Tuning the early Tang Dynasty

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It was the moment when I couldn't make a decision, the gentle voice of "Master" my mother Lu Shi was like the sound of nature, Buddha, have you appeared?

"Hmph!" Old Man Fang hummed seemingly disdainfully, his knife turned into an eagle's claw, he picked up the teacup and poured it, which is a good move.

Mrs. Lu appeared vaguely in front of old man Fang and me. It seems that Mrs. Lu had expected that Mr. Fang was narrow-minded and small-minded.With a flick of the long skirt, Shi Shiran sat down beside the old man Fang: "Master, too, Jun'er was injured so badly, he just got better in the past few days, if you want to do it again, why don't you give up your concubine first, and give me a break." The concubine is dressed in white silk, so that the concubine will not see father and son killing each other."

Cold sweat came down on his forehead, and his mother's ultimate move was too [

"Hmph! Ma'am, you are still protecting this unfilial bastard!" Old man Fang's saliva was like a sharp arrow, and I could only brace myself to face the violent storm.

"Yesterday, it was my concubine who sent Jun'er to go. It's the concubine who should be blamed for this matter. Besides, our Jun'er was in the limelight yesterday, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary." Lu She spoke softly, as if she was chatting with her wife. I could clearly see that the old man's anger value plummeted, and his raging anger was instantly extinguished into crumbling sparks.

"Ma'am, it's not that the old man doesn't feel sorry for me, but when will this scoundrel understand something? If he can't get a job, he can't do anything. When will he not make trouble all day long? The Fang family will give him the face. Lost it all." The old man Fang seems to have aged a lot, and he feels a little sad, as if he saw his former father scolding him.

"Father, my beloved should be damned!" I lowered my head and replied loudly.That kid deserved to die, such a good mother, and a father who strictly demanded himself to be a good person, unexpectedly

"Okay, lord, Jun'er made a mistake, Jun'er, pour tea for your father." Lu Shi looked at me with the same loving gaze as before, which made my heart ache, and I really wanted to tell her about her. No son, I'm Fang Yiai, I'm Fang Jun.As for the bastard who asked him to reincarnate the bully city management and bandit police who harmed the harmonious society, forget it.

He respectfully poured a cup of tea for his father, and filled a cup for Lu Shi. Old man Fang glanced at me, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. When I raised my eyes, I saw him look away, and let out a cold snort.For such a grown-up man, from the perspective of a child's temper, old man Fang really loves this prodigal son Fang Yiai very much, and he must have lost his temper that day.

"Go down, and copy the thousand-character text for me a hundred times. If you don't finish copying, you are not allowed to go out. If you dare to step out of the house, I will see if the old man will not discount your dog legs!" As soon as the old man said this, I saw Lu Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the side, it seems that the old man has passed this level.As soon as I walked out of the room, I heard the old man's voice faintly from behind: "By the way, madam, what do you think this scoundrel got in the limelight yesterday?" I really want to ask this question.

Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun, the moon, the moon, the celestial constellations, the cold, the summer, the autumn, the harvest, and the winter storage... The remaining years of age, the Lu, the sun, the clouds, the rain and dew, the frost, the gold, the Lishui, the jade, and the Kungang... Sweat like rain, and your hands shake like chicken feet: " Green Butterfly, how many times have you done it?"

"Twice" the Green Butterfly standing next to me, holding a pen, was shaking, covering her mouth and yawning secretly, showing signs of drowsiness.

"Twice?" My ancestors, you are so rigid, you only wrote it twice from morning to noon now?A hundred times, do I have to wait until next year to get out of the house?No, give me liberty or give me death.Slapped the good wolf hair on the pen stand: "Green Butterfly!"

"The servant is here!" The little girl jumped up in shock, and the sleepy boy flew to Java.

"I'll catch a goose for the young master."

"Slave obeys, master?" Ludie's eyes began to twinkle again, damn it!

"Ludie, the young master doesn't burn it now, you let Fang Cheng catch a goose and bring it to the room, it will be of great use to me" I explained very kindly.

"But young master." Lu Die hesitated to speak, full of worries: "You can't cook goose in the study, otherwise, you will be beaten to death by the master."

"Ah?" What did the little girl think I was doing?Shall I use this roomful of books for firewood?Then it is very likely that Mr. Fang will lock me in the room and let me burn myself with the goose.

"Forget it, go and pluck some goose feathers for me. Remember, you need big ones. If you don't have goose feathers, just chicken feathers. If you don't have chicken feathers, just bring me duck feathers. Remember, you want the ones with long roots on the tail or wings. . " Staring angrily, stretched out his arms, won't you go?I'm going crazy.

"Slave obeys!" The little girl glanced at me with a tragic expression on the execution ground, and ran away crying?is this necessary?

"Scissors" I took a chicken feather, aimed it with a very strong momentum, and reached out to the green butterfly. [

"Here you are, master." Lu Die fanned her curious eyes, hoping that I could turn chicken feathers into strange things.

Click, cut out the shape of the hair head, kneaded the hair tube softly, stained with ink, pulled a piece of used waste paper, yes, although it is not smooth, but at least my writing speed has been improved to that of a brush: n minutes to a chicken brush : n seconds word.Wow ha ha ha the world's first chicken pen was born in my hands.

"Wow, master, you can write words with chicken feathers." In the eyes of Ludie, I have already been promoted to a fairy-level figure, hehe

"Green Butterfly!"

"Yes!" I answered well, and my small body stood upright, looking at me with big shining eyes.

"Remember, in the great China, in the 14th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, a reborn great man, Fang Yiai, went through the vicissitudes of life, overcome all difficulties, and in spite of the hardships, invented the first chicken brush. From now on, just kidding, don't Look at me with that look again, be careful I will beat you!"

"Yes" Lu Die pouted her small mouth aggrievedly.I continued to grind the ink, and I continued to struggle hard with the tribute paper with the chicken feather pen.

When it was dark and white, and when it was white and it was about to turn black again, I threw the No.30 nine chicken feather pens into the trash can with two dark circles under my eyes. The project is finally complete, so excited.Pulling up the small hand of Ludie who was dozing off next to him, he roared excitedly, as if seeing the Chinese men's football team volley into their own goal.

Lu Die blushed so red that she could almost steam an egg: "Young Master Jun, you are hurting this servant."

"Oh, I'm excited, I didn't mean it." Alas, the little girl's resentment for eating Lvdiebainennen's tofu was actually seen through by this little girl.I’m too evil, I can’t, I’m not an evil uncle, I have to write a hundred times silently, I just finished copying the thousand-character text a hundred times, and now my hands are a little cramped, and I’m a little allergic to chicken feathers.

When it was too late, when it was too soon, there was a dry cough outside the study, and Mr. Fang strode towards him.I bowed my head, pressed my ears, and was as docile as a sheep: "I have seen my father."

"Yeah" the old man ignored me, came to the table in a few strides, copied my calligraphy, and checked the paper with his beard.

"Runyu becomes a year old, Lu Lu adjusts the sun. Clouds rise to rain, dew turns to frost. Gold produces Lishui, and jade comes out of Kungang.... Huh? What is this?" The old man pointed to the period and asked me.

Damn, I'm used to it, and all the punctuation marks are used, "I'm a stupid child with periods, I don't know how to break sentences, so I have to use commas and periods to separate them." I hurriedly and respectfully explained the usefulness of these symbols. I used to be a teacher, if this kind of trivial matter can't be explained, why not kill myself with a piece of tofu.

"Oh" the old man squinted at me for a long time, and then he looked away, and stared at my calligraphy with a hard pen for a long time, muttering something in his mouth.

"It's rare for my son to put his heart into it. These symbols are useful for punctuating sentences." The old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, like the twinkling stars in the sky, and the old man seemed to realize the usefulness of these inconspicuous little symbols.

"Thank you for the compliment, father." Wiping the sweat off his brow, the old man's aura was terrifying, thankfully he didn't beat me up.

"My son these two days, um, my handwriting is too ugly and has no strength. You can see people by reading it, and look at the word 'cut' you wrote. It's like a chicken scraper." The old man who has the essence of regular script commented very aptly. It was planed with chicken feathers, the idol, the eyes looking at the old man are full of stars.

Mr. Fang didn't seem to be used to my admiring gaze, so he simply turned around and said, "But I did my best and knew how to break sentences with periods and commas. I deserve my father's painstaking efforts." The old man seemed to be wiping tears behind my back.

"Father" my eyes are also a little hot. After the age of 16, no one cares whether my handwriting is good or not. Suddenly returned to the past.