Prosperous pastoral genius little wine girl

Chapter 90 Telling a Story (1)
"This, what is this..." Tang Yunzhuo asked dryly while holding the thing in his hand with his eyes wide open.

Tang Yunjin looked calm, "Paper and pen, don't you recognize it?"

Tang Yunzhuo said: "Of course I know it's a pen and paper, but you bought this?"

"Yeah. It's not convenient to write on the ground all the time. You see, the handwriting you write after practicing for so long is still so ugly. It's because you don't use a pen, and you can't correct the posture of holding the pen. And the writing on paper Words will also work better than writing on soil."

"That's not the case!" Tang Yunzhuo scratched his hair frantically, "Paper and pens are very expensive! What are you doing to buy these! What a waste of money!"

There are not many people in their village who can read and write, and those older generations may not have pens and paper at home, only a few in the village head's house. Sometimes the neighbors will come to the village when they make an IOU or make a marriage contract. The elder's family asked the village head to write a piece of paper.

But Tang Yunjin was lucky, she bought a stack of papers, at least dozens of them!There is also a writing brush and an inkstone!Although it doesn't look like high-end goods, it is still a lot of money!
"I know you made some money selling jam, but you can save it to buy medicine for yourself!" Tang Yunzhuo said loudly, and there was a sense of hatred for iron.

Tang Yunjin smiled, "What do children think so much about? I bought it for you and you just use it obediently. If you don't use it well or learn it carefully, I will waste the money for nothing."

"You—" Tang Yunzhuo almost suffocated himself without coming up.

"Okay, don't gossip, write down all the words I learned before, and let me see, and I will correct the posture of holding the pen for you by the way." Tang Yunjin paused, and chuckled: "Okay, I will give it to you when I finish my work." Tell a story, and I will tell you after you have practiced your handwriting."

"You... forget it, you can do whatever you want!" Tang Yunzhuo sat down resignedly, laid the paper flat on the small table and picked up the brush.

Tang Yunjin was amused for a while, it was obviously a good thing, and the conditions for practicing calligraphy will become better in the future, why doesn't this kid know how to be grateful?
Although Tang Yunjin did not supervise during this period, Tang Yunzhuo has always been hardworking and smart enough, so after a period of time, she has been able to write a lot of words. She also taught him two simple poems. Those who have a relationship in the countryside, hoe the grain.

Tang Yunzhuo didn't know how classic this poem was, but after she explained the content, she felt that the so-called every grain of rice must be because she couldn't get enough to eat, so she cherished every grain of rice.

In this regard, Tang Yunjin declined to comment.

"You said you wanted to tell a story, can you tell it now?" Tang Yunzhuo triumphantly picked up the paper full of words and shook it in front of her, "See, I've written it all! Don't try to cheat! "

"Okay. What kind of stories do you like to hear? The love between a gifted man and a beautiful woman, the soul-stirring story of a knight fighting for his sword, detectives or court intrigues, and the secrets of the mansion gate. Which one do you want to hear?"

Tang Yunzhuo was stunned, and it took a long time before he said: "So many kinds? Can you tell me which one I want to hear?"

Tang Yunjin rested her chin with one hand and tilted her head, "You can try it."

Tang Yunzhuo blinked, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Two days ago, the small theater troupe in the town performed Jianghu dramas of decent people and cult leaders, but I always felt that the plot was not very attractive, very old-fashioned, and repeated over and over again. It’s this story, there are only a few plots, it’s very boring, why don’t you tell one and see if it’s more interesting than the dramas filmed by the troupe!”

(End of this chapter)