flstandardbreds Chapter 110 What chapter to write
Chapter 110 What chapter to write
Lin Jingzhe knocked on the door of the Xie family.
When the old servant saw that it was the young man who came to see the young master every day, he opened the door without asking anything and led him to the study.
The door of the study was wide open and Xie Ci'an was writing furiously.
Lin Jingzhe didn't dare to disturb him and walked into the study room with light steps.
After waiting for a while, he felt bored and moved behind Xie Ci'an and looked at him silently for a few seconds.
He now knows quite a lot of words, and what Xie Ci'an wrote on the paper is not at all what is in the Four Books and Five Classics.
What about the words "young knight, walking with a sword"...
When Xie Ci'an put down his pen, he noticed Lin Jingzhe behind him staring at the rough paper he had just written.
He was so scared that he pulled out a full page of paper and stuffed it into the book. He coughed lightly and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
"I saw you were so busy writing that I didn't dare disturb you."
Lin Jingzhe was curious, what was Xie Ci'an writing?
In the fifteen minutes he was there, Xie Ci'an wrote on seven or eight sheets of rough paper without pausing. His speed was very fast.
He was completely different from the way he used to be when he was carefully memorizing.
"what are you writing?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Xie Ci'an stuttered, "We've been delayed for a while, let's get started as soon as possible today! Do you have the rough paper tape? Today I'll teach you how to hold a pen..."
Lin Jingzhe's curiosity was suddenly aroused.
He looked at Xie Ci'an holding the brush in one hand, with all five fingers being used.
Xie Ci'an took a pen and demonstrated, "Pinch, hook, push, use your wrist to exert force, do you see clearly?"
Seeing Lin Jingzhe nod, Xie Ci'an let him practice by himself.
While he was practicing, I turned around and took away the paper that I had just casually put into the book.
After I hid it, the guilty feeling that had been lingering in my heart disappeared instantly, and I felt at ease.
Today, Lin Jingzhe learned how to hold a pen and wrote the six words "Heaven, Earth, Man, and Lin Jingzhe".
He tried to write as small as possible to save paper.
But when he held the pen and wrote on paper for the first time, he felt as if his hands were not his own.
The more you try to write smaller, the more your hands become disobedient, and the more you write, the more unruly your hands become.
"Don't be impatient." Xie Ci'an was standing by and saw that Lin Jingzhe was getting worse and worse in his writing, so he hurriedly reminded him.
Lin Jingzhe then calmed down, picked up the pen again, and wrote down the name of a person stroke by stroke.
After returning to the house, Lin Jingzhe told Lin Xiaoman what he had seen today.
"Do you think Ci'an is writing a storybook?" The words he saw flashed through Lin Jingzhe's mind. The last time he went to Jixiang Bookstore, he saw a storybook in a prominent position at the entrance.
Five hundred wen can only buy a thin book.
"It's not surprising to write storybooks. Look, he's digging bamboo shoots and selling them for money." Lin Xiaoman said.
In ancient times, scholars copied books, wrote couplets, or wrote storybooks, all for the purpose of making money.
"Well, he gave me a pen that day, saying he didn't need it. I was so stupid. The pen was obviously in good condition, much better than the ten-cent pen sold at the Jixiang Bookstore."
Lin Jingzhe was extremely annoyed and felt that he was really careless.
"Brother, why don't you give him a pen as well?"
"But I don't have any money. I have to ask my parents for it."
Lin Xiaoman narrowed his eyes and asked, "Brother, where is the private money you used to hide?"
Lin Jingzhe avoided his gaze with a vigilant look, "What are you doing? They are all used up."
"Oh~ Why didn't I see you use it!" Lin Xiaoman was suspicious.
"There are so many things you don't know!" Lin Jingzhe saw his father walking out with a hoe in his peripheral vision, and he immediately ran after him, "Dad, I'll help you."
Li Taohua shouted from the kitchen: "Jingzhe, what are you doing? It's time to eat."
Her answer was a gust of spring breeze and Lin Xiaoman's giggle.
"They are all so weird." Li Taohua muttered and ignored them.
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Spring is late.
The flowers and trees are lush.
Lin Jingzhe and Lin Xiaoman started going up the mountain to dig for treasure in their spare time.
But this time, Lin Jingzhe brought his young teacher with him.
There are few people on the mountain in winter, but since the Lin family discovered winter bamboo shoots, more and more villagers have gone up the mountain.
When I have nothing to do, I go up the mountain to dig some wild grasses and vegetables.
If it's not edible, it's fine to feed it to pigs.
"Xiaoman, we are late!" Lin Jingzhe sighed as he looked at the bare fields of wild vegetable roots in front of him.
Lin Xiaoman said: "It's okay, just walk a little further inside."
The three of them walked for less than a quarter of an hour before Lin Xiaoman found two clusters of wild onions in a bush.
She asked the two to pull up the wild onions. Lin Jingzhe gave a handful to Xie Ci'an, "Eat the leaves later, and bury the onion heads in the soil so they can continue to grow. We dug up a lot of wild onions last year, and we did that."
"Thank you!" Xie Ci'an took the wild onion and the three of them continued to walk inside.
Along the rocky road, the three men searched everywhere with wooden sticks.
Lin Jingzhe was an expert at taking bird eggs. Under Xie Ci'an's astonished gaze, he put down the backpack and climbed up the tree in no time.
"My family was poor and we had to eat black flour paste every day, so I went to the mountains to get bird eggs and roasted them to eat."
Lin Jingzhe finally regained the home advantage, and he would introduce each place he went to.
"Last year, Xiaoman and I caught wild rabbits here." Lin Jingzhe was quite proud, "All the rabbits at home were caught here."
Xie Ci'an had seen the rabbits in the Lin family's backyard. There were more than thirty rabbits, all fat and strong, and they were sold for a lot of silver.
"Jingzhe, I really envy you. I don't have such good luck." Xie Ci'an said enviously.
The embroidery workshop in the town doesn’t know the value of the goods, so my mother’s embroidery can’t be sold at a good price.
The income from copying books was not enough to support the family.
He could only write storybooks and sell them to Jixiang Bookstore, making a few taels of silver.
Barely making ends meet.
He felt that the Lin family had some special ideas about making money. The last time Lin Jingzhe told him that rabbits give birth to rabbits and rabbits can be sold for money, he went up the mountain alone several times.
Unfortunately, I didn’t even see the shadow of a rabbit when I went up the mountain every day.
He was so obsessed with it that he even caught rabbits in his dreams.
Later, he heard from Lin Jingzhe that there were wild vegetables in the mountains, but he grew up in Shengjing and was a scholar who did not know the difference between grains and had some mediocre martial arts skills. He could not tell which wild vegetables were edible and which were poisonous.
Later, Lin Jingzhe invited him to go up the mountain together.
He agreed without thinking.
"It's not that I'm lucky, it's Xiaoman." Lin Jingzhe talked about the scene of catching rabbits last year, as if it was still in front of his eyes.
"But then again, we live off the land and the water. You're an educated person, so can you make money with what's in your head?" Lin Jingzhe asked out his doubts.
"Are you writing the storybook without the adults' knowledge?"
Xie Ci'an didn't think he could hide it at first, so he just admitted it.
Lin Jingzhe asked: "Do you make money?"
"Just enough to make ends meet." Xie Ci'an blushed and didn't want to say more, "Don't let it slip later. I don't want my parents to know."
Lin Jingzhe assured: "Don't worry, God knows, the earth knows, you know, and I know, I will definitely..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoman came over with a smile and asked, "What kind of storybook are you writing?"
Xie Ci'an glanced sideways at Lin Jingzhe who had just made a serious promise to him.
Lin Jingzhe felt guilty for a moment, "Well... I only told Xiaoman about your writing of the storybook."
"Are you sure?" Xie Ci'an's eyes were filled with doubt.
"I swear to God!"
Lin Jingzhe swore an oath.
"Is it difficult to write a storybook?" Lin Xiaoman continued to ask: "I see that the stories in the bookstore are all about young men, young ladies, and down-and-out scholars. The short-sighted young lady looks down on the down-and-out scholar, and the scholar works hard to become a top scholar and finally marries a beautiful woman... Do you write about this too?"
Xie Ci'an: "No."
Lin Jingzhe: "He doesn't write that kind of thing. He writes about a young knight who draws his sword to help others when he sees injustice... No! Xiaoman! When did you read the storybook?"