After Mo Ziwan asked Murong Qingyuan which books he had read, she then said: "Then do you still want to continue reading?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Qingyuan nodded and said: "I want to!" but then added: "But I don't have money to go to school."
Mo Ziyuan thought that Han Chunlin could finish copying a book. If his handwriting was not bad and he could insist on copying books, he would not have to worry about having no money to study and eat in the future. And I heard from him that he started studying with his husband when he was five years old. It has been five years now. Not counting the last year, he has been reading and writing for four years.
Although four years is not a short time, when you think about modern students, they have been reading books for more than ten or twenty years. They have to write to read, and they have to write for more than ten or twenty years, but the words they write are still bad. It’s unbearable to look at!
So Mo Ziyuan asked again: "Can you write?" She thought she would wait for his answer before asking him to write a few words.
Murong Qingyuan nodded again, "Yes, my previous husband praised me for my good writing." He directly told Mo Ziyuan what he wanted to know.
After hearing that he wrote well, Mo Ziwan couldn't help but become more energetic, "I'll get a pen and paper." Seeing is believing.
Li Qiye had not found a chance to talk to Mo Ziwei since he entered the house, and now he simply stood aside and watched the two of them. But watching the two of them talking together with her were Mr. Mo, and Li Linsong and Li Linyu brothers. Of course, Li Linyu couldn't listen quietly, and he was holding a piece written by Mo Tingyu for him. A grasshopper, playing with a grass dragonfly.
After Mo Ziwan went out, she quickly ran back in a hurry. When she came back, she already had all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones she used for copying in her hands. After putting it on the table, he said to Murong Qingyuan: "You write it."
Murong Qingyuan came to the table obediently, but he didn't pick up the pen to write when he got to the table. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down his mood before reaching out to the table and first picking up the things on the table. Paper and pen were rearranged.
When Mo Ziwan put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, she did not arrange them neatly, but just placed them roughly. After Murong Qingyuan fiddled with it, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones placed on the table were not only more orderly, but also facing the position where he stood.
After everything was done, I picked up the pen. I dipped the pen lightly on the inkstone with some ink. After dipping it, I gently pressed some of the excess ink out, and then I picked up the pen and started meticulously. He started writing on the paper facing him.
With just one stroke, Mo Ziyuan could tell whether his handwriting was good or bad. When he finished writing a line, she understood that when he said that his husband praised his handwriting, he was not at all boastful! And this handwriting, among his peers, his handwriting is definitely one of the best!
Murong Qingyuan wrote a sentence from The Analects of Confucius, "Wealth and honor are what people want. If you don't get them in the right way, you won't get them. Poverty and lowliness are what people hate. If you don't get them in the right way, you won't get them." If you get it, don’t leave it.”
Look at the square, neat and elegant handwriting he wrote. Mo Ziwan smiled. With such good calligraphy and beautiful regular script, it would be a pity not to make money by copying books!
This is what he said, "Brother Murong, come and make money by copying books with me! Once you copy books, you will have money. With money, you can do whatever you want, and you won't have to worry about not having enough to eat." , there is no place to live!”
Mo Ziyuan now felt that she had completely fallen into the pit of copying books and could not get out! She wanted to make money by copying books, and she also had to bring Han Chunlin in. Not only did she teach the children in the village to read, but she also used her own copying as an example. Even Mo Li was studying with the goal of copying books and making money. Now she He also invited Murong Qingyuan to copy the book, and after secretly laughing at it, it was fortunate that printing in ancient times was backward, so there was such an opportunity to make money.
Murong Qingyuan's eyes lit up when he heard that he could make money by copying books, but then his eyes dimmed again: "But I have no money to buy pen and ink, and no place to copy."
Mo Ziyuan really wanted to say that I can give you a set of pens and ink, but where I live, I can't agree casually. With more people at home, Mo Li is already self-willed, and now there are two brothers Li Linsong at home, so he can add another one. He had more things to do at home, so he said: "I can give you a set of pens and ink. You don't need to buy the paper for copying. The bookstore will provide the paper. But our family doesn't have much room for you to live in." , if you stay here for a few days, you can squeeze in with my eldest brother and you. If it lasts for a long time, I'm afraid you won't be able to get a good rest."
After hearing Mo Ziwan's words, Murong Qingyuan immediately replied: "Grandma Song brought me back because of her kindness. I am very grateful to you for being able to live a peaceful life for a few days."
"It's good if you can understand." After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, he continued: "I'll think of other ways!"
But before Mo Ziyuan could think of it, Murong Qingyuan said again: "How about you help me keep the books I copy every day!"
Mo Ziwan looked up at Murong Qingyuan, waiting for him to continue. Murong Qingyuan looked at Mo Ziwan's gaze and explained: "Actually, it's easy to find places to copy books. I can go to the temple and borrow them every day. I'll copy the books on the tables and benches in the temple, and after I've finished copying them, I'll put them here for safekeeping." After finishing speaking, he paused and then explained with some embarrassment: "I don't have a fixed place to live in every day, and I don't have anything of value with me. You don’t have to worry about being noticed if you leave it casually, but if you leave the book lying around, it may not be stolen, but it is very likely to be damaged. It would be great if you could let me keep the book temporarily."
Before Mo Ziyuan could answer, Mo Tingyu said: "Whatever it is, just put it away. You don't have to go to any temple to borrow a place to copy books. You can just come home and copy books."
Not only letting Murong Qingyuan come to the house to copy books, Mo Tingyu also talked about the future, "When you earn money, I will go and tell the village chief to find someone to give you a place to live first, and then You can also have a shelter from the wind and rain.”
After hearing this, Murong Qingyuan froze in place, and finally thanked Mo Tingyu with red eyes: "Thank you, Grandpa Mo, for thinking about me."
Mo Tingyu looked at the red-eyed Murong Qingyuan and sighed: "If your mother was still here, you must still be studying in the school, and maybe you could become a high official in the future."
Murong Qingyuan choked back and replied: "My mother told me to study hard, saying that only by studying more can I understand things and have a good future."
Mo Tingyu said: "Your mother is right. Although she is gone now, you should remember her words. When you finish copying the book and make money, you can still study."
Murong Qingyuan said: "Thank you Grandpa Mo for your teaching. I will copy books first, and then go to school to study after I make money."
Mo Tingyu: "You are right to think so. From now on, when you come to your home, don't be polite."
"More Grandpa Mo, and there will be more interruptions in the future!" Murong Qingyuan did not refuse this time, and directly agreed.
Seeing that her grandfather and Murong Qingyuan had already agreed, Mo Ziyuan followed Mo Tingyu's words and said: "The book we are copying now is "The Analects of Confucius". I can finish copying two books in a month. If you have nothing else to do on weekdays, I should be able to finish two copies."
Murong Qingyuan said with certainty without even thinking: "I will definitely be able to copy two books." After saying this, he still felt that it was not enough, "How about I start copying now? I have nothing to do now anyway!"
Of course Mo Ziyuan thinks it is okay. As the saying goes, if you are not active in making money, there is something wrong with your brain! What's more, everyone is poor now, so we have to be more active!
Mo Ziyuan was very satisfied that there was another person like herself who devoted herself wholeheartedly to the big plan of copying books.
Mo Li didn't expect that Murong Qingyuan could read and write so well, and the most important thing was that he could make money right away!
This made Li Qiye very uncomfortable! She made up her mind to learn more about reading and writing from Mo Ziwei, and try to make money by copying books earlier. So he followed Mo Ziwan and said, "Wanwan, I also want to practice calligraphy again!"
After Murong Qingyuan said that he wanted to copy the book now, Mo Ziyuan turned around and left the room to get the Analects of Confucius from her room, and asked Murong Qingyuan to copy a page first to get a feel for it.
Turning her head to look at Mo Li who was following behind her, this was the first time she took the initiative to say that she wanted to practice calligraphy. It was a good thing to take the initiative to learn, so she immediately agreed, "Okay, you go get a pen and paper."
Li Qiye happily agreed: "Okay." Then he promised: "I will write well. When I finish writing, I will make money by copying books with you."
Mo Ziyuan turned her head again and said seriously to Mo Li: "Although you can make money by copying books after learning to read and write, the purpose of reading is not just to make money."
When Mo Li saw Mo Ziwan becoming serious and reserved again, he heard Mo Ziwan continue to say: "Didn't Brother Murong just say that only by reading can you understand things, you must remember that reading makes you feel good." It’s not just about making money.” She wanted to tell her some big truths about studying not just about making money, but she felt that it was too early to say this now.
Li Moli still doesn't understand that what she said is not just to make money. In her opinion, studying is to make money, and to be an official. As for understanding things, arguing about right and wrong, right and wrong, these... She seems to understand now. However, she still listened to Mo Ziwan's words. Mo Ziwan said whatever she said, and nodded and said, "Yes."
Seeing Mo Li become more cautious, Mo Ziwan felt that she had been too serious just now, and immediately put on an innocent smile, calling to Mo Li, "Uncle Han said that only after studying can you understand things and observe etiquette." rule."
Seeing Mo Ziwan smile, Li Li became less restrained and smiled, "I know, just like Uncle Han and Aunt Yu."
The two of them talked and laughed and took the pen and ink to the main room. After returning to the main room, Mo Ziyuan first told Murong Qingyuan the request to copy the book, and then he copied it himself. And she stayed with Mo Li and watched him write.
Murong Qingyuan's writing was so smooth, but Mo Li's writing was so difficult, and Mo Ziyuan also felt that it was difficult for herself! He kept saying what to pay attention to, what to pay attention to, slow down, slow down.
Although Mo Ziwan suppressed her anger and tried her best to sound calmer, after two quarters of an hour, she still couldn't help but say one or two words with a stronger tone.
And it was clearly Mo Li who took the initiative to ask for calligraphy practice, but after Mo Li started writing, he said, "Brother, come and write together!"
After the two of them finished writing under Mo Ziwan's unkind and dissatisfied look, before Mo Ziwan could say anything more, Mo Li took the initiative and said: "From tomorrow on, I will practice one more big calligraphy article every day!"
Li Linsong had already said it, and Li Linsong had no choice but to follow suit: "Me too."
After listening to what the two said, Mo Ziwan sighed in her heart: Fortunately, there is no shortage of paper at home now, otherwise she would not be able to bear to use it to practice calligraphy for them!
