After escaping from famine, the evil stepmother was pampered by the villain Zaizai Tuan

Liu Ming noticed that Jiang Xiaohua had a frown on her face, turned around and asked with concern, "Mom, what are you trying to write?"

Jiang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's not why."

She hesitated for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly, "I... just feel that the Qizi has to be kept for a long time, and it doesn't seem good to write it like this."

The four little beans gathered around and looked at the table together.

Everyone's expression suddenly became very complicated.

I saw large characters on the white rice paper. The strokes were black and thick, and they were flexing their teeth and claws horizontally and vertically, as if a person's hands and feet were not following instructions and doing whatever they wanted.

The four little ones were silent, and the same voice sounded in their hearts: This word is too ugly.

Jiang Xiaohua laughed awkwardly, "That's... I can't help it. I need to write the words bigger so they're easier to read."

She paused, "Actually, my handwriting is pretty good, not that ugly."

No one answered, and the only sound in the room was the sound of boiling water.

The children stared at the words on the table in surprise, obviously they had not recovered yet.

Jiang Xiaohua was heartbroken and admitted angrily, "Okay, I just can't write with a brush!"

"The handwriting I write is not as good as the copybooks written by you schoolchildren, so feel free to despise me."

She is still not used to using a brush.

In addition to signing and stamping, I have never had the opportunity to write before.

Today, everything is revealed.

However, the four little Doudings raised their heads, but there was no mocking expression as Jiang Xiaohua expected.

Liu Guang said happily, "It turns out that there are things you can't do. That's great!"

Jiang Xiaohua was stunned, great?

Xiao Miaomiao ran to Jiang Xiaohua and stared at her with adoration, her eyes sparkling, "Mom, you are so strong when writing, this paper is almost rotten!"

Jiang Xiaohua, Liu Yong, Liu Guang, and Liu Ming collectively twitched their mouths.

What’s so admirable about this!

However, Xiao Miaomiao had already run to get her pen and paper, ready to try to write words as powerful as her mother.

The three boys exchanged glances.

Liu Yong pulled out a new piece of paper and spread it on the table. "The paper is torn, so why don't you write it again?"

Liu Guang picked up the ink stick, grinded the ink, and said, "I guess the ink was too thick just now. I'll try adding more water this time."

Liu Ming sat down at the table naturally and picked up the brush Jiang Xiaohua had used.

"Mom, you have been driving and running around outside for a long time, and your hands must be sore."

"It's better for you to read it and I'll write it. It'll be faster this way."

The three of them all had a calm attitude of "The weather is really nice today."

All topics perfectly bypassed "the words written by Jiang Xiaohua".

Jiang Xiaohua saw this and was secretly amused.

These three guys are really becoming more and more scheming as they grow older, and now they still know how to find excuses to help her win back her respect?

Jiang Xiaohua saw through it without saying anything and accepted the kindness.

She picked up the tea cup and said, "Okay, Ming'er's handwriting is the best in our family, so let me say something and you can write one tomorrow."

The labor efficiency is really good.

Soon, a deed was written.

Liu Guang read it once, and after Jiang Xiaohua listened, she confirmed that it was correct.

Liu Ming copied it again as it was, and compared the two deeds again with no typos. This was considered completed.

Jiang Xiaohua spread the two deeds on the table to dry and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help."

"Finally it was completed successfully."

She stood up and walked outside.

Xiao Miaomiao raised her head and held up her big characters that were so tense that they could be seen on the back of the paper, "Where are you going, mother?"

Jiang Xiaohua said, "Go to the kitchen and find some tools."

The four little ones looked at each other and chased out curiously.

It has become cloudy again since afternoon, and the cold wind is blowing outside.

Jiang Xiaohua squatted beside the firewood pile in the kitchen, pulled out a piece of firewood, and broke it off. No, it was too soft.

I pulled out another one, but it still didn't work, it was too brittle.

Although Xiao Miaomiao didn't know why her mother was drawing firewood.

But I still carefully selected a straight, light white and even color, and held it up like a treasure.

"Mom, look at this, this is beautiful!"

Jiang Xiaohua took a look and said with a smile, "Well, this is indeed a beautiful piece of firewood."

But what she was looking for was materials for making pens, and being pretty was not enough.

After all, when the business starts in the future, there will still be a lot of writing to do.

Children have to focus on their studies, so they cannot be asked to write every time.

When Jiang Xiaohua watched Liu Ming write just now, she had already thought of a solution.

Since you can't write with a soft pen, find a hard pen that's handy.

It is said that ancient China also had hard pens.

If I find some hard and smooth material and use a knife to cut it into the shape of a pen tip, will it be usable?

However, it didn't go well.

Jiang Xiaohua searched in the firewood pile for a long time, but still couldn't find the wood she wanted.

Liu Yong gradually saw the key and asked, "Mom, are you looking for any special wood?"

"What does it look like? What kind of texture is qualified?"

Liu Guang nodded in agreement, "Yes, tell us and let's find a solution together."

Jiang Xiaohua has given up searching for treasure in the firewood pile.

She stood up and said, "It's longer than a brush, straight."

"The texture shouldn't be too soft or too crispy, otherwise you won't be able to use your strength."

"The cross section should be fine and smooth, without too rough wood fibers."

"Otherwise, it just doesn't feel good, and it's too absorbent."

However, this kind of completely suitable material should be quite difficult to find.

Liu Ming said thoughtfully, "It feels like it absorbs water."

His eyes lit up and he said firmly, "I know, Mom wants to make a pen!"

Jiang Xiaohua smiled, "Clever!"

"I really can't use a brush, but a hard pen is much better."

"Hard pen?" The four little ones were surprised in unison.

This is the first time they have heard of this kind of pen, and they don’t know what it looks like?

Jiang Xiaohua scooped up water and asked everyone to wash their hands.

She said, "A hard pen means that the tip of the pen is hard, which is exactly the opposite of a brush."

Liu Guang was very puzzled, "I can imagine how to write if it has a hard nib."

"But it can't absorb ink."

"You can't just dip it in ink and write a stroke."

Jiang Xiaohua said, "That's why we need to use wood that is easy to cut."

She wiped the water on her hands and said with a smile, "Come on, go back to the house, I will draw it for you to see."

Jiang Xiaohua sat at the table and drew pictures.

"Just cut the nib into a triangle and leave a small gap at the top, so you can store ink like this."

"You should be able to write several words once you dip it in ink."

Liu Guang stretched his neck to look at it and exclaimed, "Good guy, the tip of the pen is so sharp, it can be used as a weapon!"

Jiang Xiaohua laughed, "It's not impossible in an emergency."

Liu Yong frowned and said, "But now we can't find suitable materials, what should we do?"

The four little ones are all a little worried, so don't delay things.

Jiang Xiaohua smiled and comforted, "It's okay, I'll find another way."

Liu Yong glanced at his younger brothers and sisters, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

How can I take care of my mother's worries?