Jing's book box.
Yunjing didn't stop him either. Both books were in the hands of his grandfather and father. Other things couldn't be damaged even if they were touched a few times. Even the fragile paper would be difficult for the two-year-old little Yundong to tear.
Not so easy.
He didn't stop him, but Yunshan panicked. He was afraid that Xiao Yundong would damage Yunjing's things, so he immediately reached out and knocked off Xiao Yundong's hand and scolded: "Don't touch it. If your brother breaks it, you can't afford it!"
"
Xiao Yundong was startled, his mouth dropped and he burst into tears.
Yunjing quickly comforted him and said to Yunshan, dumbfounded: "Dad, what are you talking about? They are all home-made things and are not in the way. Moreover, these things are not that fragile. It will be fine if Xiaodong plays with them for a while."
"That won't work. These things are very valuable. Dong'er doesn't know anything, and his hands and feet are useless. What should I do if they are damaged?" Yun Lin also said.
Regarding valuable items such as books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, he obviously had the same idea as Yunshan.
Neither his grandfather nor his father were on his side. Although he received comfort from his brother, Xiao Yundong still cried and ran to find his mother...
Yunjing was helpless. His family's deep-rooted thinking could not be changed by just a few words.
At this time, Yunlin and Yunshan were also addicted to touching books, and they carefully returned the books to Yunjing.
Then Yunshan looked at the slate in Yunjing's book box and said doubtfully: "Xiaojing, are you stupid from studying? What are you doing with a slate? Are you always ready to fight with others? Let me tell you
, just study hard and don’t become a bad student.”
Emotional Yunshan took the slate Yunjing used to practice calligraphy as a brick for fighting...
"Dad, that's the slate I use to practice calligraphy. I usually dip it in water and write on it. This saves a lot of paper and ink, and the effect of practicing calligraphy is the same," Yun Jing explained patiently.
Yun Shan blushed, but in order to maintain his father's dignity, he held his neck and said firmly: "I know, I just remind you not to imitate bad children and fight."
Not wanting to expose him, Yun Jing simply took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put it on the dining table, spread out the paper and pressed it with a paperweight, then ground the ink, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote the word "Yun Jing" on the white paper.
, and then said: "Grandpa, dad, you see, this is my name, Yunjing."
Paper is undoubtedly precious, but in order to write something for his family to see, Yunjing didn't even hesitate!
During this process, Yun Lin and Yun Shan watched silently, not daring to express their anger for fear of disturbing Yun Jing.
When the cloud scene was finished, they opened their eyes and read it carefully.
Yunlin's face glowed red, and he felt extremely satisfied that his grandson could write and read.
Yunshan pretended to understand and commented: "Well, not bad, the writing is really good."
"Dad, how can I be so good? I'm still far from it. In the words of Master, my handwriting is like a dog crawling, and I can't stand people." Yunjing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yunshan was dumbfounded and murmured: "Isn't this good enough?"
"Where is this? I want to write well, but I still have a long way to go," Yun Jing said with a smile.
Scratching his head, Yunshan said: "Whether you can write well or not has anything to do with whether you can walk or not?"
Yunjing: "..."
Not prepared to argue with his father, Yunjing asked his grandfather and father: "Grandpa, dad, do you want me to write your names out?"
"If you want it, write it quickly, write it quickly," Yunshan urged.
So Yunjing continued writing on that piece of paper.
When he wrote his name before, he wrote his name in the middle and lower part of the paper. Now he picked up the pen again and wrote the word "Yunlin" at the top and "Yunlin" below the two words.
The two characters "山", followed by the three characters "Jiang Susu", followed by his own, and then he wrote Yundong's name after his own name.
After writing, he pointed at each one and said: "Grandpa, this is your name, then dad's, then mom's, this is mine, this is Yundong's, our family's names are all on it."
"Well, not bad, a family should stay together," Yun Lin said happily, stroking his beard.
Yunshan rubbed his hands and asked Yunjing, "Xiaojing, do you still want this piece of paper with our family's name written on it?"
"Dad, why are you asking this?" Yunjing asked curiously.
Scratching his head, Yunshan said: "What I mean is, if you don't want it, just give it to me. I'll keep it at home and take it out to read when I have nothing to do. This is the first time my son has written in front of us.
, you have to keep it well.”
In fact, what Yunshan was thinking was that after Yunjing went to town to study, he would carry this piece of paper around the village. When he saw people, he would take it out and tell others that it was written by his son. Look, is it written well?
Very good? This is my name, this is the name of our family. If anyone dares to say something bad, I will not show it to you. You know what the heck...
Not understanding his father's little thoughts, Yunjing handed the paper to Yunshan and said, "Dad, take it if you want it. I don't want this one either."
The paper here is a precious thing, but it also depends on who it is to. There is no doubt that for people like Li Qiu, paper is just an ordinary item. Although he does not let Yunjing waste paper, he prepared it for Yunjing.
There is a lot of paper, so the cloud scene is really worthy of this one.
Yunshan quickly put it away, folded it carefully and put it in his arms, then asked Yunjing: "Xiaojing, apart from these, what other words have you learned?"
"Dad, if you want to read it, I'll write it to you one by one, just like practicing calligraphy," Yun Jing said with a smile.
Then, he laid out a new piece of paper, dipped his brush in ink, and started writing from the beginning, word by word, writing all the words he had learned so far on the paper.
He has a photographic memory, so he doesn't even need to read the book.
When writing, he would explain how to read each word and what it meant, fully satisfying the curiosity and thirst for knowledge of his grandfather and father.
After studying in the school for a month, Yunjing learned more than 300 characters. He couldn't write "small characters" and it took him eight pages to write all the characters he had learned.
Learning more than 300 words in one month may seem exaggerated, but after personal experience, Yunjing feels it is normal.
They spend most of the day reading, writing, and practicing calligraphy. The teacher takes the trouble to teach, and the students write over and over again. If they cannot learn to write well, they will be beaten. In addition, although they are all children, they study very hard.
Under such high pressure, it is quite normal to learn more than 300 words in a month.
The children here, no matter how young they are, understand the importance of learning. They are all studying hard for fear of falling behind. It is not like Yunjing's previous life. For some students, studying is like killing them.
Just the same, if you can perfunctory, do it. If you are forced to learn, you won't be happy...
As the saying goes, there are people outside the world. Yunjing has been in the school for more than a month and knows very well how 'monstrous' some guys are. Some families have good families and have hired people to teach their children early. The kind who can read a thousand words at the age of three and memorize them at the age of five.
Poetry, and the ability to read books on his own at the age of seven. Although there are many such people, there are still a few in the school.
In comparison, the cloudscape is nothing.
In the current social situation, people's thirst for knowledge is beyond the imagination of those in Yunjing's previous life...
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