A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

Shen He nodded, looked at the recipes nailed on the wall, and picked a few other recipes and wrote them again.

The first line is traditional characters, and the second line is simplified characters.

The people around suddenly yelled: "Little girl, you have missing arms and legs in the second line, which is not good!" Shen He immediately arched his hands and said, "This uncle Mingjian. I didn't deliberately write wrong words, and It’s because my younger brother has limited knowledge, so I can’t remember so many gesture fonts. I just improved it to make it easier for people who have never read to read.

The book, of course, should be written in the original font properly! This is just a helpless act of mine, please let me know! "

After hearing Shen He's words, the uncle nodded and said, "The little girl is still sensible. She wrote her own character at a young age, which is rare. I don't know what the little girl is..."

The uncle originally wanted to ask which lady Shen He was from, but when he saw the worn clothes on Shen He, he couldn't tell.

Shen He immediately understood what the other party meant, and said with embarrassment: "My father was originally a talented talent, and he passed away a few years ago. My handwriting was taught by my father."

I had to push all the reasons to my cheap dad!

The people around suddenly showed a daze.

Even so, he is already a child prodigy.

It's a pity to be a girl, otherwise...

What a pity!

At this moment, Shen He didn't feel that it was a pity at all. In her heart, she was thankful that when she was three years old, she was forced to practice calligraphy by her mother and found so many copybooks for herself.

If I hadn't copied so many works in my previous life, I'm afraid I can only be blind in this life!

Sure enough, no talent is superfluous.

The shopkeeper's bet was lost, but he was a bachelor. He directly counted fifty cents and passed it to Shen He. Shen He waved his hand and said, "It's just a small matter, and it's not worth taking seriously. This uncle is right, learning is to be solid, this kind of opportunistic behavior is OK occasionally, but the real thing is Learning taught by the Master

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The group of people saw that Shen He was so young and said what he said was like an adult, and they suddenly saw with admiration.

After getting acquainted with everyone, Shen He finally asked his own question: "Uncles and uncles, do you think I can pass this writing?"

"Being able to be able to be able to be able to do, there is a strong character at a young age, it is too rare." The uncle who had just criticized Shen He immediately said: "Compared to the master in our town academy, it is not much better."

Shen He smiled and asked his second question: "Then if I want to find a copy of the book, can I do it?"

The people around were startled and saw a girl copying a book for the first time.

But her writing is really good.

At this time, one of the people in the crowd said, "I know that the old lady from the outside family in the town was asking for Buddhist scriptures recently, but I haven't found a suitable person to write it. The little girl is pretty good, but you can try it. ."

Shen He immediately saluted this person: "Thank you Uncle for the point."

Seeing that Shen He was so polite, the man immediately said: "Let's do it, you used to be a member of Zhou's family, and I said that I introduced it on the back cover."

At this time, the shopkeeper said: "Little girl, thank you so much for this Mr. Feng Er! He is the gentleman in the college in our town."

Shen He was overjoyed and said again: "Thank you Master."

After receiving the news, Shen He turned around and went to Zhou Yuanwai's house to nominate himself.

At first, Zhou members refused to let in from outside the house, and only let in after reporting the name of Mr. Feng Er.

Zhou Yuanwai's old mother believed in Buddhism and always wanted to find someone to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

However, the scholars and children are embarrassed to accept this kind of internal affairs, worrying that they will be insulted to make money for women.

Don't worry about affecting your identity, the writing is bad.

Therefore, no suitable candidate has been found.

Shen He also knew that no matter how much nonsense it was, it was better to write a handwriting directly, so after the old lady came, Shen He directly waved a few splashes of ink and silently wrote a section of the Diamond Sutra.

Thanks again to the relative mother who turned into a devil flower, forcing herself to copy the Buddhist scriptures when she was practicing calligraphy, so Shen He memorized a Buddhist scripture, which was also easy.

When the old lady saw Shen He finished writing, she was overjoyed: "Oh, the little girl's handwriting is really good! This hand-pinned lowercase letter is not much tolerated by the scholar."

Shen He already had tears in his heart: Yes, yes, I have practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years!

Mrs. Zhou looked at the clothes on Shen He, and she understood something in her heart.

This is a poor child!

A child who can practice good handwriting must not be born too low, and it is really sad now that he is so down.

Mrs. Zhou immediately asked Shen He to prepare a new dress, and said, "I recognize this word. I have the Diamond Sutra and Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra. When will you finish copying?"

Shen He weighed it up and said, "If I only write here, it will take about ten days if I remove the time to go back and forth. If I bring back the Hu who wrote, it will only take six days."

Mrs. Zhou suddenly hesitated and said, "Then your house..."

"If I go back to the old lady, I have become an independent female household and it has nothing to do with my family." Shen He smiled sweetly.

Mrs. Zhou felt even more uncomfortable.

What kind of sadness is it like to force the child to become an independent woman?

"Well, you can take it back and copy it." Mrs. Zhou said: "The sooner the better, but you can't make mistakes!"

Shen He nodded vigorously.

"I will pay you fifty taels of silver as a deposit first. After copying, I will pay you fifty taels of silver. What do you think?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

Shen He immediately stood up and saluted Mrs. Zhou: "Thank you, old lady!"

When he left the door of Zhou Yuan's house, Shen He had already changed his clothes, and he was still carrying two bags in his hand.

One bag was placed with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and used clothes, and the other bag was placed with some food given by the old lady.

When Shen He walked back, he was very happy.

This is the first pot of gold she has earned in this world.

She believes that she can definitely make more money with her own hands.

Shen He once again thanked his mother in the last life for forcing him to learn so many talents, and finally used them all in this life.

As he walked back, Shen He told Second Uncle Wang what had happened today, and almost bluffed Second Uncle Wang and couldn't stand it anymore.

"Huh? You can write? Why haven't I heard you say it before?" Wang Ershu asked.

Shen He replied: "I used to practice writing with a stick at home without going out. When I was three years old, my father had taught me to recite the Thousand-Character Classic of Three Characters.

Uncle Wang felt that he was hallucinating. He never expected that he saved a little child prodigy!