The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

  Chapter 79 Fonts

  Yan Laoer is really serious, he takes the matter of calligraphy practice into his heart.

  He didn't even notice his daughter was approaching, so he concentrated on it.

At this moment, I heard my daughter praised him, and I am quite proud: "That is, your father will either not do it, and if he does, he must do it well and do not fool at all. Look, I think the word 'after' is well written, especially the last one. A pen, do you see the pen edge?"

  In order to save paper and leave no trace.

  Yan's second son found a big stone to practice calligraphy.

   The brush is dipped in water, and it dries after a short time, perfect.

   "Father, you have to write this on paper, and it will definitely penetrate the back of the paper." Yan Yu said seriously.

  Yan Lao Er pondered something was wrong, "What do you mean? I am writing too hard?"

  Yan Yu giggled happily. Seeing that her father was about to turn into anger, Fang stopped and said, "Fortunately, Uncle didn't go this way, otherwise you would fail in holding a pen."

   "I made an agreement with your uncle, he won't allow me to watch before I practice well." Second Yan said proudly.

  Yan Yu was very impressed: "Father! I found that you handle my uncle very well!"

  Yan Laoer sighed: "I'm just relying on your uncle's love for my younger brother. That Yan Laoer really doesn't know how to be blessed when he is in the blessing."

  With such a good brother, what else do you do? !

  Everything is thought of for you, there is a little change for the better, and old Yan's hair is full of joy.

   It’s just that Lao Yan is the style of the ancient patriarch, and his joy and deeds are not ostentatious. Only by observing carefully can he discover the deep love hidden under the seriousness of words and smiles.

Yan Yu: "Father, this is Taige style. Most of the imperial examinations and memorials are copied in this font. Some people commented that this font has no characteristics, black, big and round, and it is the same as everyone else, but this font is used very well. Broad, uncle is really well-intentioned."

  Yan Er Er: "How do you know?"

   Without waiting for Yan Yu to speak, he said, "I see, what novel did you read about it?"

  Yan Yu was rushed to answer and still smiled and said: "The answer is correct! But there is no reward, hahaha!"

   "Father, I'll teach you how to hold a pen first." Yan Yu skillfully let the pen hang in his hand.

   After correcting it several times, Yan Lao Er barely learned to hold a pen.

   "And then?" Yan Er Er asked.

  I saw Yan Yu take out the inkstone, ink stick and clear water from the small backpack behind her.

   "It's fine for you to use big stones to practice calligraphy now. If you write on paper, the ink will be worn. How much water is added, and to what extent...

  Father, call me after you practice calligraphy. Anyway, uncle won’t come over, so I’ll just teach you and finish the homework assigned by uncle. "She still has daily homework to write big characters.

  Yan Er Er nodded.

   After a while, Li Xuemei also came over.

  She brought her own small stool, and after knowing that Lao Yan would not come to check the post, she decisively took out the manuscript No. 2 and read in silence.

  Yan Huaiwen looked at the family of three from a distance, reading and practicing calligraphy, and making progress together.

   His nose was sour, and he pressed his eye sockets with his sleeves.

  Adjusting your breathing, you said to your children: "Don't bother you two, it's not easy for God to calm down and practice calligraphy."

  As for the younger siblings and Erya, they probably went to accompany him because they were worried that he would not be able to persist.

  At noon, Da Ya cooked the meal. She saw that the second uncle seemed to like making porridge.

   Then he followed suit, minced the meat, put chopped wild vegetables, and added some seasoning that the second uncle put aside.

   It's all for others, Yan Huaiwen feels that today's porridge is a bit unpleasant.

  Da Ya's craftsmanship is not as good as Tianyou.

  After lunch, Yan Yu's family continued to study hard.

  Unfortunately, her uncle didn't ask her to go to class, so Yan Yu hurriedly brought her private goods and began to copy the "Qian Jin Fang" in the manuscript.

  Yan's second son gave up half of the boulder to her.

  Yan Yu stopped to rest after writing for a while, and Li Xuemei replaced her again. The two of them cooperated and didn't feel too tired.

  The three brothers of the Qi family did not come to look for Yan Lao Er immediately after waking up, but found a lot of suitable firewood nearby.

  The three of them were full and energetic, and soon got three full baskets before coming over.

  When they got close, they dared not pass.

  True. Scholar. Yan's second child.

  Yan Yu still had sharp eyes and saw them.

   Shouted in a crisp voice: "Uncle Qi! Uncle Qi! Uncle Qi! Uncle Qi!"

  The brothers of the Qi family hurriedly responded, holding back a sentence for a long time: "Erya is so good."

  Yan Laoer took a look, he was a savior!

  He is writing a little annoying.

   "Here we come, huh! I've prepared so much, I'm still walking, it's still where I was yesterday." He got up and told his daughter: "Girl, please put away the copybook for dad."

   "Don't worry, Dad!" Yan Yu agreed.

   Seeing her father walking away, she picked up the clear water pen and wrote two words on the big stone according to the uncle's copybook.

   "Mom, who do you think is better, my father or me?" Yan Yu asked.

  Li Xuemei glanced twice, and said, "Your father writes better."

  Seeing that my daughter was surprised, she said again: "Your father is kind, serious in doing things, able to bear his temper, and quite suitable for this font.

  You are small and have insufficient writing power, and second, you have a wild temper and don't want to be bound by this box, so it is inevitable that your strokes will be exposed. "

is that so?

  Yan Yu herself didn't think so.

   "Mom, why did I escape?" She refused.

  Li Xuemei raised her eyelids, "I don't know how old you really are? You pretend to be a child every day, and you will soon become a real child."

   "You are very good at writing cursive script, your uncle probably noticed it too, so let you practice regular script more often."

  Yan Yu: "Shouldn't I be asked to practice running script?"

"Running script is between regular script and cursive script. Xingkai is more practical. Your uncle wrote this kind. The cursive is too messy. How many can you understand? Anyway, your parents can't appreciate it." When writing something in the future, the couple didn't want to stare blankly.

   "Oh!" Yan Yu understood, it doesn't matter what she practices, as long as she can write.

   "What kind of font are you going to practice, mother?"

   "No practice." Li Xuemei answered quickly.

  Yan Yu:? ? ?

  Li Xuemei smiled and said: "Why should I practice handwriting? When I turn back and copy the simplified Chinese characters, who can blame me for lack of pens and strokes? As long as I can understand it myself."

  Yan Yu stared round her eyes, and complained: "Mother, why are you lying?"

  My father and I have worked hard to practice calligraphy, why don’t you practice?

   Don't worry about being few, but about unevenness!

   "There is really something to write, not your father and you."

   One sentence defeated Yan Yu.

  …

  The three brothers of the Qi family have already learned it, but they feel more at ease when the second brother Yan is around.

  This time, Yan Laoer said in a rough voice to the three of them very solemnly: "The four of us must take turns, will you listen to me?"

   "Listen!" The three said in unison.

   "Well, I will be with Big Brother Qi, Brother Qi and Brother Qi, and we will take turns in pairs."

  There were a lot of piles of soil burned this time, plus they picked up scatteredly before, there were seven piles, which completely occupied the area by the stream.

  Yan Lao Er and Qi Dashou went to Qi Si Qi Wu to change.

  When he got to his home, he heard his elder brother and the village elders say: "... I have almost rested, and I will leave early tomorrow morning and arrive in Guanzhou as soon as possible, so that I can feel at ease."

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  (end of this chapter)