When they met again, the attitude of the three hundred people towards the two hundred people had changed. There was less hostility and more admiration.
Others can be faked, and the efficiency and quality of work are the best to compare.
Today's breakfast is egg pancakes. I don't eat any dough. The dough will occupy your stomach and make you hungry easily.
After everyone finished eating, they went to the construction site. Wang Laowen found the chief: "Head, my father asked me to take my third brother to Shangyuan County. Can you write a note?"
"No, they'll be here soon. Go to the library and wait."
The headmaster waved his hand, all the orders were issued, and there were no other problems.
The people from the yamen came here to buy two shops, so they just wanted to take them back.
"My brother wants to eat the food from Fuhua House. I think this is his last good meal. Chief, can you cook it for him?"
Wang Laowen lowered his head as he spoke, asking for help, and it was easy to disrupt the other party's meal arrangements.
"When your brother comes back, take him into Fuhua Building. He doesn't want to eat the food, he wants to feel the mood of eating in a restaurant."
Li Chang smiled, the food didn't matter, the key was not that.
"Thank you, Chief. I'm going to work. Wang Shu, come here and don't look at the river."
Wang Laowen said happily and shouted to his younger brother standing on Xuanjin Bridge.
"The deceased is like a man, and he doesn't give up day and night!" Wang Shu shouted there.
Everyone around him looked at him and then went about their business. It was obvious that people like this were not uncommon in Nanjing and were used to it.
"Yichang, has work started?" Shopkeeper Xu came out yawning.
"Selling food in the morning?" The mayor looked inside.
"We have to eat for ourselves, and then we don't know when we will eat again at noon."
Shopkeeper Xu shook his head. The restaurant did not provide breakfast for non-stay guests, so he was too busy.
"This is Wang Laowei. His younger brother has just come to Shangyuan County to work as a health worker. He wants to have a meal at your restaurant and will leave a table for him at noon."
The head of the village made the request directly, there was nothing to be polite about, the two parties were too familiar with each other.
"The restaurant gives...oh! OK! Oops! There are so many people in the world who can't recognize Jingshan jade. Come on!"
Shopkeeper Xu smiled and said the last two words to Wang Laowen.
He understood that others thought the food was good when they saw Fu Hua House, but they didn't understand the true meaning of food when they were in a shop in Xiaqiu Village.
"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper Xu." Wang Laowen saluted with clasped fists.
"You're welcome. Is this the first day we meet? If Yichang hadn't agreed, my restaurant would have delivered meals every day." Shopkeeper Xu waved his hand and turned back.
"Brother, are you calling me?" Wang Shu came over at this time. He looked at the door of the restaurant again. Someone came out just now and seemed to be talking to the chief and his brother.
"Well! You go ahead and stay in the building in front. There are books in there. If you see the four treasures of the study, don't touch them. They are all expensive and we can't afford to pay for them. Forget it, you stand outside."
Wang Laowen is very worried about his younger brother! The younger brother suffers less and does not know the various things he encounters when working for others outside.
"Okay! I won't move." Wang Shu was honest at this time.
"Follow me to the back. People from the county will come and look for me soon."
The manager didn't want Wang Shu to stand in front of the store. There was no shelter here and the sun would shine when it rose.
A few people passed by, and in the shaded area behind the house, children from Xiaqiu Village and Zhu Xi were practicing calligraphy.
Arrange a small table and a stool for Wang Shu, put the four treasures of the study on them, and write together.
Zhu Chong wrote in running script, which is popular now, and the children practiced block script. They must write block script well before they can touch running script and learn to write in running script.
Zhu Wentian's basic skills didn't let his friends fool him at all. He couldn't write regular script well, how could he expect to be good at other things?
Wang Shu wanted to write regular script, but after looking around, he found that regular script was not as good as children's, and regular script was not as good as that of King Qin, so he wrote regular script honestly.
The only thing that made him feel proud was the calligraphy written by Hanhan from Xiaqiu Village. Was that a ghost talisman?
Zhu Wentian is writing in Gothic style, the kind that copies Bibles in churches. If he wants to take advantage of other people's religion, he must practice this well, and then he can easily deceive him.
At the same time, he recalled the language situation at this time, but it was difficult to imitate the written expression. He hoped to go to the Shipping Department.
For example, open a shop there and listen to what the Yi people say, not only the pronunciation, but also the grammar.
The grammar of Cantonese at that time was different from that of Mandarin, such as prepositioning objects, omitting predicates, and negative interjection sentence patterns...
There is nothing wrong with all languages in themselves, they are used for communication.
The problem is people. People who don’t know a language will reject that language and hope that others will learn from them. This will be convenient for them.
The official language is very important here. It is mandatory for everyone to speak it and learn one, otherwise it will be troublesome to communicate.
Zhu Wentian doesn't need to be so picky. He can learn many kinds. Now he is thinking about what Yiren should use.
Wang Shu didn't know this. He wrote carefully. He had copybooks, pens, inks, paper and inkstones. They were all good things. When he wrote, he felt different.
"The word "degree" you write is too high and can't reach the bottom. I'll write one for you."
Zhu Xiang started practicing and took a walk. He had been in elementary school and his basic skills were better than others. He gave some guidance to the children in the village and ended up at Wang Shu's place.
"Look at our wrists, why are you trembling? You have to move your wrists here, do you see? I'll write two more for you, don't panic, I didn't ask you to write."
When Zhu Fang was teaching, he discovered that this man who was older than him was not as good as a good friend in the village. He was not like this when he was teaching them!
"Okay, let's practice! My heart is restless and my mind is restless. Are you so scared that I can still eat you?" Zhu Xi shook his head, put down his pen and walked away.
Wang Shu was trembling all over, and when he raised his hand to pick up the pen, he touched the wrong place. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't control himself.
When Zhu Fang continued to teach his friends, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong not with Wang Shu, but with the children in Xiaqiu Village.
It seemed that they were not afraid from the first time they met. Yes, when the elder brother accepted the crown princess, the people in Xiaqiu Village did not look that scared.
"Ling'er, aren't you afraid of my father and my brother?" Zhu Xi happened to come to the little girl's side and asked his doubts smoothly.
The little girl looked up and suddenly smiled: "What are you afraid of? We have Brother Hanhan here."
"Oh! Come on, write again. You have to press your pen down steadily during this turning point, and don't pause your pen. Look, it will be written like this."
Zhu Xi continued to teach, but he was full of questions. Is the village guard so strong? As long as the villagers are there, the villagers have nothing to fear?
Little does he know that other friends think that Brother Hanhan is stronger than you, and if Hanhan doesn't move, everything will be fine.
Wang Shu was listening, feeling like a waste. He instructed Chief Fang of Shangyuan County to bring someone over, and then he was liberated and brought to the front.
"Yichang, your village is going to buy a store. Both of these are fine. It's not like the Sihai grocery store before. If you want to sell salt, you probably have to recruit a group of people first."
Director Fang smiled and talked to the head of the village. He knew the problem of the shop. Others did not dare to take over and continue to sell salt. Xiaqiu Village was in partnership with His Highness the King of Qin. Whoever stepped in would be unlucky.
Those who know the situation, such as myself, dare not remind or hint to others, otherwise...
