Prosperity through farming

Chapter 47

Xiaohan put down the pen, looked at the few lines of words that looked like earthworms crawling over the paper with hatred, stomped his feet angrily a few times, and was dragged out of the dormitory by Zhang Si.

Go out and walk to the right along the entire row of school buildings. It is obviously the noon break period. All the doors of the school buildings she passes are basically open, and some people are inside, and some are not.

Zhang Si saw that her mind had turned away, and she was not so bad-tempered that she was about to burst out, so she talked to her with a smile, "The cafeteria is at the end of the right, and the biggest room is the cafeteria , when eating, all the students in the private school will be there, and your brother will wait for you there, and my cousin, oh, sister Tian, ​​who I told you before, will also wait for me there. "

Before the words were finished, Xiaohan had already seen Zhang Hanlu standing outside the cafeteria door, and when he saw her, he immediately waved to her.

Xiaohan ran over in three steps at a time, threw herself into the arms of her elder brother, hugged her, and buried her face in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Hanlu was taken aback, logically, Xiaohan would not be bullied in the private school, what's the matter?His eyes turned to Zhang Si who came with Xiao Han.

Zhang Sixiao whispered softly, "Xiaohan just started writing, but she can't handle the brush well, so she is angry."

"Ah," a soft girl's voice beside me interjected, "is it the same as when Xiao Sigang wrote?"

"Sister Tian." Zhang Sijiao yelled, with a strong hint of coquettishness.

"Okay, let the two brothers comfort the girl," the soft voice became softer, apparently taking her away, "Come with me, what do you want to eat? Let's go get it together."

"Brother, I've packed all the food. Is Xiaohan here? Huh?" Jing Zhe came over with a loud voice, "What's wrong with Xiaohan?"

Han Lu patted her sister's back lightly, but couldn't find a good way to relieve her. When she saw Jing Zhe, she immediately thought of it, "Okay, Xiaohan, be good, don't worry, big brother still has your second brother's first writing. As for Mobao, I’ll show you later, everyone is the same, when you write for the first time, the nib won’t be obedient, so you need to practice.”

"Brother," Jing Zhe just walked up to him and heard such a sad news, he couldn't bear to live, "Wow, why is it always me who is unlucky."

Xiao Han burst out laughing, poking his head out of Han Lu's arms, his long eyelashes were still stained with beads of tears, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth burst out laughing, "The words that big brother wrote when he first started writing, Keep it too?"

Jingzhe's eyebrows are beaming with joy, it's time!Look, the little girl didn't just stare at me, "Yes, there must be. Daddy's has them, and Mother's also has them. Go back today and ask Mother to find them for you."

"Well, I want to see what kind of characters my brothers wrote for the first time," Xiaohan sighed, and held his brother's hand from left to right, "Compare to see if my writing is the worst, eh , " sighed very old-fashionedly, "I know exactly what a word should look like, but I just can't write it."

The second brother is the most imaginative, "You have to write it as a word, of course it can't be written well. At the beginning, I always used it as a painting to describe it. Try it. Anyway, you have small hands and weak strength. , Writing according to the official stroke rules is definitely not going to work, those stroke rules are set for adults with enough wrist strength, when you are young, it is not good to write according to that!"

Huh?These words really make sense!Xiaohan stopped suddenly, "Let me think about it." If according to what the second brother said, if you use painting, you don't have to move your wrists horizontally or vertically. The problem now is that her arms are short and can't support her. The action she imagined in her mind.But her wrist is still flexible enough. If the arm does not move and only the wrist moves with the pen tip...

"Don't come up with bad ideas," Han Lu thumped his younger brother's forehead, "Don't listen to him, if you don't develop the habit of writing well, you will never be able to write with strength and style."

That's right, if you use the method of scribbling to describe characters now, your pen habits will definitely be messed up, and you will habitually write with the strength of your wrist instead of your arms in the future.
However, if such beautiful characters are not copied down, she won't be able to read them again when new students enter school, what's the matter?
Xiaohan, who was in a dilemma, was led to sit down at the dining table by his two elder brothers and ignored him. He didn't even know what he ate, so he just ate the food into his mouth mouthful.

After eating and returning to the dormitory, Xiaohan's eyes lit up when she saw Zhang Si struggling to write, and she had an idea.

Doesn't she have two hands? The right hand must develop the habit of writing well, and the left hand doesn't need to be imprisoned by the habit. She can copy this book down by drawing and drawing as she wants.

When he thought of it, he did it. When Zhang Si finished writing on a piece of paper in his hand, when he looked up again, he saw that his elementary school student's face was completely covered in ink.

"Xiao Han, how did you get the ink on your face?" Zhang Si asked with a funny face and walked to her side.

Then there was a "Hey", "It looks like this, is your left hand more flexible?"

Xiaohan had already stopped writing, and she felt something was wrong before, but now, Xiaohan stared sideways at the words drawn on the paper, "Aunt Si, help me get that book and correct it." , obediently put the pen back on the inkstone cover.

Xiaohan raised her eyebrows when Zhang Tianshi brought the real book, without putting it aside, the second major blow of the day, "It's not like it at all!" She was so angry that she jumped off the chair and circled on the ground .

Zhang Si walked quickly to her desk, indeed, after taking a pair of the originals, he realized that there was only a formality, but like a layer of skin, the spirit contained in the words was not at all, completely irrelevant.

"Xiao Han, don't worry," Zhang Si put the original copy back to its original place, and stood looking at Xiao Han from a distance, "You are still young, you just learned to write on the first day, and you want to write like others for hundreds of years People who write well are as good, how is this possible, practice slowly, and one day, you will be able to write well."

Seeing that Xiao Han was still wandering around on the ground distractedly, Zhang Si advised her slowly, "Do you know when Zhang Tianshi wrote this scripture?"

Xiaohan stopped, standing in front of the authentic scripture, staring at the words on it, but listening to Zhang Si's words.

"This was copied by Tianshi Zhang when he was in the Mahayana period, before the arrival of the immortal light. These words are not only a question of the structure of the writing, but also contain Zhang Tianshi's understanding of this scripture," Zhang Si pinched Xiaohan and muttered angrily Dumb face, "You are only practicing on the first day, the first time practicing calligraphy, if you can write exactly like Zhang Tianshi, then it will be called a ghost, and it will be hard to justify it to anyone."

Xiaohan's anger is all directed at herself. She can obviously think in her mind that her arm is not in control and she can't do it, which makes her extremely annoyed. What a fool.

Practicing calligraphy is originally a grind of kung fu. The more anxious you are, the more difficult it will be. Now that you can think of it in your mind, you can practice slowly until you get it right, and you will naturally be able to write well.

You'd be a fool if you spend all your time getting angry.

Xiaohan took a deep breath, and smiled at Aunt Si who was trying to find something to persuade her, "Well, I know, I will work hard."

Walking back to the desk, adding two drops of water to the inkstone, holding the ink stick and slowly grinding out a pool of thick ink, no longer tricky, Xiaohan held the pen with his right hand in a standard manner, and began to write down the scriptures he wrote down, even if he wrote She had to bend and twist again, but she no longer lost her temper, and just practiced slowly over and over again.

No wonder it is said that writing can calm one's mind.

When Zhang Si called her again, Xiaohan realized that his wrists were so weak and his shoulders were also very tense.

Taking a long breath, Xiaohan put down his pen, turned around and asked, "Aunt Si, what's wrong?"

Zhang Si looked at her with a smile, "It's almost time, we should go to clean the brushes and inkstones. After washing, we have to start refining Qi in the afternoon. After refining Qi, we can go home."

"Oh," Xiaohan stretched his right arm involuntarily, relaxing the arm that had been in constant use, "Where are we going to wash?"

"Follow me with a good brush and ink. There is a canal behind the dining hall, which is drawn from the spring water on the mountain." Zhang Si took Xiao Han to the back of the canteen, pointing to the side of the canal that is half a person high, "Hey, We wash pens and inkstones here, come and see how I wash..."

He taught Xiaohan how to clean the pen and inkstone hand in hand, and returned to the dorm with the clean pen and inkstone.

After returning to the school dormitory and spreading out the pen and inkstone to dry, Xiaohan's eyes fixed on the scripture again.

The door opened and Mr. walked in.

"Come on, come with me to the backyard." Pushing open the door on the other side of the school, there is a green grassland, "Zhang Si, Xiaohan is not good yet, you should do the preparatory work before refining Qi, and let Xiaohan have a look."

"Xiaohan, watch what Zhang Si does, and you have to write down all the movements, and you have to do it later," the husband said earnestly to Xiaohan, "When you do it, I will teach you how to do these movements again." , how should I breathe."

Standing on the grass, Zhang Si stretched out his arms, and his body began to bow, fold down, or lie down or squat down, bending his whole body into strange shapes.

For the first time since entering the private school, the strange word "yoga" popped up in Xiaohan's mind again, a word that couldn't be understood by the name, Xiaohan was used to ignoring it, and still tried hard to remember Zhang Si's movements.

Every movement must not only be performed properly, but also need to be maintained for a period of time. Obviously, how long this period of time depends on the intention of the husband. After maintaining a movement for a period of time, the husband will give a soft "hmm", Zhang Sicai Will move on to the next action.

It wasn't until Xiaohan started doing it by himself that he realized how standard Zhang Si's movements were before.

(End of this chapter)