The Farmer Girl Who Traveled Time
Chapter 8 (Pefect of Calligraphy)

The next morning, Feng Dahua pulled Feng Xiaobao out of the blanket early.

Feng Xiaobao looked outside still dark, and said flirtatiously: "Mother, master, time has passed, what time is it now, please let me sleep for a while." Feng Dahua slapped Feng Xiaobao's butt, "Sleep, why don't you sleep

It's late, it's your first day of school today, go early to make a good impression on your husband. ”In Feng Dahua's heart, anyone who can read it is amazing, and the person who teaches reading is a famous big shot In front of the characters, etiquette must be done well.

There was no other way, Feng Xiaobao had no choice but to get up to wash his clothes, put on the small cloth bag that his mother stitched for him last night, and get out. Feng Xiaobao thought his master had not woken up at this time, but he did not expect that he had already sat down in front of the table and wrote. There was no one in the school, only a boy kneeling before a desk to see the writing master.

Feng Xiaobao raised his foot to enter very gently, and quietly found a small table in the middle and sat on the ground.

Wang Xian was teaching his youngest son Xie Chun to learn calligraphy, and he woke up in Mao every day to teach. The family had fallen, and now only the youngest son was with him, and the youngest son was all his sustenance.To prevent him from spending his entire life in this village, he had been teaching Xie Chun strictly since he was a child, and hope that he will become a talent someday.

Wang Xian looked at Feng Xiaobao as soon as he entered the door, and when he wrote the word "Zheng" with an iron bone, he called out to him: "Xiaobao, come forward." Put it on the table, and say: "Hello

, sir."

Wang Xian handed the three books to Feng Xiaobao, and said to him: "This is what we usually teach. You can take it well, but you can prepare your own pen. Paper and ink.

" there's still time to get this ready." Feng Xiaobao lowered his head, there is no way to sell this paper and ink in the village, if you want to buy it, you can only go to Wanqing City. But the last time I went shopping with my older brother, I asked about the price of pens, paper, and ink, and it was very expensive, even more expensive than the tuition.

"The resources in the village are limited, so it is rather difficult to prepare everything. If you don't mind, I can give you a pair of pens and ink."

Wang Xian followed with a smile: "Of course it's true, this is my youngest son Xie Chun, you can practice calligraphy with him every day when you come to Mao Hearing this, Feng

Xiaobao looked at Xie Chun, he was a very thin and reserved boy, he gave a very good impression. Feng Xiaobao shook his small hand, and greeted Xie Chun with a smile: "Hi, this is the first time we have met. My name is Feng Xiaobao. "

Xie Chun is very shy. The children here are in too much contact with each other, so they have very few friends. This was the first time I met such an enthusiastic person like Feng Xiaobao, and I was also very happy, but with my father at the side, I could only slightly nod my head, "I'm Xie Chun, please give me your advice. ."

Wang Xian was very satisfied with Xie Chun's behavior, neither arrogant nor impetuous, this was everyone's attitude. "Chun'er, this is Xiaobao's first experience with brushes and ink, so you'll teach him how to grind and hold brushes. Calligraphy classes are here first, so you can go. "Listening to this, Xie Chun took on good things

and walk to the table below.Sit down. Feng Xiaobao frantically followed behind Xie Chun, and also went to Xie Chun's desk. The table is a long small table, and one table can serve two people.

Seeing the flattering expression on Feng Xiaobao's little black face, Xie Chun couldn't help but smile inwardly, and said gently, "I'll teach you how to grind first." Xie Chun taught for over an hour, and Feng Xiaobao

is only able to write italics when it is nearly Chen's working hours. This is not to blame on him, most modern people use oil pens and gel pens, it can be understood that writing with a brush is not good.

"Feng Xiaobao, you must use force with your hands and wrists."

"I am exerting strength." "Feng Xiaobao, you are using too much power.

You'll break the brush . " Xie Chun was really going to die from anger, she couldn't do it herself, and she blamed him for asking for too much. Thinking of directly holding tightly onto Feng Xiaobao's hand with his own, the character of "Heaven" appeared on the rice paper neatly and orderly, forming a striking contrast with the crooked character next to him.