Therefore, what Lin Yuanqiu has to worry about is not whether he can write well or not, but how to write so as not to reveal the flaws in his calligraphy foundation.
However, all these worries were eliminated the moment Lin Yuanqiu's pen tip touched the paper.
Lin Yuanqiu was dumbfounded when he saw the large ink balls spread out on the white paper. Could this be a student announcement?
He quickly picked up the white paper and looked at it. There was no trace of luster, so he confirmed that it was a birth certificate.
Lin Yuanqiu couldn't help but want to laugh. A moment ago, he was worried that writing too well would arouse suspicion, but now, he was worried about what he should do to write neatly on the blurred birth certificate. Come.
Fortunately, the foundation of calligraphy in his previous life was still there. After practicing and writing a whole page, Lin Yuanqiu was able to control ink very well.
Seeing his son writing more and more seriously with each stroke, the corners of Lin Sanzhu's mouth also raised higher and higher.
He felt even more relieved that the sacks he had gritted his teeth to bear were not in vain.
Just as I was thinking about this, I heard Lin Dazhu's voice coming from outside the house, "Hey, why did our whetstone become like this?"
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Chapter 13 The old habit comes back again
Hearing Lin Dazhu's voice, Lin Yuanqiu was a little embarrassed, thinking that the cheap dad must be embarrassed at this moment.
Unexpectedly, when Lin Yuanqiu glanced secretly at Lin Sanzhu, he found that he was lying on the kang, as if nothing was wrong.
No, seeing that his son was distracted, Lin Sanzhu kept urging: "Write quickly, Gouzi. When this paper is full, dad will take it over and show it to your grandparents!"
This is a rush to show off.
Sure enough, when Lin Yuanqiu had just put away the pen and the ink was still wet, Lin Sanzhu, who had already got off the bed, picked up the paper and walked out of the room. If he hadn't been worried that running too fast would wrinkle the words in his hand, Lin Yuanqiu absolutely believed that it was cheap. Dad will definitely run as fast as the wind.
In the main room, Lao Lintou and his eldest son were studying the problem of half of the whetstone remaining, and suddenly there was laughter.
Mrs. Wu was startled, and when she heard the voice of her third son, she was so angry that she grabbed the broom that was used to sweep the ashes on the kang, ready to clean up the mess that almost scared her to death.
Lin Sanzhu could never have imagined how scary his smile just now was. At this moment, his mind was entirely on the words in his hand, "Father, mother, look at the words written by my dog, he is so energetic!"
"Spiritual spirit, I think you are just crazy!"
Wu raised her broom and wanted to hit Lin Sanzhu's head, but when she saw that her son was still holding paper in his hand, she stopped her hand. This paper was precious, so don't let it be destroyed by her broom.
"Look, Dad!" Lin Sanzhu spread the paper carefully on the kang, unable to hold back the smile on his lips.
Old Lintou didn't pay attention at first. Although he had taken a special look at his little grandson recently, a five-year-old little boy, even if he could write, would definitely be similar to a ghost talisman. How could he be on par with the spirit?
As for the third child, my own dog is good in everything.
Lin Dazhu had the same idea as his father. The third brother's precious dog, no one in the family knew, how could a child be able to write well after just a few days of enlightenment? The material.
However, such thoughts disappeared without a trace after seeing the words spread out on the kang.
"Lao San, is this character really written by a dog?" Lao Lintou and Lin Dazhu said in unison.
The neat calligraphy in front of them surprised the two of them. How could this child be so powerful?
Mrs. Wu also forgot to deal with her third son, and threw the broom in her hand back on the kang. She stared at the words on the paper over and over again.
Lin Sanzhu rolled his eyes, "It wasn't written by my dog. Could it be that it was written by my lazy dad?"
Yes, I still know that I am lazy, and I am quite self-aware.
Lao Lintou picked up the paper and read it carefully again. The fonts were neat and tidy. As expected, everyone was in good spirits as Lao San said.
Although neither Lao Lintou nor Lin Dazhu can read, they can still distinguish their handwriting after decades of living in the world.
Although this handwriting cannot be said to be very good, at Gouzi's current age, it is very rare to be able to write neatly one stroke at a time.
Lin Sanzhu smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "No, we don't want to see who gave birth to the baby!"
Not seeing his third brother showing off, Lin Dazhu threw the problem of the whetstone to him, "Third brother, why did our whetstone become like this?"
Lin Sanzhu looked at the half piece he had knocked out, his face not red and his heart not beating, "How do I know? It must have been kicked by a wild cat."
After that, he took the calligraphy written by his son and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm going back to the house. Gouzi has to write several pieces today. I have to help him polish the ink!"
As soon as the word "grind" came out of his mouth, Lin Sanzhu immediately covered his mouth.
Oops, I almost missed it.
When Lin Dazhu heard his third brother mention the wild cat, he thought it was really possible, so he turned around and left the room, ready to look for the other half. Although it was broken, it could still be sharpened.
Old Lintou took a deep breath from his cigarette and asked, "How much money has our family saved in total?"
Mrs. Wu knew what the old man was thinking at this time, so she didn't say much. After opening the kang cabinet, she rustled out a gray cloth money bag and said, "Including the twelve persimmons sold this year, a total of four taels and seven cents." .”
Four taels or seven cents, not even five taels.
Old Lintou sighed. Not to mention the cost of future exams, he couldn't even afford the paper, pen, and books at the moment.
Moreover, the family has more than just a dog and a grandchild, so there is still plenty of money to spend.
Although they are looking forward to making a living making persimmon cakes next year, no one knows what the situation will be like until the money is in their pockets.
Alas, no matter how smart a child from a poor family is, it is useless. Without money, he can only accept his fate.
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After finishing writing the three large characters, it was already two hours later. Lin Yuanqiu rubbed his sore and swollen wrists. He hadn't held a brush for a long time and his hand was a little sloppy. He would just practice more in the future.
Lin Sanzhu hung the words one by one on the kang. At this moment, the kang was still warm, so he would be able to dry it soon.
Turning around, I saw my son opening the Three-Character Sutra again and starting to read it word by word.
"Gouzi, don't you take a break?"
Lin Sanzhu felt a little distressed. It had been two hours and his son hadn't gotten off the kang yet.
Lin Yuanqiu shook his head. What's so tiring about this? Compared with the farmers working hard in the fields, he didn't know how much easier it was.
Besides, if you can't even endure this little hardship, then just wait until you get to work on the fields in the future.
Seeing the cheap dad in front of him who was preoccupied with himself, and thinking of the bruise on his neck that hadn't healed yet, Lin Yuanqiu couldn't help but said, "Dad, my son must study hard and let you enjoy great blessings in the future!"
Lin Sanzhu was stunned for three seconds, and then he couldn't restrain his joy, "Hey, daddy is just waiting for the dog to let daddy enjoy the great blessing!"
Immediately, Lin Sanzhu's eyes were filled with tears. Afraid of being seen by his son, he turned around and said, "Gouzi, you stay here and study. Daddy will go to your grandparents' place!"
As he said that, he wiped away his tears and walked out of the door quickly.
After wiping away his tears, Lin Sanzhu wandered back to the main room.
Mrs. Wu was puzzled. In the past, her third son was afraid that she would talk about it and wanted to avoid her. It could be said that he did not come to the main house several times throughout the year. But today was strange. This was the third time.
Look at Lao San's hands again, they are empty, and they are not returning the kang table.
So there are three trips a day, why are you so nervous?
Lin Sanzhu grinned from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears, "Father, mother, my dog said he wants me to enjoy great blessings in the future."
Yes, it’s just for showing off again.
Wu rolled her eyes, "My mother pooped and pooped on you until you grew up. When will you let your mother enjoy happiness?"
Lin Sanzhu's face was full of smiles, "Look what mother said, your son is enjoying the blessings, isn't it just you and your father who are enjoying the blessings? Mother, when the dog is successful, my son will buy you a gold hairpin to wear, and buy good shredded tobacco for your father to smoke, and also Yes, mother, my son will buy you two gold bracelets at a time, and I promise to make my mother wear gold and silver like a landowner."
Mrs. Wu seemed to have the gold bracelet in her hand, and she suddenly burst into laughter. Her sweet baby's pain was not in vain.
Lao Lintou: I finally understand why the old lady prefers the third child. With such honeyed mouth, it is difficult for the boss and the second child to pursue each other.
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As the time approaches, all those who wandered around return home.
First came Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai. They had just had a snowball fight with someone. At this moment, their clothes, pants and shoes were all covered with water stains. It seemed that a beating was inevitable.
Sure enough, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Liu rushed forward angrily, grabbed their sons' ears, and went back to their rooms to teach them a lesson.
Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai screamed, trying to make their grandparents feel distressed. If their precious grandson was going to be beaten by his parents, their grandparents would come to stop them.
Unexpectedly, Lao Lintou and Wu just pretended not to hear it. If the little boy doesn't get beaten up, he may go to heaven in the future.
What's more, my parents won't spank them hard, and they'll be done with a few slaps on the butt at most.
Sure enough, within half a minute of tea, the two of them came over to play with Lin Yuanqiu in a lively manner.
"Brother Gouzi, it's going to be so much fun for us to have a snowball fight today!" Lin Yuanhuai looked like you were really at a disadvantage if you didn't go.
"Yes, yes, snowball fights are fun." Lin Yuanbai agreed with the third brother's words, "By the way, we saw a hare on the mountain just now, but it was a pity that it ran away in the blink of an eye."
Oh, it would be great if I could catch it, so that I could have meat to eat.
Thinking of meat, Lin Yuanbai immediately thought of the big chicken drumsticks on New Year's Eve, and turned to Lin Yuanhuai and asked, "Third brother, how long until the New Year?"
Lin Yuanhuai shook his head, how could he know, but his father told him that the Chinese New Year would be around the corner when it snowed. It had already snowed yesterday, so the Chinese New Year would come soon.
Lin Sanzhu couldn't help but laugh while packing up his homemade inkstone. He said, "Children look forward to the Chinese New Year, but adults are afraid of the Chinese New Year." It's true.
When I was a kid, I looked forward to celebrating the New Year every day. But after I got married and had children, I was afraid of celebrating the New Year. The main reason was because I didn't have money.
Just like now, although I have made such an "inkstone", I can only use it at home. If I let the dog take it to the clan school, it will be inconvenient not to mention that it will be laughed at by other children. definitely.
Therefore, he still had to think of other ways.
Do you want to go to town again?
Lin Sanzhu was a little moved when he thought of Mr. He's happy money and the white-faced steamed buns he gave away.
As the New Year approaches, more and more people are getting married and marrying off children. For such a big happy event, there must be people like Mr. He who like to throw out wedding money. If he goes there, he might be able to grab twenty or thirty coins.
And if such a good thing happens five, six, seven or eight times a day, then wouldn’t my dog’s inkstone be found?
The more Lin Sanzhu thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case, so he decided to go to the town to have a look tomorrow.
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When it was almost time for dinner, Mrs. Feng came back. Her footsteps were brisk, which showed that she was quite happy gossiping with others today.
Wu did not assign household chores to her daughter-in-law, so the three of her sisters-in-law did the cooking together.
Seeing that her elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law were already kneading dough and making steamed buns, Mrs. Feng hurriedly sat down in front of the stove, picked up the firewood, and lit a fire to boil water.
"Sister-in-law and second sister-in-law, do you know that Gui Xiaozi from our village has a wife? It is the girl mentioned by matchmaker Zhang. She is from Xinwan Village. I heard that she was given 20 yuan just to thank the matchmaker. I will tell you Say haha..."
