The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

  Chapter 72 Preference

Meng Xuexue stroked his beard and smiled happily: "Well, yes, I have made great progress. However, to practice calligraphy, you must first master the correct method of holding and using the brush. Now the girl has mastered it very well. Next, you can start practicing by copying the inscriptions."

  Zhao Zhitong blinked and asked, "Sir, what are rubbings?"

  Meng Xuejiao smiled and said: "The inscription is a great calligrapher among the ancestors. The calligraphy carved on the stone was later rubbed down by the later generations with the method of rubbing the inscriptions, so that we can copy and learn."

   Seeing the little girl staring curiously, she said, "After school, come to my study."

"Yes, sir."

  Zhao Zhitong is very happy, she likes talking with her husband alone the most.

   Then he happily folded the written 'calligraphy', put it in the book, put his little hands behind his back, and listened carefully to the teacher's class.

  Zhao Yue no longer had friends who made small gestures with him in class and whispered to him, so he became obedient. Moreover, what Qiao Muchen said to him that day in the grove really hurt him.

  So, Qiao Muchen and Zhao Zhitong both actively answered questions and followed the reading aloud. In this enthusiastic learning atmosphere, for the first time, they listened carefully to a class.

  There are two classes in the summer afternoon, and the teacher in the middle will let them rest for a quarter of an hour. At this time, Zhao Zhitong stood up and ran to the teacher's study room.

  Mr.’s study room also has a lot of books, and he cherishes them very much. She often comes to help clean the bookshelf first.

  Seeing Zhao Zhitong running in, Meng Xue smiled and recruited her: "Come on, girl, come here."

  After speaking, he got up and took down a few books from the bookshelf, and said, "Here are a few inscriptions, including calligraphy inscriptions by Yu Shinan, Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, and Wang Xizhi. Do you want to practice, girl?"

  Zhao Zhitong's eyes were shining, and he ran forward happily, flipping through each book, his eyes shining: "Wow, they all write well."

   Then, looking at the gentleman, he said: "Sir, Tongtong doesn't understand much, so you can choose a book for Tongtong."

  Scholar Meng smiled cheerfully, and took out one of the books: "Here, Ouyang Xun's italic script, suitable for beginners to copy, easy to get started, beautiful and elegant, with hidden sharpness both inside and outside.

  When you have a certain level of calligraphy skills, then copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Wang Xizhi's calligraphy style is the most extreme, and he is revered as the "Sage of Calligraphy" by later generations, and the realm of running script is unmatched. It is the best. In the future, as long as you work harder, you will definitely gain something. "

  Zhao Zhitong's eyes were shining, and he admired the master of calligraphy that Mr. said. After happily taking the inscription, he hugged the baby in his arms, and said solemnly: "Thank you, sir, Tongtong must practice hard."

  Meng Xuexue touched his beard and smiled all over his face: "Okay, you can go."

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  Zhao Zhitong bid farewell to the husband, and ran back to his seat with the copybook in his arms.

  Qiao Muchen asked with little worry: "Tongtong, what did the master tell you to do? Didn't punish you?"

  Zhao Yue sat behind and gloated.

  Zhao Zhitong said cheerfully: "No, no, sir asked me to practice calligraphy well, and even gave me rubbings for me to practice."

  Then, Zhao Yue's voice came over: "It must be that Mr. thinks your handwriting is too ugly, and he really didn't see it, so he gave you the inscription."

  Zhao Zhitong glared at him angrily: "That's not it!"

  Zhao Yue: "That's right, that's right."

  Zhao Zhitong stretched out his small hand, and slapped Zhao Yue viciously on the head: "That's not it!"

  Zhao Zhitong's small fist seemed to hit Zhao Yue's head, but it didn't hurt at all. Therefore, Zhao Yue was not only not afraid, but made faces at her.

   Qiao Muchen on the side glared at Zhao Yue, and said to Zhao Zhitong: "Tongtong, ignore him, he is jealous of you."

  As if being punctured by someone, Zhao Yue blushed and yelled: "I'm jealous of her? Will I be jealous of her? My handwriting is much prettier than hers!"

  Zhao Zhitong stood in front of Zhao Yue, and said viciously: "Then how about we compare, one month, one month later, let's see whose font is the best, do you dare?"

  Zhao Yue snorted coldly, straightened his neck and said, "Who says I dare not, just compare! I will ask my father to buy me a lot of rubbings to practice when I go back!"

  Zhao Zhitong rolled his eyes at him and said: "You are so stupid, you have to be single-minded in doing things, you can't learn well if you are half-hearted. If you practice so many kinds at once, you will definitely not be good at any one in the end."

  Zhao Yue blushed: "Then, let me see what you practice. I also practice this kind of practice, so I can compare."

Although she is now competing with Zhao Yue, Zhao Zhitong is very generous, showing him the book, and kindly suggested to him: "This is Ouyang Xun's font. The master said this is suitable for beginners to copy. You can copy it when you get home." Let your father buy this for you."

  Grandpa Bai in the space, seeing how the little girl treated her competitors, laughed with satisfaction. The girl has a very good heart, so it's no wonder she was chosen by him!

  Zhao Yue said energetically: "Okay, I will definitely win you!"

  So, Zhao Yue, who has never been self-motivated, only wanted to inherit his father's craftsmanship and go to sell pork when he grew up. For the first time, he went home and asked Butcher Zhao to go to the county to buy inscriptions for him.

   Zhao Butcher was so happy that he almost cried, he just felt that he really did the right thing this time!

  I responded immediately, and ran to the county the next day to sell the rubbings for my son.

  In the next few days, Zhao Yue was no longer the same as before. He ran out to play with a few friends as soon as he got out of school, but buried his head in the yard writing. Zhao Butcher had never seen that serious attitude.

  Seeing it, he was even more satisfied. That night, he excitedly took a piece of pork and sent it to Zhao Dong's family.

Zhao Dong was so frightened that he thought something had happened. Finally, after listening to Zhao Butcher's excited narration, he laughed: "It's a good thing for the children to study together and make progress together. It's also because the children have become sensible. If you don't accept salary, I can't take your meat."

  Butcher Zhao naturally refused, so in the end he proposed to exchange tofu for meat, and then he returned home satisfied.

   While Zhao Yue was working hard, Zhao Zhitong was not idle. After school, he picked up the small cage and went to Qiao Muchen's house to read and write with two friends.

  Qiao Muchen is already learning the Analects, which makes Zhao Zhitong very envious, but he learned it by himself after consulting his husband.

Mr.    said that she needs to lay a solid foundation before she can start learning the Analects.

  She obediently agreed, but she would still unconsciously follow Qiao Muchen's words.

  The little cousins ​​in the family are not idle either. When there is no work on weekdays, or when they are sent to hunt pigweed, they will dig a little red.

  So, now there is a sack of red in her house.

  …

   It’s a bit late, ah, today is a bit slow~~~~

  (end of this chapter)