Mingshi

Chapter 148 Luo Qing Practices Calligraphy
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He met six people along the way, and Luo Ping was praised six times. He walked into the ancestral house with a rosy face, entered the main room, and saw his grandparents sitting on chairs, but there was no one else in the main room.Without waiting for Luo Heng to speak, Luo Ping put the bag of food on the table and said:
"Father, mother, I'll send you some food. I don't know when this year will end. Even if it is a good year, it will take until the autumn harvest. Father, mother, and the elders also know that I only bought five hundred catties Grain. It’s just that our family can only last until this year’s autumn harvest. I will send ten catties of grain first, and my parents will eat first. Take it from me. Even if we are hungry, we cannot let our parents be hungry."

Luo Heng's expression softened. No matter what, the second son sent ten catties of food without asking himself to speak, which saved him enough face, and he couldn't help feeling grateful.As for the delivery of only ten catties of grain, didn't the second son say that?You can still get it in the future!

Regarding the fact that the second son was only given ten catties of food at a time, how could he not understand once he calmed down after living such an old age?This is because they are afraid of giving too much, and my eldest son and younger son's family let go of their stomachs to eat!The second son's family also only has [-] catties of grain. If he eats it freely, he will eat it up in two or three months.This family is a bunch of men who can eat.

Grandma also stood up at this time, beckoned Luo Ping and Luo Xin to sit down, poured two bowls of water for them herself, sat down and sighed:

"Oh, second child, if only you had bought more food back then!"

Luo Ping scratched his head and said: "When my father scolded me for being a prodigal, I bought less."

Luo Heng's face turned red, and he took a puff of his cigarette without making a sound.He looked at Luo Dao:

"Xin'er, how is your studies?"

"It's okay!" Luo Xin replied respectfully, "I'm preparing for the next year's exam."

"The year after tomorrow! You're only 12 years old the year after next! Don't worry, it won't be too late to study for a few more years before taking the exam." At this time, the uncle who had been hiding at the door came in and said.

"Uncle, I just want to see the world." Luo Xin said flatly.

"That's right!" Luo Zhi nodded, sat down and said, "Seeing the world, don't panic when you take the exam next time. Xin'er, you come to me from tomorrow, and I will tell you about contemporary literature and art."

"No need!" Luo Xin's expression did not conceal his alienation: "Uncle Lu left too much homework, and my nephew has no time."

"Lu Weng?" Luo Zhi's eyes showed shock

"Yes!"

"Lu Weng taught you fashion and art?" Luo Zhi's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Yes, I have already worshiped Uncle Lu as my teacher."

"Isn't your teacher Lin Chang?"

"The teacher advises my nephew to worship Uncle Lu as his teacher!"

Envy appeared in Luo Zhi's eyes and said: "Xin'er, next time you go to see Lu Weng, take your uncle, okay?"

"You have such a big face!"

In Luo Xinxin's heart, he was really speechless about Luo Zhi's feeling of not being seen outside. Is Lu Tingfang something you can see if you want to?Even Zhou Yu, the magistrate of the county, can't see it just because he wants to.Take you to see Lu Tingfang?Let Lu Tingfang know that I still have an uncle like you?Did I take the wrong medicine?

"Uncle, without the teacher's permission, I can't take anyone there casually."

"Then... will you help me talk about it next time?"

Luo Xin frowned slightly, and then said lightly: "I will tell the teacher!"

"Thank you, Xin'er!" Luo Zhi was a little excited.

"No! I'm just talking to the teacher. It's not up to me whether the teacher is willing to see you."

"Yes, yes!" Luo Zhi nodded repeatedly.

"Father!" Luo Xin looked at Luo Ping.Luo Ping stood up and said, "Father, mother, I'm back."

"Let's stay and eat!" Luo Heng finally said.

"No!" A trace of excitement appeared on Luo Ping's face: "There is still some work to do when we go back."

Luo Xin and his father left grandpa's house, Luo Ping clenched his fists all the way, his face flushed with excitement.Luo Xin shook his head speechlessly. As for being so excited?

"Xin'er, do you know? It's the first time your grandpa is so kind to us."

Luo Xin stretched out his hand and patted his father's shoulder without a word, but Luo Ping waved his fist and said:

"This feeling is really..." Then he forgot the words, and looked at Luo Xin, Luo Xin opened his mouth and spit out a word:

"Cool!"

"Yes, it's cool!" Luo Ping shook his fist again and said, "This feeling is really cool!"

At Luo Heng's house, the main room was full of people at this time, the uncle and uncle's family were all sitting there.Luo Heng glanced at the eldest son's family and the youngest son's family, and said in a deep voice:
"The second child's family has agreed to send us food. However, as you all know, the second child's family only bought [-] catties of grain. Including the second child's family, we have a total of thirteen people. If we open our bellies If you don’t eat, you won’t be able to survive the autumn harvest at all, so start drinking porridge from today.”

"Father!" Luo Ye said hesitantly, "Even if you drink porridge and are half full every day, you won't be able to survive the autumn harvest! And you don't know how this year will be? Maybe you will continue to suffer."

"This year's season is better than last year's. It has been raining for the past two days. As long as we survive until the autumn harvest, we will be able to survive."

"But I can't make it through the autumn harvest!" Luo Zhi also said with a mournful face.

"Then let's talk about it at that time! Let's count it as a day! Alas..." Luo Heng sighed long.

The room fell silent, and finally Luo Heng stood up, with a tired face on his face, and said, "Remember, if our family can survive this time, it will be due to the kindness of the second family."

night!
West Wing.

Luo Xin was studying the article he had transcribed, while Luo Qing was standing in front of the table, practicing calligraphy with a brush in hand.Now he has finished reading "36 Strategies" and started to read "Sun Tzu's Art of War".At the same time, Luo Xin also began to teach him calligraphy.At this time, Luo Qing no longer had any resistance to calligraphy. Ever since he learned martial arts from studying military books and war strategies, he fell in love with reading.Although his understanding of writing is not high, he is extremely resilient. A year of writing has given his handwriting some shape.

What motivates him the most is that ever since Zhang Yunniang accidentally knew that Luo Qing could also write, looking at Luo Qing released little stars of admiration, which made him even more determined to practice calligraphy while his vanity was bursting up.

Luo Xin put down the book, stretched his waist, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then his eyes fell on the elder brother. Seeing the concentration of the elder brother practicing calligraphy, a smile appeared on his face, and he stood up from the chair. , quietly came to the elder brother's side, looked at the words on the paper, and nodded slightly.Luo Qing didn't notice Luo Xin, and was still practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke. Luo Xin looked at it for a while and said softly:

"The direction of the main pen, the layout of the secondary pen, the direction of the real pen, the succession of the virtual pen, the trend is connected, and the trend is drawn."

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(End of this chapter)