farmer's daughter

Chapter 53 You have a good sister
Chapter 53 You have a good sister

Liang Sheng became more angry.Xue Jian was also frightened.The written paper in my hand was shaken off.It was Zhang who saw that something was wrong, hurriedly stepped forward to hug Xue Jian, glared at his third son and said:

"What are you yelling about! I just treat it as a child to have fun. They made this sand table and I helped nail it. I think the two children also write very well!"

"Mom, you have to have a good attitude when learning to read and write. How can you practice calligraphy like this? Or someone said that we can't treat these two children? Don't you have any pens and paper to practice calligraphy?"

Zhang Shi was taken aback when she heard the words, but Xue Jian realized why her little uncle was so angry.Xuejian took two steps forward and stood in front of the sand table, knelt down and said:

"Little uncle, that's not the case. Take a look. Using this sand table is beneficial. First, it can save paper."

Having said that, seeing her uncle's face darken even more, Xue Jian hurriedly said:
"I didn't do this to save paper. I accidentally discovered that practicing calligraphy on this sand table is more difficult than writing on paper. The sand moves, and it requires more force from the wrist to write good strokes. Wen'er's calligraphy can The improvement is the result of using this sand table to practice calligraphy. If you don’t believe me, let your little cousin write on this sand and see if his handwriting compares with that on paper, which one is better?”

When Liang Junlin saw his uncle getting angry, he went behind his elder brother's back.Now hearing Xuejian say this, she sticks out her little head again.A little curious, he stepped forward, but he still looked at his uncle's face.See if my uncle is right.I also want to try whether it is more difficult to write on this.So Liang Junlin took the pen from Chengwen who was standing there in a daze, and squatted down on the sand table to write.

I don’t know if I don’t write it, first look at Cheng Wenyun’s writing is very good.Why did you disobey this pen in your own hands?This line is a little heavy, only a little bit, so why did it sink?Take it up, and there is a small hole on that side.Look at that scribble again, it was originally because the previous horizontal stroke was overwritten.This stroke is a little lighter, why can't you see it?Do you still have to fill it out?Of course not!To write and fill in the pen under the eyes of my uncle is courting death!
After writing a word, Liang Junlin was sweating, so he could only laugh dryly and say:
"It's really hard to write, this is only the first time I've written it."

Liang Shengyue looked at Liang Junlin's writing and frowned.He still knows how Junlin's handwriting is. Just now, it can be seen that Junlin is really serious about writing.But how to write like this, is it really not easy to write on the sand?The more Liang Sheng said nothing, Liang Junlei also became interested, stepped forward to help Xue Jian up and said:

"Let me go, sister, I'll try this too."

Xuejian also pulled his younger brother to stand aside. Liang Junlei was taller, so he picked up the sand table, put it on the table, and started writing while standing up.As soon as he writes, he knows that he too has failed.Before he finished writing a word, he erased it himself.Think again, and write again.This time it is better, that is, the weight is better, and the strokes cannot be moved.

After writing three words, he put down the pen and turned his head and said to my uncle:
"Uncle, it's really not easy to write a word on this. First, you have to grasp the weight, and second, you have to use the pen well. The sand will move, and if it's not good, it will flow back and fill in what you wrote. up."

Even Liang Junlei said that, there must be a reason.Liang Shengyue's expression softened.Xue Jian stepped forward again and said:
"Uncle, I really don't mean anything else. I just want Wen'er to learn to hold the pen well. Wen'er and I don't have enough wrist strength, but no matter how strong the force is, controlling the pen is the best requirement for writing, so I just Made this."

Liang Sheng frowned and asked:
"How do you know that writing on this will improve your handwriting?"

Snow said:
"One day, I was playing with my little sister. My little brother came over and asked me how to write a character. I took a branch and wrote it on the ground to show him. I found that I could write this character very well on paper. , I can’t write well on the ground. I wrote on the ground several times in a row, only to find out that the reason is the difference between the pen and the soft soil on the ground. So I thought about making this for Wen’er, so that he could practice calligraphy in the future. Practice on this, then he will be able to control the strength in his hands well."

After saying that, he took a stack of papers from one side and showed it to Liang Shengyue, and said:

"Look, Uncle, this is what I wrote these days. This is what I wrote before I started using the sand table. This is what I write every day after practicing. Is there any progress?"

Liang Shengyue had to admit that the writing on the paper had obviously improved, and he stood up again to look at the sand table.I also tried it with a pen, but it was really hard to control.

Liang Sheng turned his head and said:

"Xue'er is very smart. I blamed you."

Xuejian said seriously:

"No, uncle is right, Xue'er didn't expect it. But please rest assured, uncle, my brother and sister and I have a very happy time here. We will treat this as our home."

Liang Sheng nodded his head, stretched out his hands to rub Xue Jian's hair, then hugged Cheng Wen again and said:
"You have a good sister. You must listen to her at home. Learn to write well first. Next year, my uncle will take you to the town to go to school."

"What about my sister?"

Chengwen asked.Liang Sheng sighed more and said:

"We teach my sister at home, because the school is full of men and no girls are enrolled. So my sister can't go to the school with us to study."

The more Liang Sheng asked Xuejian how she read at home, and when she learned that Xuejian had asked her family for advice on reading, Liang Shengyue said:

"Tomorrow I will teach you alone, and I will leave some books for you to read every time in the future."

Zhang said on the side:

"Oh, let's save some for her. You can see that her face is not very good. Her body has not recovered yet. Will learning too much make her body overwhelmed?"

"No, grandma, I go to bed early and get up early every day. I even ran. Look how strong I am now. I will be better in the future."

Xuejian raised her arm and swung it vigorously, as if she was really strong, which made everyone laugh again.Liang Junzhen said:
"Little cousin, learn martial arts. If you learn martial arts, your health will be better."

Xue Jian replied with a smile:
"Okay, second cousin, teach me."

"What kind of martial arts are you learning? Girls, look at your arms and legs. The wind can blow them down. You still want to dance with a gun and stick? Don't hurt yourself."

Before Liang Junzhen could reply, Mrs. Zhang interrupted, Xue Jian stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously.

Turning around, Liang Shengyue really became interested in this sand table, so he called Cheng Wen and asked him to write again. Cheng Wen picked up the pen and used it, which made Liang Sheng feel that he was serious about writing.The other brothers also gathered around.You pointed me out in a word.Then they went into battle one by one, and found that they lost to this little cousin.That's right, Chengwen has been practicing for several days.

(End of this chapter)