After warming up, he grabbed the brush.
Yes, he grabbed it, not held it. Who told him to never practice calligraphy? Only the devil knows how to use a brush.
Fang Shibo stared at him as if he were a fool, "Brother-in-law, are you going to sweep the floor with a brush?"
Kong Fang raised the tip of his pen and almost pointed it at his mouth.
How could this naughty kid bury his brother-in-law like this!
Fang Shiyi suppressed his laughter and patiently guided him on the correct way to hold the pen. He was diligent and studious, and quickly mastered the art of holding a brush under the guidance of a famous teacher.
My wrists are just a little sore and my fingers are a little stiff.
Dip in ink, put the pen tip lightly against the paper, and then move the pen, stroke by stroke, with a few drops of sweat, and finally the word "西" was "drawn" by him.
But not to mention that the handwriting is crooked, all the strokes are almost crowded together and almost become a lump of ink.
Fang Shibo covered his face.
Fang Shiyi couldn't believe it.
She had seen Kong Fang's calligraphy before. It might be an exaggeration to say that he was a master of calligraphy, but his calligraphy was elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and had its own charm.
Are these words words now?
If it can be considered a word, then it can only be described as "horrible".
Alas, it was all the fault of the eldest sister. Not only did the brother-in-law lose his memory, he also lost his calligraphy skills. Fortunately, his intelligence is still there, otherwise how could he be worthy of the Kong family?
"Brother-in-law, how about you dictate and I write?"
She was as understanding as ever.
Kong Fang didn't get what she asked for, so he immediately handed her the brush while he recited the first chapter of "Journey to the West" again. Due to memory reasons, the text is slightly different.
But the plot of the story remains unchanged, the characters remain unchanged, and its bizarreness and mystery remain unchanged.
He took a peek at Fang Shiyi's calligraphy, but saw that the calligraphy was beautiful, delicate and refined. Not to mention him, even the so-called calligraphy in his previous life could be thrown out of the streets.
It's a pity that I don't know if I can go back to my previous life. Otherwise, if I take her original work back, I will definitely be able to sell it for a good price.
As Fang Shiyi's last word fell on the paper, Kong Fang took back his free thoughts.
Fang Shiyi seemed to be unfinished, holding the pen for a long time and refusing to put it down.
"Brother-in-law, what are you going to write next?"
how to write? Of course, just keep memorizing it. He has read "Journey to the West" at least three times, and the stories in it are already familiar to him, but some of the words and details still need to be recalled carefully.
In order not to betray anyone, he pretended to be serious and said after a while: "I just had a flash of inspiration. As for how to write next, I have to think about it carefully."
Fang Shiyi and her brother believed it to be true.
"Brother-in-law, I believe in you, you can definitely do it." Fang Shibo clenched his fist.
Kong Fang rolled his eyes at him, I must be able to do it. If not, how can I be a man? !
Fang Shiyi put away the pen and ink and said softly: "Brother-in-law, you have just recovered from illness and you have worked hard on your brain. You must be very tired, right? You rest first, we are going out."
The siblings left, and Kong Fang lay back on the bed and fell asleep after a while.
Fang Shibo came to the carpenter's room.
There is a ready-made Zhentian Lei shell on the ground. Their size, dimensions, and appearance are almost the same as the drawings. Fang Shibo weighed them up and tried them, and they felt pretty good.
"Lao Li, you did a good job."
He praised.
Lao Li wiped his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master, for the compliment."
Then he reminded: "Master, these wood masters are used to build the ancestral hall, but you use it to make these things that the spoon does not look like a spoon and the shovel does not look like a shovel. Just in case..."
"There is no such thing as a chance. Just go ahead and do it. If anything happens, my sister and I will take care of it."
Lao Li said no more.
Although the young master is a young master, he is still a child after all, but the young lady can take charge. As long as she speaks, he will dare to do it even if she asks him to demolish the wood of the ancestral hall, not to mention using the spare wood for repairing the ancestral hall.
Fang Shibo didn't know Lao Li's true thoughts, so he stopped talking when he saw that he was silent.
He then went to inspect the rooms where saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur were ground. My brother-in-law said that as long as the three items are separated, there will be no danger of explosion.
So he prepared them separately in three rooms, one for safety and the other for confidentiality.
The final loading was completed by him and his brother-in-law.
The housekeeper Fang Bo came back from the county government and the matter was handled smoothly. He solemnly handed the receipt of receipt to Fang Shiyi.
Fang Shiyi carefully put it in the secret cabinet.
When Kong Fang fell asleep, it was already three shots on the second day.
Unexpectedly, no one came to wake him up. I remember Fang Shibo said that once his predecessor fell asleep until the beginning of the morning and did not wake up, so he was whipped three times by Fang Shiqing.
In the Fang family where patriarchy is declining, Fang Shiqing represents everything that is right and no one can resist.
He tiptoed out of bed, hid behind the door and watched quietly. After making sure there was no one outside, he quickly got dressed, then slipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
The toothbrush is wicker and the toothpaste is green salt.
He brushed his teeth carefully, fearing that the wicker would prick his gums and cause his mouth to bleed.
After washing, he didn't dare to have breakfast for fear of meeting Fang Shiqing. He resisted hunger and walked to the carpenter's room. Opening the door, I unexpectedly found that Fang Shibo was there.
"Brother-in-law. You finally got up."
Kong Fang stared, "What do you mean you finally got up? I got up before dawn!"
He glanced out the door guiltily.
Fang Shibo didn't argue with him, he lowered his head and continued working, "My eldest sister was picked up by people from the county government at dawn."
When Kong Fang heard this, he looked at her and asked me what she was doing?
Am I afraid of her?
He suddenly stepped forward and pulled Fang Shibo's ears. Damn it, Fang Shiqing wasn't at home and didn't tell me in advance. He was calling me my cheap brother-in-law in vain.
Fang Shibo was in pain. He immediately ran away, grabbed Kong Fang's hand, and threw him over his shoulder neatly.
When his legs were hanging in the air, Kong Fang knew that he was impulsive and had forgotten that his cheap brother-in-law was born with incredible powers.
It was so exciting that my butt fell in two pieces.
Hunger and pain made Kong Fang dizzy and he lay down on the ground unable to get up.
Fang Shibo was furious and said, "Look, you are a weakling but you like to use your hands and feet. It will hurt from the fall!"
Kong Fang's eyes darkened. This kid didn't count on hitting someone, but hurting someone. He was so disrespectful of martial ethics.
"Hey, do you have anything to eat?"
He endured the pain and wiped his face. Fang Shibo sighed helplessly. It was too difficult to be a brother-in-law this time. He vowed that he would never be someone else's brother-in-law in his next life.
He took out a pancake from his pocket and fetched a bowl of boiled water.
"I didn't bring any green onions, so just make do with it. It will fill your stomach first, and you'll have lunch in two hours."
Kong Fang, who was so hungry that his stomach cramped, could not be so particular, so he took the fry and opened his mouth to bite. Unexpectedly, Fang Shibo suddenly sighed.
"Alas, Wangcai is going hungry again."
"Uh, this is dog food?!"
Kong Fang's mouth was full of pancakes, but he didn't chew them. His eyes were full of tears. He was a human being in two lifetimes, and he was reduced to competing with a dog for food!
well.
In the declining world, people are worse than dogs.
