After listening to Mo Ziwan's words, Han Shuxian praised him: "That's good. He should have been allowed to write his own, so I would let you accompany him at any time." Not counting this, he continued: "You won't do it in the future either. Stay with him all the time. After you finish your work, you should have some fun. Don't stay in the house all day long."
Mo Ziwan had already walked to Han Shuxian's side when Han Shuxian was talking and said, "Okay." The habit of independence should also be cultivated. Then he looked at the wax paper in front of Han Shuxian. Just like when he wrote before, there was still paper under the wax paper. He thought about the steel plate. Although there is no steel plate now, he can still write directly on the desktop. He said again: "Uncle, why not put the wax paper Take the paper underneath and put it directly on the table to write."
Han Shuxian turned to look at Mo Ziwan: "Why?"
Mo Ziyuan looked at the pear wood table and replied: "The table is brown. If the wax paper is scratched, you can see it at a glance. If you put paper under the wax paper, both the wax paper and the paper will be white. If the wax paper is accidentally scratched, Not easy to find."
Han Shuxian turned his head again with complicated thoughts, took away the paper on the table, then picked up a pen and started writing.
Yu Silian suppressed a smile and reminded Han Shuxian, "You should write more gently and don't scratch the paper."
Mo Ziwan added: "It can't be too light." As for what will happen if it is too light, everyone knows it even if they don't say it explicitly.
At the reminders of Yu Silian and Mo Ziwan, Han Shuxian couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He felt that this moment was extremely warm. He had a naughty son, an innocent little daughter, an extremely intelligent eldest daughter, and a gentle and virtuous wife. Life was like this, That's enough!
There was a smile on the lips, and the writing became more focused. No matter how careful she is, she still has to avoid scratching the paper. Fortunately, after scratching the paper several times, Mo Ziyuan unexpectedly discovered that she could use a small wooden stick with sparks to get close to the scratched area and melt the wax again. Write it again.
After finding a way to make up for the scratched wax paper, Han Shuxian was able to write a little more freely. He was no longer tied down and worried about scratching the paper because of heavy writing. He became more comfortable in carving, and even thought about what to do while writing. Only in this way can we write better, so the embroidery needle was gradually disliked in Han Shuxian's writing, "This needle is too sharp and thin, so it needs to be replaced with a slightly thicker needle tip."
Of course Mo Ziyuan agreed, "Well, the needle tip is too sharp and can easily scratch the paper. It would be lighter and the ink would not penetrate."
The special pen was made by Yu Silian, so when the two of them were talking, she was thinking that the needle tip was too sharp and could easily scratch the paper, and she was also thinking about what to do to make a pen that was easier to write with. After a moment, she said, "I'll make a new one tomorrow." Yu Silian thought that it was because the tip of the needle was too sharp that it easily scratched the paper. Since it’s the needle point, then don’t use the needle point. If you don’t use the needle point, it won’t be too sharp. Just break the needle and smooth the broken area. It should be fine!
Yu Silian also has the experience of breaking needles. Who has been embroidering for a long time without encountering an accident, or the needle is broken because the fabric of the embroidery is too thick.
Yu Silian thought of breaking the needle tip and polishing it, and Han Shuxian also thought of it and said, "You don't have to worry about this, I will try to redo it." He is the one who uses the pen, and he knows best what kind of pen he wants.
Yu Silian didn't argue with him, and responded: "That's fine, you are writing it yourself. You know better what you want to achieve."
Han Shuxian: "Well, I plan to go to the blacksmith shop tomorrow."
Han Shuxian still wrote only half of the wax paper. After he finished writing, he started printing again. The printed words were naturally not ideal because the needle tip was too sharp and he did not dare to use too much force. In many places, the wax was not carved through. , the ink has not soaked in, and there are still places where the paper has been scratched. In this way, a word may be half and half empty, or it may be thick ink, or even a ball of black.
"I'll do this tonight for the time being. I'll redo the pen tomorrow and then print again." Han Shuxian looked at the printed words and said. If the problem with the pen can't be solved, he can't write well. He can't even write well, so what? Can print words well!
Mo Ziyuan knew that they couldn't produce good prints yet, so she responded: "Okay, we'll try again when uncle comes back tomorrow." Then she said something outlandish, "If our ink gets soaked It would be better if it wasn't so fast, even if it's a little scratched
It won’t turn the whole word into black! "
From Mo Ziwan's idea of engraving wax paper, to redoing wax paper, then redoing stylus, and later the steel plate for writing, improved ink, printing frame, brushes, etc., everything was made one by one, and then again. After improvements, it was another month before Han Shuxian was able to write wax calligraphy, and finally printed calligraphy without any problems.
That night, after Mo Ziyuan returned home from the Han family, she checked the homework done by Mo Li and Li Linsong. Even Li Linsong didn't let it go. She asked Li Linsong to recite the Three-Character Sutra and ancient poems that he had been asked to memorize before letting the three of them go back. house to rest.
Even though Li Linsong and Mo Li were determined to study with Mo Ziwan, they inevitably wanted to end it early whenever they studied with Mo Ziwan. Even Li Linsong didn't want her to keep asking him this and that! Therefore, after the three people passed the customs, they ran out of the house without wanting to stay for a moment longer.
After the three people left, Murong Qingyuan did not intend to copy any more books. After packing up his pen and ink, he stood up and bowed to Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi respectively.
When the two of them saw Murong Qingyuan being so generous, Mo Tingyu first said, "What are you doing?"
Song Nanzhi also said: "That's right, fine, why are you doing this?"
Murong Qingyuan bowed his head and stood up straight before saying, "Thank you Grandpa Mo and Grandma Song for taking me in. I have another merciless request. I want Grandpa Mo and Grandma Song to agree to it."
Mo Tingyu is a cheerful person, and he also helped himself, saying: "You can tell me anything!"
Song Nanzhi still followed behind and said, "That's right, you say so, but you're welcome."
Murong Qingyuan took out the purse from his arms that he had asked for the medication before, and handed it to Song Nanzhi with both hands, "Although the boy has been living a wandering life these years, he has never forgotten what he learned before, nor has he forgotten the mother's love for the boy. Instructions and expectations, so even though I lived a wandering life, I never reached out to beg from others, and I never did anything wrong to others."
"I know you are a good boy!" Song Nanzhi said.
Murong Qingyuan continued: "Although wandering can make a living, it is not a long-term solution. I am grateful to my grandfather and grandma for taking me in. I am also grateful to my sister for letting me copy books to make money. I want to keep copying books. I I want to be able to study in the college again in the future, so I want to ask Grandpa Mo and Grandma Song to take me in for a while. This is the little money I have saved, and it will be used as my accommodation fee. Although it is a little small, I will wait until I finish copying the books. How much money can I have to support Grandma Song?"
Song Nanzhi stretched out his hand to hold Murong Qingyuan's hand, and put the purse in Murong Qingyuan's hand, "Keep this money well yourself. The food at home is all ready-made. This year's food has just been taken back. It is enough to eat. You Keep the money for yourself."
Murong Qingyuan said: "I have calculated it. According to my current speed, it will take at least ten days to finish copying this book. If it takes one or two days, I will not be polite to Grandpa Mo and Grandma Song, but There are still more than ten days left, even Grandpa Mo, Grandma Song, and Sister Wanwan will be embarrassed, so I ask Grandma Song to accept my kindness. During the day, I will also be with Brother Lin Song. I go up the mountain to look for medicinal materials. I will definitely not live and eat in vain." When he said this, his voice couldn't help but lowered, "I really want to have a family like Sister Wanwan.".z.br>
Song Nanzhi looked at Mo Tingyu with some hesitation. After watching Mo Tingyu and then watching Mo Ziwan, Mo Ziwan knew that he could no longer be willful and looked at Mo Tingyu. Seeing Murong Qingyuan like this, Mo Tingyu also said There was no word of rejection, plus yesterday I agreed to let him come to the house to copy books, and also said that when he saved enough money, he would build a room for him to come out. Besides, he didn't live and eat at home for free. He came out with money, went to the mountains to help find medicinal materials to sell, and was still helping to take care of Li Linsong, so he had no choice but to say: "It has not been easy for you these past years. Now you finally have a way to make money. You can stay in the house with peace of mind, but you have seen what is going on in our family. You, Grandma Song, are the only one who is busy at home, and you have to help take care of me. You will definitely have to help with some things at home after you stay at home."
When Murong Qingyuan heard that Mo Tingyu agreed to his request, he felt sad and sad. A stranger could not bear to leave him at home, but his close relatives wished that he had never appeared in this world. With red eyes, he knelt on the ground and faced Mo
Ting Yu, Song Nanzhi kowtowed and thanked: "Thank you, Grandpa Mo, and Grandma Song for taking me in." After thanking him, he continued: "Please don't worry, Grandpa Mo, Grandma Song, this is my home from now on, and the affairs at home are my business. I will also work hard to make money.”
Naturally, Mo Tingyu couldn't get up from his seat and help Murong Qingyuan, so he hurriedly called to Song Nanzhi, "Pull the baby up quickly."
Song Nanzhi stood up in a hurry and pulled Murong Qingyuan up, "Get up soon."
After Murong Qingyuan got up, he handed the purse in his hand to Song Nanzhi again, "Grandma, you will be responsible for taking care of this purse from now on. I will also leave it to you after I earn money."
Mo Ziyuan's heart twitched when she heard this, she was climbing up the pole too fast! But when I think about the moment when I was picked up by my grandfather in the water, if I could run, I would probably be able to crawl so fast!
Song Nanzhi was forced to take away the purse handed over by Murong Qingyuan, and said angrily: "You are still young, don't think about making money all day long, you and Lin Song are boys, you need to read more books, so that you can have money in the future. Promote."
The corners of Murong Qingyuan's mouth were slightly curved, a perfect arc hanging on the young man's cheek, "Well, I will definitely study seriously."
Mo Ziwan looked at the clear and gentle young man in front of her, Ye Hao! Grandpa and grandma have always thought about the small number of people in the family. Now that there are more and more people in the family, the family will become more and more lively in the future! The excitement is getting louder, and the household expenses are also increasing, so we have to think of ways to make more money.
At night, Mo Ziyuan reorganized the idea of wax paper printing in her mind, ensuring that every link could be solved with a suitable solution.
The next day, Murong Qingyuan still got up early. After sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard, he went to Li Linsong and asked, "What did you do every day when you were at home?"
Li Linsong replied: "It's okay. In my free time, after breakfast, I sometimes go to the mountains to collect some firewood, and sometimes I cut pig grass and feed the pigs. When I'm busy, my parents will take me to the fields to help. I can do whatever I can. Just do whatever you want, and your younger brothers and sisters at home will also help with it.”
Murong Qingyuan thought that he had never done any of the things he said, and in this family now, with his younger brothers and sisters, even though Li Li was younger than him, he could do more than himself. And Wanwan, after thinking about it, forget it, she doesn't need to be taken care of.
After thinking about it, I decided to focus on copying books for the time being, but I still have to take time out every day to go out with Grandma Song and learn more about how to do farm work, so that I can help when I am busy in the future.
