It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 49 What a standard Wei stele style! (Seeking for collection)

"Two horses." Sun Jianping raised his head and smiled at him as a greeting. The person who came was none other than Accountant Tian, ​​one of the "Troika" of the Taipingshan Brigade. The procedure for him to go to the countryside to join the team was still the same. It was done by someone.

"I remembered, what is the name of the one you came from the capital, Sun? What is Sun?" Accountant Tian stared at him for several times. A vague name flashed through his mind, but he couldn't think of it. Woke up.

"Sun Jianping!"

"Yes, yes, Sun Jianping! Good job, good boy!" Accountant Tian laughed and greeted, "I'll settle the accounts first, and you can warm yourself here!"

He walked to the desk, pulled up the chair and sat down, pulled a Dulu key from his belt, unscrewed the small lock on the drawer, took out a red and green Guoguang apple, and pulled a washing machine from the side of the table. I wiped it with a white towel and looked through the account books while chewing.

The sweet and sour smell of apples filled the small accounting room. Sun Jianping couldn't help but swallow, turned to watch him finish eating an apple without raising his head, and threw the core into the trash can aside. , wiped his hands on his clothes, picked up the abacus again, and began to type.

apple……

Sun Jianping licked his tongue and took a deep breath of the sweet and sour air. When was the last time he ate an apple?

Can't remember...

The door opened, bringing in a chilly air. Commissioner Yao Zhongping walked in with a roll of red paper under his arm. Seeing Sun Jianping warming himself by the fire, he waved to him as a greeting.

He walked straight to Accountant Tian, ​​put his hand on the desk, lowered his voice, and chatted with him for a few words. Accountant Tian frowned and said, "Old Yao... I am calculating the public rations for the entire brigade. Do you want to find someone else to deal with?"

"Help me think of a way. I'm new here and I'm not familiar with this place. I'll leave this matter to you. The publicity team will arrive early tomorrow morning. I'm in a hurry!"

Accountant Tian didn't dare to refute Yao Zhongping's face no matter how courageous he was. He finally accepted the red paper and twisted his eyebrows into a knot.

Suddenly he turned around and saw that an educated youth from the capital was sitting next to the stove!

"Sun...what is that?"

"Uncle Tian, ​​my name is Sun Jianping!"

"Yes, yes, Sun Jianping! I always forget your name. Can you write calligraphy?" Accountant Tian leaned down and waved to him, gesturing for him to come to his side.

"My grandpa taught me some things when I was back home..."

"As long as you can write something close." Accountant Tian shoved a roll of red paper at him as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Isn't it that the propaganda team is coming to our team headquarters to perform? The leader means to pull up a banner. Something like that, make it look decent. Then, please lend your hand and help me write some slogans and post them outside. I'm busy here and can't spare time..."

"Okay, Uncle Tian!" Sun Jianping took the red paper and said, "If you write poorly and ruin the situation, don't blame me!"

"This kid talks so much! Let's write!" Accountant Tian laughed and pointed at the window sill, "The brushes and ink are all there. You can use them as you see and use them. If you need anything, please give me a shout!"

Sun Jianping moved everything on the desk next to the window to the floor, freed up the tabletop, and took out the brush and ink. After not using it for a long time, the ink on the brush had dried up, and when he scraped it with his fingers, the ink residue fell off.

He took a thermos, poured half a cup of warm water into the enamel teapot, inserted the brush into it and rinsed it for a few times. The pen tip made of wolf hair melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. With a slight stir, the clear water immediately became turbid. .

That's it!
Sun Jianping unscrewed the ink bottle and dipped it into the thick ink. He first pulled a piece of waste paper and scratched it a few times. When he felt the touch came, he took a deep breath, pulled a piece of three-inch square red paper, and put down a dot. !
"joyous……"

Sun Jianping looked at it with his neck crooked, shook his head, tore off the red paper, rolled it into a ball, threw it into the burning stove, causing Accountant Tian to frown, this kid...

You don’t have that ability!

He shook his wrist. Although this writing brush was also made of wolf hair, its feel was far inferior to that of his grandfather's valuable long-edged wolf hair!
Just use it!

Sun Jianping took a deep breath and remembered his grandfather's teachings when he was learning calligraphy. He dipped his hands in thick ink and held the penholder tightly with his right hand. His fingertips seemed to have hanging stones. He kept the tip of the pen steady and level, and gently landed on the red paper. With just one stroke, the pen moved like a dragon. Snake, good fortune is in the air, and a big word "huan" is printed on the paper! Accountant Tian couldn't sit still anymore. He walked over, picked up the word "Huan" on which the ink was still wet, and looked at it carefully.

it is good!
What a standard Wei stele style!
The handwriting is broad and broad, with clear edges and corners, the strokes are straight and strong, and the veins are well defined, which shows the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties!

it is good!
He nodded repeatedly. This word alone could not have been written without ten years of hard work!

In the blink of an eye, Sun Jianping had finished writing the words "Welcome the XXXXX Propaganda Team of No. 1 Heavy Industry Factory to perform in the countryside". He shook his wrist, put the brush on the table, and smiled at Accountant Tian, ​​"Uncle Tian, ​​do you agree?"

"Not bad!"

Accountant Tian read the seventeen large characters one by one and praised them repeatedly. They are not bad, not bad. Even the calligraphers in the provincial capital are just like this!

Sun Jianping lifted up his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and was very satisfied with the words he had just written!

Thanks to my grandfather’s earnest teachings when I was a child, I didn’t lose this skill!
"Your handwriting in Wei stele style is beautiful. Jianping, please sit down!"

Accountant Tian finally realized that the young man standing in front of him was not only handsome, he also had real talent and learning!

He hurriedly moved a chair and handed it to him. After thinking about it, he ran to the desk, took out the key and opened the drawer, took out three Guoguang apples and placed them on the table, "Eat, eat, you're welcome!"

"Thank you, Uncle Tian!"

"This kid is just talking nonsense. Well, I have to write a few more pages later. I say you write..."

Accountant Tian's arrogant and respectful attitude made Sun Jianping feel quite unhappy, but then he thought about it. When you are of no use to others, who would bother using the Big Apple to please you?

"Jianping, sit down, uncle, I still need your help with something. I want to write a letter to my superiors, but I can't do it with the few strokes of handwriting. You just happened to be here. Please help me copy the letter. Don't worry, I'm sure. I can’t do anything wrong to you!”

With a smile on his face, Accountant Tian took out a crumpled letter from his pocket that had been revised countless times. Sun Jianping took it and scanned it quickly. It turned out to be a proposal to his superiors to improve accounting work methods.

In line with the principle of doing things for the convenience of others, Sun Jianping directly agreed without even asking. Accountant Tian took out another paper with the words "Hecheng Agency Special Paper" printed on it, handed it to him, and pressed it with his hand. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good work!"

Sun Jianping smiled, picked up the pen, and brushed it like a dragon in one stroke.

"Come and eat some peanuts!"

As soon as he started writing, Accountant Tian put another handful of peanuts on the table. He picked up the letter and read it over. Not only was the handwriting neat, but he also helped him correct many grammatical and punctuation errors.

"What should be said should be said by those of you who are studying in college and doing things neatly..." Accountant Tian was full of praise, tore off a few pieces of paper, folded them and stuffed them into envelopes, "Jianping, you are working in the production team now. What?"

"Be a shepherd and feed the horses." Sun Jianping picked up an apple, rubbed it, took a bite, and said.

"Shepherd..." Accountant Tian held the bulging envelope thoughtfully.

There was a shrill sound of killing a pig outside the window!

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