Zhang Yun's ancient life

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Zhang Yun practiced calligraphy in the yard as usual. The paper and pens here are not cheap. Zhang Yun bought some, but he didn’t dare to use them indiscriminately. I dipped my pen in ink and wrote a few pieces. Most of the time, I practiced my brushwork on the sand with branches. At first, I just did this to save paper. Later, I found that doing so could actually exercise my wrist strength, so I kept practicing. After a while, I wrote it out. The word has made great progress.

Concentrating, raising his breath, hanging his wrists, Zhang Yun practiced his brushwork on the sand, and stopped until he was satisfied. He moved his sore shoulders and wrists, and when he raised his head, he froze there.

I saw Guan Jing standing not far from her with a basket, her eyes fixed on the words Zhang Yun had just written.

Seeing Zhang Yun looking at him again, Guan Jing quickly looked back, a blush instantly covered his cheeks, he handed the basket in his hand to Zhang Yun, and said softly: "I just picked the peaches from the tree, mother asked me to give them to you. Some come here for you to taste."

Zhang Yun took the basket with his hand, seeing that Guan Jing was still secretly looking at the words on the ground, he asked him, "Do you want to practice calligraphy too?"

Guan Jing shook her head slightly and said, "No, I can't read."

"Don't you know anything?" Zhang Yun asked in surprise.

"I only know some numbers, but not others." Guan Jing returned.

Zhang Yun thought for a while and said, "If I teach you, are you willing to learn?" Guan Jing raised her head quickly, saw Zhang Yun's serious face, knew that he was not joking, and said excitedly: "Is it possible? I really Can I learn it?"

Zhang Yun said with a smile: "Of course, as long as you want to learn, I will teach you."

Guan Jing nodded vigorously and said: "I want to learn, I will study hard, thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yun quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't, don't call me Big Brother Zhang, Mr. Mr., I sound awkward."

Guan Jing said: "How can that be done? You are a teacher and a learned person."

Zhang Yun laughed and said: "I'm just a rough person, I can only know a few words, I can't be called learned, so don't mention the word "Mr." "

Seeing Zhang Yun's insistence, Guan Jing had no choice but to follow him.

Zhang Yun's teaching method is different from others. He first taught Guan Jing the pinyin, then bought the Three Character Classic, filled all the words on it with pinyin, and threw it to Guan Jing to ask him to spell it out. He has to check the next day. At the beginning, it was three paragraphs a day, and then gradually increased. After listening to Guan Jing's praises every day, Zhang Yun would explain the stories contained in the text to him, and let him experience the hidden meanings contained in it. The reason.

This is not to mislead the younger generation. He learned the Three Character Classic like this when he first learned it, so he can only teach it like this now.

After teaching the Three-Character Classic, Zhang Yun bought another hundred surnames. This time, the teaching method was just the opposite of the last time. Zhang Yun read the characters, and then Guan Jing marked the sounds of the characters he heard in pinyin and wrote them down.

Guan Jing is very smart, she is diligent in learning, and she is improving very fast. Just when she was thinking about whether to buy a thousand-character essay, the second aunt of the Guan family came to the door again.

That day when Guan Jing went out to buy things, Zhang Yunxiang was practicing calligraphy on the sandy ground as usual, and vaguely heard guests coming from the front room, but he seemed to leave after a short time. After the guests left, the sound of arguing came from the front room , there was Aunt Guan's crying in the middle, Zhang Yun felt that something was wrong, how much Uncle Guan loves Aunt Guan, as long as anyone with eyes can see it, how could he be willing to scold his wife and cry? Is something wrong?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yun hurriedly put down the branch in his hand and walked towards the front room.

Before entering the house, Aunt Guan was sobbing and said: "What kind of body is that son of the Liu family? I heard people say that he has walked around the gate of hell for several times. He might enter when he wants to. What is the difference between Jing'er marrying such a person and sending him to be a widow?"

Uncle Guan knocked on the cigarette pouch in his hand and said, "Take it as my wish. Isn't there no way out? Jing'er is already 18. Regardless of marriage, it's not easy to find someone. It's even more difficult if you don't. We can't let him guard us for the rest of our lives."

Aunt Guan replied: "It can't be just an individual, just take a look."

Uncle Guan said: "I didn't say it's just a person. The child of the Liu family is weak, but he has survived after so many years. His second aunt said it should be nothing serious, and the Liu family is a big family. You won't treat Jing'er harshly."

Aunt Guan cried even louder, and she said as she cried, "Don't you know what kind of person Zheng Chunhua is? There is really a good thing she will let you, and she left it for the girl at home. After talking about Jing'er is Be a concubine, a half-slave, and live or die when you arrive at the Liu family, whether you sell it or keep it, it’s all up to the Liu family.”

After hearing his wife's words, Uncle Guan raised his head and asked, "Then what do you say? If you can think of a better way, I will do it right away."

Aunt Guan had no other choice, so she could only cry and say: "Jing'er, Jing'er, my poor child, it's useless if it's mother, it's mother who hurt you."

Zhang Yun stood outside the door and listened carefully to what was going on in the house, without any hesitation, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.