Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 188

"Lend me these manuscripts for two days, and I'll return them to you after reading them." Liu Rongqing said to Zhang Qingfeng like this before parting.

"Be careful when you read it, don't damage or lose my manuscript." Zhang Qingfeng reluctantly urged.

"Don't worry, don't you worry about what I, Liu Rongqing, have said?" Liu Rongqing promised, "And there's Sister Ling, she won't watch me lose your manuscript."

"Sanlang, I will help you keep the manuscript well." Tian Ling also said to Zhang Qingfeng.

Therefore, Zhang Qingfeng's "Feng Shen Yan Yi" manuscript was "borrowed" by two women, which made Zhang Qingfeng very helpless.

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have brought the manuscript to the academy.

Before leaving, Liu Rongqing also left him a letter, which was not from Liu Rongqing, but from the young lady of Tian Ling Tian's family to Zhang Qingfeng, also known as Yang Sanlang.

Why didn't Tian Ling hand it to Zhang Qingfeng herself?The main reason is that she is shy, so she can only entrust her best friend to help pass it on.

The reserved words of many girls cannot be said in reality, but they can be said in letters.

In the letter, Tian Ling cared about Yang Sanlang as always, and she also asked Zhang Qingfeng why he didn't contact her for so long.

If it was Yang Sanlang, after seeing this letter, he would reply immediately, but after Zhang Qingfeng read the letter, there would be no more.

When he came to the academy, Zhang Qingfeng of course went back to the dormitory to put some things down, and finally came to the school where he went to school.

"Sanlang, you're back."

Seeing Yang Sanlang, many students greeted him one after another.

These classmates were all fifteen or sixteen-year-old children who were about his age, and Zhang Qingfeng responded one by one when he heard the greetings.

After that, he sat down in his seat, and then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to prepare for class.

Not long after, the teaching and metaphor came. He brought a book of Analects, and the content of today's teaching should be the Analects.

The Analects of Confucius, for the students, almost from elementary school to adulthood, many of them have memorized it fluently, but the teacher can still teach it, mainly teaching how to answer various Analects of Confucius questions.

After listening to such a class, Zhang Qingfeng felt a little drowsy.

In the class, there were many other people who felt bored like him. What's more, they even fell asleep on the desk.

All of this can be seen from the previous teachings. Many of these people are children of the Liu family, and he sees it through without telling it.

Faced with such a situation, Zhang Qingfeng quietly took out the pen, ink and paper, and prepared to continue writing the plot behind the Romance of the Gods.

Zhang Qingfeng sat in the back row, he thought his actions were invisible, but all of this was seen by many classmates and teachers.

It can't be blamed on him, it can only be blamed on the unusual quill pen that Zhang Qingfeng took out.

I saw Zhang Qingfeng holding something like a chicken feather, sticking ink into the inkstone, and then he could write a lot of words on the white paper.

"Yang Sanlang, what are you?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng looked up, only to find that the instructor Zhou Xingyun had come to him at some point.

At this moment, almost everyone in the classroom was looking at him curiously.

"Oh, this, this is a quill, for writing." Zhang Qingfeng stuttered.

After speaking, he quickly pulled out a blank piece of paper, and then quickly wrote a few words with a quill pen to demonstrate to Jiaoyu.

The reason why he took out a blank sheet of paper was mainly to cover up his writing novels in class.

"Let me see." Zhou Xingyun stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qingfeng and said.

Zhang Qingfeng quickly handed the quill pen to Zhou Xingyun.

"Is that so?" Zhou Xingyun wrote like Zhang Qingfeng, but he didn't hold the pen in the right posture, more like holding a brush, so the characters he wrote were crooked.

"No, that's how it is."

Zhang Qingfeng took out another quill pen from the desk, and then showed the instructor Zhou Xingyun holding the pen.

After speaking, he dipped the tip of his pen into the ink inside the inkstone, and then wrote a few more words: What a joy to have friends coming from afar.

His writing speed was very fast, almost finished in the blink of an eye, and all the onlookers were stunned.

More importantly, his cursive quill pen font is very beautiful, just like the very beautiful pen writing of later generations, which makes people's eyes shine after reading it.

At this time, many people in the classroom moved their heads closer, and those who were far away even left their seats and ran over to see the strangeness.

Zhou Jiaoyu didn't reprimand the students for watching, and he put all his attention on the quill pen demonstrated by Zhang Qingfeng.

He held the pen like Zhang Qingfeng did, then dipped the ink and began to write.

This time, his writing was much better than before, and his handwriting was not as ugly as it was at the beginning.

It's just that his writing habit is to write from top to bottom. When he saw Zhang Qingfeng's writing from left to right, he immediately asked, "Why do you write like this?"

After speaking, he swiped his fingers from left to right.

"Because the quill pen can't write with normal writing habits." Zhang Qingfeng said.

While speaking, he began to use a quill pen to write from top to bottom on the left side of the words Zhou Jiaoyu had just written.

When writing with a quill pen, the hand holding the pen needs to be placed on the paper. After he wrote a paragraph, everyone found that the words Zhou Jiaoyu just wrote were completely blurred by Zhang Qingfeng's hand.

"I see."

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's actual operation, everyone was enlightened.

"This pen is very interesting." Zhou Jiaoyu couldn't help admiring.

"If you find it interesting, I'll give you a pen." Zhang Qingfeng said hastily. While speaking, he quickly took out a quill pen in good condition from the desk and handed it to Jiaoyu.

"En." Zhou Jiaoyu nodded, and took Zhang Qingfeng's quill with great satisfaction.

"Yang Sanlang, give me one." Seeing that Zhang Qingfeng seemed to have a lot of these pens, someone started asking for them.

Zhang Qingfeng turned his head to look, and the person who spoke was a classmate who was about his age, and this person was also a child of the Liu family.

Zhang Qingfeng couldn't refuse, so he could only pass a quill to the other party.

"Sanlang give me one." Someone asked again.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't refuse either, he directly took out a quill pen and handed it over.

"Give me one too," someone said.

Zhang Qingfeng simply took out all the quills, as long as the person who asked for it would get one for each person.

There are more than 30 people in the whole school, but Zhang Qingfeng only has a dozen quills, so many people did not get it.

"I don't have any pens anymore." Zhang Qingfeng said to everyone: "I made these pens out of the longest feathers on goose wings. If anyone of you wants them, you can bring some goose feathers. I can help you. Make pens like this."

Hearing what Zhang Qingfeng said, the others didn't know what to say. At this time, everyone was just curious about the quill and didn't really want to get it.

But after class, Zhang Qingfeng was surrounded by the whole class and asked him various questions.

"Yang Sanlang, give me some ink." Someone said to Zhang Qingfeng with an inkstone.

This was one of the people who got the quill pen. He found that the ink he grinded was not as good as Zhang Qingfeng's, and it was not easy to color, so he simply asked Zhang Qingfeng for ink.

"Take it easy, I don't have much ink either."

Zhang Qingfeng poured some ink into the other party's inkstone from the ink bottle.

"Give me some too."

"I'll come too."

"I also want."

(End of this chapter)