Tao Ran is happy

Eyes slip past, look, come back.

Well, the middle finger has to move up a bit.

Should the ring finger be placed underneath?

In this way, except for the little finger, the other four have to be used?

Looking at the past again... No way, I still have to rotate my wrist in the air.

Slowly falling, unexpectedly, trembling badly.

This...is this still holdable?

Looking back, I was a little surprised.

The unstoppable movement of the clouds and flowing water seems to be with the hands, so flexible and unambiguous at all.

Pausing the movement on the pen, Gu Ning turned to look at me.

I quickly retracted my gaze and continued to frown at the blank sheet of paper in front of me.

Like cats and tigers, I licked the ink and put pen to paper.

Um, I accidentally applied too much force.

Really, what a big group, black.

The butt moved to the left leg, and the right calf was completely numb.

Slowly reach out and knead.

suffer.

"Rong'er."

"exist!"

Shocked by fright, the voice became louder.

When he withdrew his hand, his elbow hit the edge of the desk, grinning again in pain.

Gu Ning looked sideways slightly, the corners of his lips curved.

I didn't see I didn't see I didn't see.

"Is it finished?"

"no no……"

"Humph!"

Alas...don't wait to see me again...

Putting together, borrowing from east and west, came up with about two hundred words-the theory of governing the country.

Meaning, probably according to a bunch of things that old guy Mencius and King Hui of Liang talked about.

The content is actually not difficult. It’s not that I haven’t written such bureaucratic articles about annual summary, spiritual learning, loving the country and loving the people when I was in school or work.

But if others don't find it inexplicable and abrupt, I have no choice but to follow the pace of development in this world and try my hand first.

After all, the ancients were not fools, but I met these two, each of them is a ghost, and it is not sure who is fooling who.

And the words and grammar of this era... the ones...

I do not know either……

I just watched it yesterday, and I can barely remember it.

In fact, this is because I memorized it in middle school. Although there is no punctuation and a bunch of ghost symbols to add to the chaos, I can still understand what it means.

I feel a little flattered in my heart.

This is the first step out of illiteracy, literacy!

Although I can't be in the hall of elegance, I can still play some tricks.

And there is a sentence in that article that I remember most clearly.

——"The animals of chickens, pigs, pigs, and pigs have no time to lose, and those who are seventy can eat meat."

eat meat...

The meal an hour ago consisted of pickled radishes and boiled thick and smooth rice porridge.

Not bad.

But, radish, cabbage, cabbage and radish every day... Although Mrs. Zhuzi and Mrs. He have also changed a lot of patterns, the raw materials are indeed the same.

Besides, there are only two meals a day...

Hmm... eat meat...

Gollum...

Two lines of sight immediately cast over.

I used to run business and cater to the leader. I usually have a thick skin, but now there are only three of them here, and those two are self-proclaimed elegant and romantic, and my voice is so loud here.

I really can't bear to receive such fiery eyes.

His face was a little hot.

"Finished?"

"Uh-huh……"

Struggling in my heart, the master's eyes urged me, but I still picked up four or five sheets of paper (it was all because the words were too large and had to spend more), carefully blew on the wet ink, and slowly stood up.

As soon as the foot was exerted, it couldn't help shaking.

Hurry up and hold the case.

Under the master's eyes of hating iron and steel, he pursed his lips and stomped his numb feet, then slowly walked over, knelt down again, and offered his hands.

The article was taken.

He secretly raised his eyes and took a look.

The beard... shakes so much...

"Fool!"

Four or five pages of paper were thrown over like this, and they were pointed at their noses and scolded.

"I don't know how to write, and the words don't convey the meaning, what kind of shit you wrote!"

I buried my head.

"Also! What kind of stinky word are you!"

Head lowered.

"You idiot!"

Master, you are an old man with a sense of demeanor. You have always watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds and clouds in the sky. Don't let me ruin your image and break your merits.

Aren't we new learners, you have to give me some time to improve.

He looked at the teapot on the table, raised his hand to touch it, it was still warm.

He brought up a refill of tea and offered it, looked at the master's face, patted his heaving chest, and smiled to please him.

"Master~"

"Humph!"

The teacup still took it.

Just breathed a sigh of relief...

"Go, Mencius see Liang Hui and Wang Yu write it a hundred times!"

what? !

"If you can't finish writing, you are not allowed to eat!"

ah?ah?

"You have something to say?"

"……No……"

"Not going down yet!"

"……promise."

Slowly pick up the "waste paper" and rub it back.

"Yizhi, give him a copybook."

"promise."

Gu Ning glanced at me worriedly, sighed softly, took the paper, and picked up the pen.

I can only smile wryly.

This is really... once back to before liberation...

I usually have a computer even if I make a business plan. How many years have I not copied things with a pen.

Also corporal punishment...

There is definitely something wrong with the education methods of our ancestors!This is backward ignorance!Bad habits of feudal ethics!

Gollum...

Rubbing his stomach, he turned the pages of the book, studied some more ink, sat there and waited for a while before Gu Ning's copybook was finished.

Although it was only about a hundred words, he wrote it for nearly an hour while holding his breath.

Is copybook different from normal writing...?

Take it over, sure enough, compared with me, it is a cloud and mud.

Grind the dried ink again, lick the pen, resign yourself to your fate, and copy it.

Gollum...

Gu Ning stood up.

Master put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The medicine was taken a few days ago."

"Ok?"

"The sky is good, the sun is enough." This is to sun the medicine.

"Go." Agreed.

"promise."

You can go out and let the wind go.

I really envy.

And I, with a sigh, stayed here to continue to experience the ruthless destruction of underage children.

This is the differential treatment between top students and oil bottles.

After a while, the curtain was lifted again.

Gu Ning came back with his sleeves rolled up.

I looked up at him, and he also looked over, and then at Master, walked to the desk next to me and sat down on his knees.

I followed his gaze and looked at Master.

Master continued to read the book, but he didn't read either of us.

Gu Ning put one hand on the floor mat and flicked his sleeve lightly.

I blinked and watched a red-skinned boiled egg roll round and round towards me from his sleeve.

Raise your hand and press it quickly, and put it into your sleeve.

Gu Ning sat upright and made calculations on the case table.

Carefully look at the master.

He turned a page of the book, picked up the tea in hand, and drank it.

Clamp the egg on your knees, still hold the pen in one hand, and put the other hand under the table to start-peeling!

Hey, I used to go to school, so we definitely have a lot of experience in desertion.

I didn't expect this experience to be experienced again.

After peeling it off, he quickly lowered his head and tucked it into his mouth.

"Rong'er."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"Water." With that said, the teapot was pushed forward.

"..." Beating her chest, she looked at Master with teary eyes.

Choking...choking me to death...

Master glanced at me, turned his head away, pretended not to see, and continued to drink tea.

I... I also pretended that he didn't see it, and staggered over to grab the teapot, lifted the lid, and gurgled.

"Go get a pot and get a new one."

Taking a deep breath, he finally calmed down a bit, and responded feebly.

"promise……"

Gu Ning... laughed again.

traitor!

At noon, I had half an hour to rest.

Gu Ning took out the guqin that he didn't know where he had hidden before, cleaned his hands, burned incense, stripped his clothes, adjusted the strings, sat on the small steps outside the pavilion, and plucked melodious tunes with his fingers.

I really admire him.

What else can he not?

This skill, this ability, even if it is put aside in my previous life, it will definitely be admired by everyone and be famous for thousands of miles.

Although I can't understand it to death, what kind of emotion is that slow song.

This rhythm...is too slow...

If you don't pay attention, you don't find any turning point.

Sure enough, if you listen to too much rock and pop music, you won't be able to appreciate elegant art.

And... illuminated by the warm sun...

Hmm... Warm... Warm... Phew... The more I listen... the sleepier I get...

Nodding his head again and again, the amplitude was a little bigger, and he woke up suddenly.

Turning his head away, Gu Ning closed his eyes lightly and smiled, still in the profound state of forgetfulness.

...I, I'd better go to the back mountain for a walk.

As soon as I got to the back of the hut, I bumped into a man in his 50s and [-]s carrying a young man in his early twenties up the mountain with a bow on his back.

Seeing me, the man led the young man who was in a hurry and leaned over to me, calmly, "Young master."

Hastily returned the gift, "Uncle He."

The dark face of the young man next to him also showed embarrassment, and he followed behind, "Young master."

"Brother Zhuzi."

Although Master is a hermit, a hermit also needs to eat.

And after seeing Uncle He and the others, he naturally knew that Master was a big landlord. ==

In the Dingjiazhuang at the foot of the mountain, at least half of the farmers rented the master's land, and they had to pay some rent at the end of each year.

The amount is added or subtracted according to the market and harvest of the year.

The evil ruling class... No wonder the old man has the time to relax and be arty, teaching apprentices and raising flowers.

...and I also...

...is a white rice...