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Chapter 387 Who has better talent?

Erzhuang was a little confused. Is this true?

"Then, then I don't have to call her aunt?"

"No, you are equals."

Besides, she hasn't decided to accept Niu Niu as her apprentice, so it's too early to say these things now.

He said "oh" and asked Yi Chichi, "Aunt, are you done with your work? Can you check the homework now? I'm in a hurry to go home and cook."

Da Zhuang also nodded, indicating that he also wanted to go back to chop wood.

Children from poor families have to grow up early, and the brothers Dazhuang are the best examples.

There is no escape from going up the mountain to chop wood, working in the fields, washing clothes and cooking.

Yi Chichi also knew the situation in their family. He nodded and said that he was done. "Come on, little monkeys, bring your homework to me for inspection."

"Give!"

Several people rushed to the desk and took their homework to Yi Chichi for checking.

Let’s look at Qin Jiu’s homework first. This kid’s homework doesn’t actually require her to worry too much. He did a great job and made no mistakes. This is because the teaching content is relatively simple and not difficult for him.

The next one is Da Zhuang. This kid is seriously unbalanced in his studies. Except for reading comprehension in Chinese, everything else is a mess.

She was quite talented in mathematics. After circling a few wrong questions and giving them to Qin Jiu to explain, she started to check Erzhuang's homework.

As soon as he opened it, Yi Chichi covered his eyes in despair when he saw the word "Zhuang".

That's it again.

No matter how many times I remind myself, the words I write are still eye-catching.

It's really too eye-catching!
In all her years of life, she had never seen anyone's handwriting like his. Every stroke exuded a sense of wildness and enchantment.

It's like a word, he wrote out the feeling of coquettishness.

Her father's father made her feel like he was seducing her.

It is actually inappropriate to comment on a child's handwriting in this way, but the first impression given by his handwriting is that it is not serious.

"Auntie, why are you covering your eyes?"

Er Zhuang was a little confused. He looked at his homework, then at Yi Chichi who was covering his eyes, not knowing what went wrong.

"Auntie was struck by your handwriting."

Qin Jiu came over to take a look, and after a long silence, he said, "The structure of this word is not correct."

"what?"

Er Zhuang was confused, "Words have structure?"

"some."

Yi Chichi pointed at his calligraphy and said, "I remember I reminded you before that your calligraphy is quite lively, but many of the strokes do not hide the tip of the brush, but instead have too many sharp points."

"Also, the stroke positions are not accurate, and the stroke shapes are also problematic."

She took a pen and wrote something, "Look, look at the difference between what you wrote and what I wrote."

Er Zhuang came over to take a look, hesitated for a while and said, "Aunt, your writing looks smoother than mine."

"Yes, because when I wrote it, I hid the tip of my pen, but you didn't, and the tip of your pen was too sharp, so the word looks a little floating."

At this point, she sighed, "Er Zhuang, you need to practice your calligraphy. As the saying goes, a person's handwriting reflects his character. If you don't change your calligraphy style, it will have a certain impact on you when you start working if you continue to study."

These are too far away for Erzhuang. He doesn't know how many more years he can finish this book. As for joining the workforce...

OK.

But he knew what was good and what was bad, and thought that learning more was always a good thing.

"I'll practice."

Even if I can't go to high school in the future, I can write red couplets for others if I can write well.

In order to be able to make some money by writing red couplets in the future, I have to practice my calligraphy.

but--

"Auntie, how can I practice?!"

It is a good thing to be willing to practice, and Yi Chi Chi will naturally give you support.

"Xiaojiu, take two copies of the calligraphy you practiced and give them to Erzhuang."

Qin Jiu hummed, turned around and walked out. After walking two steps, he remembered something and turned to ask her, "Aunt, which two calligraphy scrolls should I give him?"

“Running script.”

"Okay." Soon, two volumes of running script calligraphy appeared in front of Er Zhuang. He took them and flipped through them, and found that the handwriting was indeed better looking than his.

Then he looked up and asked Qin Jiu, "Have you finished writing?"

"It's finished!"

His aunt was very strict and made him practice calligraphy every day.

The fonts he currently knows include regular script, Song style and cursive script.

I also learned the hairpin-flowered small regular script, but my aunt said that this font was not suitable for boys, and Grandma Song and others said so too.

So I gave up and stopped studying.

On the contrary, I have written more about the other three types, but as my aunt said, it is still too early to capture the essence.

There is practice to be done.

"We'll practice together then."

"it is good."

Da Zhuang raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to join in. Qin Jiu said with a smile, "Niuniu, practice with us too."

Niuniu: "??? I want to practice too?"

She looked at Yi Chichi, her eyes clearly asking for help.

However, Yi Chichi hoped that they would learn more skills, as good handwriting really had many benefits in an era when computers were not widely popular.

So, instead of supporting her, she followed Qin Jiu's words and said, "Practice, it's always good to learn more."

"Well, let's practice together then."

He looked very aggrieved.

Er Zhuang patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? Let's practice together. If we don't write well, we will be scolded by Aunt Chi Chi together."

Yi Chichi rolled his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I usually don't curse!"

This kid isn't sharp when he should be, and likes to nitpick when he shouldn't be.

Hearing this, he immediately said, "That means he can still curse."

"...I won't scold you. Let your teacher do it."

This threat was a bit harsh. Not to mention the teachers in the school, the teachers in the Youth League Institute would really scold people and slap their hands.

A few people were so scared that they clenched their palms, and nodded quickly, saying that they would practice well.

Yi Chichi was satisfied with this and lowered his head to check Niu Niu's homework.

Qin Jiu and his friends were correcting homework on the side.

It took half an hour before everything was ready and passed.

The two brothers Dazhuang said goodbye and went home. Qin Jiu ran to the kitchen to help Wen's mother light the fire and steam buns. As for Yi Chichi, she carried Niuniu's schoolbag and sent her home, and talked to Aunt Ma and others about her desire to learn embroidery.

Upon learning the purpose of her visit, Aunt Ma and her family, who had warmly entertained her, were stunned.

"What talent do you think Niuniu has?"

After a while, Niu Niu's father Liu Dalin spoke with a strange expression.

“The talent for embroidery.”

The whole family looked at Niuniu at the same time. The little girl grinned and said, "I want to learn."

It is both an announcement and a notification.

But there was no request.

The little girl who grew up being pampered has the courage, confidence and determination to express her true thoughts to her family.

The captain took a breath and didn't rush to agree. Instead, he asked Yi Chichi, "Are you sure she has talent?"

"Couldn't be more certain."

She showed them the fruits of Niuniu's labor. "This is the needlework she practiced today. At the beginning, she couldn't place the needle well because she was not familiar with it. She just needs to practice more needlework."

The captain took it and looked at it carefully for a long time, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

After all, he had never even sewed a button, so it was too difficult for him to tell the quality of needlework.

"Look at it."

The captain's uncle, who had never been difficult for himself, immediately gave the cotton cloth to Aunt Ma.

After reading it, Aunt Ma gave it to Niu Niu's parents.

Then, the four of them said in unison, "Who has better talent, Niuniu or Lanlan?"