Chapter 19
"What is this?"
Looking at the rice paper handed over by Ge Baoer, Mrs. Lu was confused.
"This is Brother Qing's homework these days."
"What?"
The old lady was shocked and blurted out: "Brother Qing, you have been learning to write this thing for such a long time?"
Ge Baoer himself was confused, how could he answer her question.
Mrs. Lu took the rice paper and looked at it for a long time, her eyes were blurred, and then showed it to Yan's mother: "Do you think this is a serious enlightenment?"
Yan's mother looked at the horizontal lines on the paper and hesitated: "This..."
She said: "Old madam, you also know that this old slave is also stupid and can only recognize a few big characters."
She had never heard of this method of teaching students to write.
Ge Baoer said: "Old madam, you can't accuse me unjustly. It's better to find someone who understands to come and take a look."
That makes sense.
Mrs. Lu herself is a girl from a family of military generals. She is not good at writing and writing. She can only read the account books and manage the family without being fooled. I have never seen this method of teaching people to write.
The stewards in the front yard are all men who have read a little bit of books. They should know more than her. They should know whether Lin Yunwan is teaching Brother Qing well.
Mrs. Lu ordered the boy outside the steps: "Go and call the steward from the front yard."
"yes."
The boy ran away like a piss.
"My dear, please greet me, ancestor."
The chief steward came and talked with Shoutang at the foot of the steps.
As soon as Mrs. Lu signaled, Yan’s mother took some rice paper over and explained the reason.
"Let me take a look, little one."
The chief steward took a few pieces of rice paper and looked at them several times, his brows getting deeper and deeper.
"this……"
"This, I have never seen this way of practicing calligraphy."
There was no sound from the other side of the steps, and cold sweat broke out on the steward's forehead. Although Yan's mother didn't mention who drew the horizontal lines on the rice paper, he always felt that something was unusual and was afraid that his answer would spoil things, so he knelt down quickly.
"Old madam, it may be some unique method. I have little knowledge and have never heard of it."
Mrs. Lu closed her eyes tightly and said, "Go down."
The chief steward said uneasily: "Yes." Then he retreated, still very puzzled in his heart, what on earth was going on?
Yan's mother came in again with rice paper and put everything in front of the old lady.
The old lady's face was already very ugly, and she did not dare to say anything more.
"Go and ask her to come over! I'll ask her myself."
Mrs. Lu was holding the Buddhist beads in her hands, her face was frighteningly cold.
Lin Yunwan started teaching Lu Changgong in the morning.
The breeze was just right. After she finished explaining some key points of calligraphy practice and the contents of "The Thousand-Character Essay", she asked him to prepare to start writing.
"Ping Ye, grind the ink."
Lin Yunwan asked the maid to do such small things so as not to delay Lu Changgong's homework.
Lu Changgong knew how to be grateful. Even if he was a maid next to his aunt, he also knew how to say "thank you".
The child is still young, has a reserved temper, and speaks in a low voice.
Pingye had to hold back her laughter every time she heard him say thank you.
Lu Changgong didn't know why she was smiling. He thought it was because he was doing something inappropriate. He often lowered his head, pursed his lips, and had a slight blush on his cheeks.
He has such a childish side, and the people in Chuisi Hall like him more and more.
The ink stick was ground into ink, and Lu Changgong had just picked up the pen when he heard Lin Yunwan say: "There is no need to practice horizontal strokes today."
Although he was stunned for a moment, he quickly stopped his gesture without asking why.
He would do whatever his mother taught him.
Lin Yunwan said: "I will teach you how to write today, complete characters."
Lu Changgong raised his head in surprise and said, "Mom, this is my younger brother..."
Lin Yunwan said lightly: "You have waited for him long enough."
Brother Qing is mediocre in talent and very lazy, which delayed the progress. Otherwise, Lu Changgong should have started learning new things long ago.
Although she didn't like Brother Qing, she never thought of targeting a child who hadn't grown up yet.
But if this child couldn't bear the hardship of studying and pretended to be sick to skip class, she would not delay Lu Changgong's classes.
"Let's get started. Wrist hanging, one finger technique."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Changgong immediately sat upright and held the pen with his wrist hanging as Lin Yunwan said.
I personally taught him for half an hour, and beautiful words appeared on several pieces of rice paper.
Lin Yunwan looked at each one and nodded appreciatively.
While Lu Changgong was writing, he glanced at his aunt's mother out of the corner of his eye. He was afraid that her mother would see her, so he immediately averted his gaze and concentrated on writing.
"You write very well."
Lu Changgong's ears turned red, and he pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, mother."
Lin Yunwan walked to his desk, looked down at him and said, "But..."
"Is there anything else that my son lacks?"
Lu Changgong held the brush nervously.
"Pay attention to the balance between work and rest. You are still young and are growing tall. It is enough to complete the homework assigned by me every day. The rest of the time will be spent running around in the garden, eating and drinking more."
The child's diligence far exceeded her expectations. The boy in the front yard said that he would write until dark every day when he went home. In the morning, he would write for half an hour before coming to invite An to class.
How do you have such a good figure?
Unlike Brother Qing, for a student like Lu Changgong, she wanted to persuade him to have more fun.
Lu Changgong looked at Lin Yunwan stupidly and said, "Son, my son knows."
His biological mother passed away very early, and his father was sick all year round. No one had ever cared about him like this.
And my mother smiled, so tenderly.
Mother, that’s what it looks like!
"Madam, it's not good...someone from Shoutang is here."
Pingye suddenly came in in a panic.
Lin Yunwan glanced at her.
Pingye came over and whispered a few words in her ear. The visitor was not a good person. Someone reminded them to make preparations in advance. If the old lady invited her over this time, she might get into trouble.
Lin Yunwan didn't react at all, she still looked calm and calm, and said to Lu Changgong: "You continue to practice calligraphy."
However, Yan's mother broke in and said, "Madam, this old slave is offended. The old lady ordered that Young Master Longgong's homework be taken over as well."
She glanced at the rice paper on Lu Changgong's table. The writing was so correct.
Could it be that Madam really treats her differently?
Madam is so confused! Brother Qing is the direct bloodline of the Lu family!
"Mama Yan, what do you mean?"
Pingye stepped forward to stop him and said angrily: "Master Qing complained of illness and missed today's class. Master Changgong started to write seriously for the first time today. Are you going to complain to the old lady with today's homework of Master Changgong?" ?”
Yan's mother sneered: "What did the girl say? The old lady decides everything, so what can I say?"
Taoye packed up the rice paper, handed it over, and said with a smile: "Take it."
Only then did Yan's mother sincerely smile: "Miss Taoye is still reasonable." She looked at Lin Yunwan again.
"It seems I have to go along too?"
Yan's mother nodded and said, "Yes, that's what the old lady ordered. Thank you for your hard work, madam."
"Let's go."
Lin Yunwan lightly brushed the dust on her sleeves, not even having time to wash off the ink on her palms.
Pingye's eyes were so angry that she cried and cursed when the others left: "I keep causing trouble for my wife every day. Why should our wife be so angry? I have forgotten how the Wuding Marquis Mansion begged our wife for three days." Have you passed the government?"
Taoye waited for her to vent her anger, then comforted her and said, "Okay. Madam has expected this a long time ago."
"What?"
Pingye wiped her tears haphazardly.
Taoye whispered, "Why else do you think Madam kept Brother Qing's homework privately?" There was also Master Changgong's homework.
Pingye couldn't figure it out and said blankly: "Why didn't Madam tell me anything?"
Taoye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the lady didn't tell her either.
"Wash your face first! Madam will need us later."
Lu Changgong called them down: "Two sisters."
Pingye and Taoye turned around at the same time and looked at Lu Changgong. He bowed to them and said with firm eyes and calmly: "I want to go too."
Lu Changgong straightened his spine and said, "I also want to help my mother."
The two maids looked at him blankly.
Although the eldest young master is only eight years old, he is really a filial and good boy!
