Prosperity through farming

Chapter 46

"Well, as expected of a single spiritual root, it's quick to draw qi into the body," Mr. Satisfied, "Those brown dots are the aura in the environment. Xiaohan can feel them enter your body, which means that the aura enters smoothly. It has entered your body. This is the first step of cultivation, to lead spiritual energy into the body."

"Then, this is normal?" Xiaohan was happy, "Then what was turning around in the body just now, is it spiritual energy?"

"Well, yes, it was only at the beginning that I guided it. After a long time, you will be able to drive it yourself. Although the aura in your body is still very little, as long as you practice hard every day, it will slowly accumulate. , more and more." The gentleman explained kindly.

"Then if I let the aura circulate in my body all the time, the aura will keep increasing?" Xiaohan was very excited.

Mr. shook his head, "Don't be impatient at the beginning, at most twice a day, otherwise your body will be overwhelmed. Didn't you stop when you felt pain? This is because your body hasn't adapted to the aura in it. It's been a long time. , the body will gradually adapt, and it will be able to run the aura for a longer time."

"Then, when is the next time?" Xiaohan liked that feeling very much.

"That won't be until the afternoon." The gentleman stretched out his hand and pulled Xiaohan up, "Come on, now, you have to go to the school to learn how to write."

Xiaohan stood up with the pulling force, "Wow", and hung all his weight on the husband's hand, "The leg is numb! Sir."

The husband bent down and pinched Xiaohan's calf a few times. Xiaohan's legs trembled, and finally he was able to stand firmly.

The husband picked up Xiaohan's schoolbag and pushed open a door opposite, "Come on, I'll take you to the school dormitory today, remember the way, and you have to go by yourself tomorrow."

"Okay," Xiaohan let go of the slight discomfort in his legs, and opened his eyes to look carefully. Opposite this door is a long row of school dormitories. The husband took Xiaohan to the third door from the left. "Come on, you and Zhang Si share a school dormitory. Next, you have to learn to write, and she will teach you."

"Aunt Si?" As soon as the door opened, Xiaohan greeted the classmates he met yesterday, and finally saw a familiar person, it was great.

However, upon seeing her, Xiaohan suddenly remembered what she said yesterday—"You come in early". According to her statement, it is obvious that everyone has to climb the steps, and the time spent on the steps is different for each person. .

"Xiaohan?" Zhang Si, who had been alone for a long time, was also very happy to have a classmate to accompany her.

"Zhang Si," the husband told her gently, "You have to teach Xiaohan how to write. If she can't write well, you have to tell her. Just like Zhang Tian taught you, you have to teach her well."

Zhang Si blushed slightly, and accepted the order happily, "Yes, sir, I promise to teach Xiaohan well."

There are two desks facing each other in the dormitory, and on one of the desks, there is nothing but a porcelain bowl filled with water.

The other one is obviously used by Zhang Si. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all placed in various places. Zhang Si is sitting on the chair behind the desk at this time.

The husband put Xiaohan down and left, and the door of the school was closed when the husband left.

Zhang Si was obviously very happy, jumped off the chair and walked towards Xiaohan, "Xiaohan, have you brought your stationery? I will teach you how to write. The tables and chairs here are all specially made, specially for our young and short children." use."

Sure enough, the desk and chairs were all shrunk. Xiao Han was very happy, and picked up his schoolbag, "Aunt Si, what should I do?"

"Come on, the inkstone and ink must be positioned first. Here, on the right hand side, put the paper in this corner, away from the water bowl. Otherwise, if you accidentally wash the brush and water splashes on it, the paper will be wasted, and then the pen. Well, the lid of the inkstone is turned over, so it can be used to hold pens. The most important thing is that before we practice in the afternoon, we have to wash the used pens and inkstones, dry them, and put them in the bag after school so that they don’t get stained. Wet-copied pages and blank paper." Zhang Si pointed out the details conscientiously.

"Oh, good." Xiaohan also listened carefully to the experience of the seniors, "How should I write?"

"Don't worry, take it step by step," Zhang Si was very meticulous, "Before writing, you have to learn how to sharpen ink and how to hold a brush. After learning these two things, I will show you the book to be copied. You read the first paragraph, and then slowly write it according to the pattern. When you can finish writing this paragraph, copy it and memorize it, and then move on to the next paragraph. Sister Tian taught me this way before, and I have to teach you the same way Just do it."

Xiao Han nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Come on, let's first learn how to grind ink. Grinding ink is a good way to meditate. How to add water, what kind of force should be used between the ink ingot and the inkstone to make better contact, and how the ink should be ground to be considered true grinding. Well, the written words will not be too light, and the ink will not be so thick that the nib of the pen sticks to the paper, and the ink marks will not scatter as soon as the pen is written...

"When you first learn to write, you can't be sure whether the ink is well ground. It is best to prepare a piece of paper for testing the ink. After a long time, you will naturally have experience. Knowing what kind of ink is well ground .

"Then learn to hold a pen, index finger like this, middle finger like this, ring finger, little finger...

"When holding the pen, the palm of the whole right hand feels as if holding a pebble. Well, I brought one here specially. When I was young, I used it when holding the pen. Try it. Yes, this is the position.

"You can't raise your little finger. When you actually write, each finger has to contribute. We are small and weak. If you raise your little finger, your strength will be even weaker, and the written characters will be even worse. up.

"You hold the pen first, raise your wrist, and maintain this posture for a while. When your hands are tired, let go and take a while, and then start again. You have to hold the pen for at least half an hour without making a mistake before you can officially start writing.

Xiaohan obeyed obediently, tsk, there are so many things to pay attention to in the preparation work alone-it is really learned in everything!
When I really started writing, it was almost noon.

The book that Zhang Si took out was obviously hand-copied. Although it was copied on silk, it was very well copied... After thinking for a long time, Xiaohan only found these two words to describe it-perfect!
Xiao Han said "Wow", "Okay, even though I can't read the characters yet, I also know that these characters are very beautiful."

Zhang Si nodded again and again, "This is the original copy left by Zhang Tianshi. The children in Zhangjiazhuang all use this book for their enlightenment. Be careful not to dirty it. This is the only copy." The pages of the book she copied, "This is my fault, I have already copied the entire book, but unfortunately this word is still not good enough, let alone compared with Zhang Tianshi." She turned out a few more sheets of paper and compared her Copied, the fonts on these pages are much more beautiful, almost as good as Zhang Tianshi's authentic book, "This is copied by Sister Tian, ​​she said it's still not good, it can't be included in her textbook, but, She writes much better than mine, too."

Sure enough, the three different handwritings, from poor to good, can clearly distinguish the quality of the handwriting from the bad.

Xiaohan still doesn't know what these characters are, but it doesn't hinder her appreciation of beauty. After several observations and evaluations, her eyes can't be taken off Zhang Tianshi's handwriting.

Strangely, the silk script handwritten by Zhang Tianshi not only forms a whole on its own, but also naturally blends together. From the perspective of the entire page, each word just happens to form a component, and the entire page is also integrated. Which word, will not look good.

No wonder writing is also called "calligraphy", but everything that can be called Dharma can be compared with Dao. This page has used the most intuitive and wonderful effect to let Xiaohan understand what it means to "everything can enter Dao".

"Come on, I'll teach you to read the first page first, and after you've read it, you have to write it, and memorize it as you write it, until you can completely remember to be able to silently write the words beautifully." Zhang Si, the little teacher, is still very qualified.

"Okay, Aunt Si, teach me quickly." Looking at these perfect words, Xiaohan felt itchy in his heart, and wished he could recognize them all right away.

"Come on, read with me, 'Dao can be said, very Tao. Name can be named, very famous....'" Zhang Si pointed out each word seriously, and read it to Xiao Han.

Xiaohan followed closely, looking at the handwriting, he always felt that this text seemed familiar, and it felt familiar after a long absence.

Therefore, reading is very smooth, but when it comes to practicing calligraphy, Xiaohan is miserable. Although the posture of holding the pen is correct, the little hand is trying to be steady.

She could understand why Aunt Si had to put the book far away on the shelf where she could see it before practicing calligraphy—told herself to write a few words rather than forget how to write the following words, put down the brush and run closer Take a look, remember it, and then go back to the desk to write, and refuse to put the book on your desk.

As far as my current virtue of ink spilling from the desk to the skirt of my clothes, if the book is placed in front of me, it will definitely be stained.

It has to be said that writing has dealt a severe blow to Xiaohan's accumulative nature. She has been able to memorize every word on the entire page in her mind, but she just can't write it out with her hands.

I hate the writing brush, Xiao Han and the soft brush bristles worked hard, and finally, the sweat on the forehead came out, and the handwriting on the paper was still rigid and crooked.

But in Zhang Tianshi's authentic book, every character is completely round and beautiful, and the pen tip should be like soft water to be able to write like that.

She clearly knows the trick, but she just can't do it!
Xiaohan was about to get discouraged, so angry that his eyes were about to sweat.

After being patted on the back, Zhang Si took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Don't worry Xiaohan, you are still young, you need to practice your handwriting, the time is up, we have to go to lunch, your brothers must I'm waiting for you in the cafeteria."

(End of this chapter)