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Chapter 39
Er Fatty's murmured answer made Qi Linghong stiffen with a sluggish snort, and Zhang County Captain laughed out loud.

He wasn't Yang Zhiyuan, who gave the old man Qi Linghong a literati's face, wanted to use his son as a assassin, and didn't ask him, this old man?

An old fool, just a fucking old fool!
Sanskrit couldn't help smiling and pinching Erpang's little cheek, Erpang scratched his head, not feeling at all that what he just said was wrong.

"Sister Huailiu, he told you to write too, you...you go too?"

Er Fatty became more considerate and asked him to write by himself. He was afraid. If he was accompanied by someone, he would at least be able to strengthen his courage, not to mention that with the Sanskrit voice, his pressure would be reduced to half.

Although Er Fatty didn't understand why he thought this way, in just one month, he had already developed a slight sense of dependence in his heart.

Fanyin is not afraid to write, but Wu Xiancheng wants to see her father make a fool of herself and make that old man worse, so she will readily agree?

Not to mention Yang Zhiyuan's face, she alone can't get over this hurdle.

"Since old Mr. Qi has asked for this, why not ask Mr. Fang and sister Wu to write a letter together. Today is the birthday of the county magistrate. How about a birthday letter? Wen Gu has never written one. However, the first birthday letter is dedicated to the county magistrate, please comment on it!"

Sanskrit words can be said to have surrounded everyone, even Fang Jingzhi was not spared.

She can't be blamed for this incident. Who told Fang Jingzhi to be Qi Linghong's student?
In this way, none of the officials and lords sitting in this room can hide away.

"Okay! I'm not afraid of embarrassing my son. I'll celebrate the county magistrate's birthday with the first birthday character. Fatty, as long as the birthday character is written like a birthday character, Daddy allows you to eat pork knuckles for three days. How about it? Hahaha..." Lieutenant Zhang Xian was the quickest to respond, and even made a statement immediately.

He said "not afraid of shame", how could Wu Xiancheng refuse?What's more, if he was writing birthday characters for the county magistrate, if he refused forcefully, it could be said that he slapped the county magistrate in the face.

But can Wu Lingya write?He is well aware of that rotten handwriting, who is ashamed?He is the most shameful!
This dead girl, what are you doing here?
The voice of Wu Xiancheng's gnashing of teeth reached Wu Lingya's ears, and she had already stood aside in fear, let her write?Isn't this fatal!What's more, it's embarrassing in front of Fang Jingzhi, she...she doesn't want to live!

Yang Huailiu, you did it on purpose, and I can't stop talking to you!
Fang Qingyuan glanced at Fanyin thoughtfully, but her innocence made Fang Qingyuan think that this might be a coincidence?Otherwise, a ten-year-old girl is so scheming, wouldn't she be a goblin!
Fang Jingzhi couldn't think of this, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

He took the initiative to come out and ordered people to fetch pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and then invited Yang Huailiu and others to come forward, "You two sisters, brother Wen Gu, come, the pens and inks are ready, let's make a fool of yourself!"

Wu Lingya couldn't move, she was squirming, and she only thought about what to do later...

"Mr. Fang is the oldest, please go first." Fanyin didn't let go of Er Fatty's hand.

Wu Lingya had no objection at all, she squeezed and smiled repeatedly: "Brother Jing, you should come first, and let us learn."

"Okay!" Fang Jingzhi was very happy. After pondering for a moment, he wrote the character of seal script, which has the smoothness of seal script and the broad, flat and solemn script of official script. Although the shape of the characters is regular, Fang Jingzhi will use this style of writing The offering of words can also show that he has long been tired of rules and etiquette in his heart, and he intends to fly high and go far away.

No wonder I am so eager for miscellaneous notes and anecdotes...

Sanskrit thought to himself, Er Fatty was stretching his neck to read, he only thought that this brother's handwriting was good, but he didn't know how and where.

Wu Lingya clapped her hands eagerly, with a nympho look on her face, she didn't know how to restrain herself, "Brother Jingzhi is too powerful, this word is too beautiful!"

Fang Jingzhi was also a little proud. This "shou" character was the best one he had written for a long time, and he respectfully picked it up and presented it to Fang Qingyuan, "My lord father, please comment!"

"Not bad, not bad," Fang Qingyuan laughed, "I will accept the gift from my son no matter what kind of virtue it is written in. I'd like to ask my junior and master to comment." Fang Qingyuan's gaze turned to Yang Zhiyuan.

Yang Zhiyuan got up to look at it, and said:

"My son's handwriting really opened my eyes. It's rare to be able to write such a handwriting at the young age of thirteen. The silkworm's head and swallow's tail, and the twists and turns are already vivid. If I say it, I might as well go out for a little more in the future. Let’s go, take a look, the font is ready, now it’s just a matter of mood.”

After Yang Zhiyuan bowed his hands, he returned the words to Fang Qingyuan.

How could Fang Qingyuan not hear his voice?His son's husband is the old man who confronted him tit for tat. He said that the difference was in his mood. Although he was mentioning Fang Jingzhi, he was also scolding Qi Linghong for his short-sightedness and being a frog in a well.

Qi Linghong snorted coldly, intending to refute, but he couldn't say anything, because Yang Zhiyuan's grade rating just now had no impurities and was very appropriate. If he argued forcefully, he would not be able to find a reason, but would just make trouble for no reason.

Although he didn't think he was making trouble unreasonably, when it came to his students, Qi Linghong still didn't want to blaspheme, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

Fang Jingzhi was very satisfied, and even more admired Yang Zhiyuan's suggestion.

But his words have already been presented, and it is a question of whose turn it is next.

Wu Lingya's face was red, just now it was because of Fang Jingzhi's admiration and nympho, now it was because she was too timid to write.

In terms of age ranking, she should be the second, but Fang Jingzhi's handwriting is so good, if she writes, wouldn't the contrast be too great?But...but let Yang Huailiu and the little fat man come first, but she couldn't say anything.

Hesitantly and stubbornly, it was Sanskrit who spoke first, "Wen Gu, you are a man, are you after Mr. Fang?"

"But...but I don't know how to write that character." Er Fatty told the truth, and Sanskrit laughed and said, "Just follow Mr. Fang's words, and draw a cat like a tiger. That's okay, right?"

"Okay!" Er Pang happily agreed, but still dragged Sanskrit to the table to encourage him.

As soon as this little chubby guy came, everyone's eyes gathered, most of them loved him, not expecting too much from his words.

Sanskrit asked Liu An to come in and polish and polish his pen. Er Fatty looked at what Fang Jingzhi wrote just now, and took a pen to trace...

One stroke after another, although a little ugly and crooked, it can still be seen that it is a longevity character.

After finishing the last stroke, Er Fatty wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down his pen. The first thing he looked at was Sanskrit, and he took a long breath when he saw Sanskrit nodding with a smile.

Fang Jingzhi held up Er Fatty's "Shou" character and handed it to Fang Qingyuan with a smile, "Father, this is Wen Gu's first birthday character, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay! Of course, this little guy, the county likes him more and more! Give him the wolf hair from the 'Yueshufang' in this county, and write a birthday letter to the county every year. Okay?" Fang Qingyuan's reward surprised Zhang Xianwei.

Yueshufang is not an ordinary place, where an ordinary pen costs one tael of silver, not to mention the things used by Fang County Magistrate will be worse?

Er Fatty laughed even more happily, Sanskrit gave him a wink, and he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, Uncle County Magistrate!"

"The reward from the county magistrate makes me a little scared, boy, I will write birthday characters every year in the future, do you hear me?" Zhang Xianwei praised Fang Qingyuan, Er Fatty didn't understand, he just nodded when his father opened his mouth The promise is, "Son, remember!"

Fang Qingyuan didn't show Er Fatty's "longevity" to others at all, not to mention that he had already rewarded the object, so he took it as a happy ending.

But the county magistrate wanted to smooth things over, and someone was not happy, and this person was Qi Linghong.

Just now Yang Zhiyuan said that his students needed to improve their mood, but he couldn't answer back. Now it's Yang Zhiyuan's students who are making a fool of himself, how can he let it go?

"The county magistrate can give such a big reward. I think Mr. Zhang must have written a good handwriting. I wonder if I can appreciate the face so that the old man can also observe and observe?" Qi Linghong's words were like a basin of ice water, completely cooling the atmosphere in the house.

County Magistrate Fang's face turned pale, County Captain Zhang couldn't help feeling annoyed, and wanted to explode.

Sanskrit immediately winked at Yang Zhiyuan, pointed to the bookcase beside him, Yang Zhiyuan smiled flatly, "It's okay, don't read the word "Shou", it is the private collection of the county magistrate, Huai Liu, written by Wen Gu before. What about the characters? Take it out and ask Mr. Qi to comment on it."

"Yes." Sanskrit smiled knowingly, his father has so many eyes, he can understand what he means by pointing to the bookcase.

This month's official position is not for nothing!
Sanskrit looked at Liu An and motioned him to take out the words in the book box. After all, Liu An was just a little book boy, and he was already a little frightened and at a loss. He completely forgot Sanskrit's previous instructions, and only took out two The words written by Fatty in Shuge.

Sanskrit gave him a cold look, and didn't care about scolding the kid for being cowardly and worthless, so he walked over and took out the old and ugly handwriting.

"This is the character that Wen Gu just learned with his father for ten days and the character that he wrote in the county magistrate's bookstore last hour. Please comment on it."

After Sanskrit finished speaking, Er Fatty stood in front of Yang Zhiyuan and waited.

"Huh? The writing is pretty good. It's very good. It's made a lot of progress. Why don't you ask Mr. Qi to take a look?" Yang Zhiyuan looked at Qi Linghong. Regardless of his identity, the old man got up and walked over, linking the two words together. I saw it and criticized:
"I can't do it horizontally or vertically. It's not bad? Is this how Yang Jinshi teaches students? I don't agree with this old man."

"Comparatively speaking, this child has indeed made great progress. The first one has distorted fonts, and the second one has been able to write perfectly, with a beginning and ending. Isn't that good?" Yang Zhiyuan smiled peacefully, not at all. The meaning of strong words.

Qi Linghong snorted coldly, "It's far worse than my five-year-old boy!"

The Sanskrit voice then said: "When the heart moves, things move, and when the mind is quiet, things are still. Wen Gu has been able to go from ignorance to numeracy, from ignorance to calligraphy for more than a month. This is already growth. Why compare with others? Mr. Qi , you are obsessed again!"

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