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Chapter 472: Not Even a Toy

He is very ambitious, and Yi Chichi can only wish him success in his heart.

"Have you finished your homework today?"

“I finished it during the small class.”

Qin Jiu took out the homework and handed it to her, "Aunt, do you want to check it?"

"Let me take a look!"

Yi Chichi took the homework book and looked through it carefully. There were not many mistakes, so he corrected them all.

That's the word...

Looking at his handwriting that seemed to be flying, she asked with a headache, "What on earth are you practicing calligraphy for every day?"

The previous font was enchanting, and it exuded an enchanting aura no matter how you looked at it.

She is not a monster anymore, but she lets herself go too far.

Seeing that he looked guilty and didn't say anything, Yi Chichi stretched out his hand to him, "Let me see your hand."

Qin Jiu handed over his hand obediently. She took it and pinched it from the finger bones to the wrist bones, checking it out.

"You don't know how to use wrist strength?"

Qin Jiu groaned and asked in confusion, "How do I use wrist strength?"

Boy, this is impossible.

When the old men taught him calligraphy, didn’t they teach him how to use wrist strength correctly?
Yi Chichi was quite confused, so he pulled him over to ask, and got the answer that this was really not taught to him.

She was speechless for a moment. "His handwriting is so beautiful that it seems to be flying up to the sky. Didn't you notice the problem?"

"All children have this problem."

Mr. Song said calmly, "You can teach him when he's older."

Yi Chichi, "??? How big is bigger?"

If I remember correctly, she started being taught how to use wrist strength when she started learning to write Chinese characters.

At that time, she seemed to have just turned four years old, and her little hands were so soft, but she managed to develop wrist strength through practice.

Her grandfather said that she should practice this from a young age.

Why does Mr. Song say something different?

"I started practicing when I was ten years old. At this age, the wrist bones of children can already bear weight."

As soon as these words came out, Yi Chichi understood immediately, "You are planning to increase Xiao Jiu's strength in one step."

“That’s how I got here.”

Looking up at her, the old man said, "If you have a way to help him practice calligraphy without hurting his bones, you can use yours."

Yi Chichi looked at his great aunt, "What do you say?"

The old man was very decisive, "If you are sure, go ahead."

So, Yi Chichi went up.

The method of training wrist strength is actually not difficult. After returning, Yi Chichi taught him how to lift his wrist and use his elbow as a support point to gain leverage. This will make it easier to control the lines of the strokes, making the characters more beautiful.

Once you have practiced it well, you can start shaking your wrist, and then hanging your wrist.

Qin Jiu is now in the first stage and is not in a hurry.

Practice the wrist lift first.

Rabbit meat for dinner.

Of the two rabbits that Daju and his friends hunted, Mother Wen stewed one after asking for their consent, and divided the remaining one into two halves. She fed them one half raw, and boiled and dried the other half as a snack along with dried shrimps.

Qin Jiu looked at the two who were eating happily, and then at Wen Mu and Yi Chi Chi who were eating with gusto. Finally, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and buried his head in eating.

While eating, Wen's mother seemed to remember something and asked, "Did you bring the blueprints with you to the commune today?"

Yi Chichi had just put a piece of rabbit meat in his mouth, but when he heard the sound, he suddenly felt that the rabbit meat in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

She chewed and chewed the meat and swallowed it down, complaining, "Mom, can we talk about something happy?"

"That's definitely not possible. Since you've accepted this job, you have to do it well."

The implication is: It’s not a good idea to drag it on like this.

Qin Jiu also said, "Auntie, the teacher said that today's work should be done today, and time is more precious than gold."

This means that she should not waste her time.

"Eat your food."

Yi Chichi rolled his eyes at him, turned to Wen's mother and said, "I'll paint tonight and try to finish it all tomorrow." "Stay up late?"

"That can't be."

She wanted to endure it, but she didn't have the conditions.

Even if electricity is installed in Kaoshantun, it does not mean that there will be electricity every day.

After all, today's electricity resources are too tight.

Furthermore, electric light won’t work.

If there is a power outage, we have to use kerosene lamps for lighting.

Unfortunately, since the snow fell, the electricity in Kaoshan Village has been frozen and there has been no electricity for several days.

At night she uses a flashlight or candles for lighting.

It is not suitable for work.

"I sketched out the drawings by flashlight and candlelight, and then made revisions and finalizations during the day."

When Wen's mother heard this, she felt relieved and said, "Just be sensible."

She was afraid that her daughter-in-law would damage her eyes due to overwork, but fortunately she knew her limits.

So, Yi Chichi, who was sensible, started to refine the design drawings the next day.

Liu Lan and her friends, who came with equipment and materials to work with her, saw her drawing on paper with a pen, and couldn't help but come over to take a look. Then they sat back in frustration and said with emotion, "We are the same people, why is there such a big difference?"

Yi Chichi didn't even raise his head, "It's not difficult to draw these, you can try if you are interested."

"That's not difficult for you, but it's difficult for me."

Zhou Qiuyu complained with a look of resignation, "Back then, my neighbor's old lady was a great painter. She could even use a small branch to create a beautiful painting on the mud. I envied her and learned from her for a few days, and then..."

Here she paused.

But everyone knew that this person definitely had no talent.

As expected, she sighed deeply and said weakly, "The old lady scolded me for being useless."

This evaluation is quite sharp.

"How ugly is your painting?"

Liu Lan became curious, and Yi Chichi was not much better.

Wang Nan and the others even saluted her.

Zhou Qiuyu faced the various looks from the crowd calmly and said calmly, "The old lady said my paintings are not even worth mentioning."

Thinking of the old lady's evaluation of her, she chuckled.

“To be honest, I don’t even recognize the things I draw.”

This is indeed a bit abstract.

I want to see how outrageous her paintings are.

In an instant, everyone's expectant eyes fell on Yi Chichi's face.

She smiled and handed over a pen and paper, "Qiuyu, draw one for us to see."

"no problem."

Zhou Qiuyu was not afraid of embarrassment, so he readily took the paper and pen and borrowed Yi Chichi's desk.

Everyone gathered around to watch her paint. When the first stroke was made, Wang Nan exclaimed, "Wow, this line is really straight."

It is indeed straight, just like it was drawn with a ruler.

After the second stroke, Yi Chichi gave his evaluation.

“This semicircle line is also beautifully drawn.”

However, what is Zhou Qiuyu's purpose in drawing these two completely unrelated lines?
Is it to draw geometric shapes?

She thought her idea was bold enough, but she was stunned by the finished product Zhou Qiuyu drew.

"What did you draw?"

“Eggs.”

Zhou Qiuyu held up the paper for everyone to see, and asked, "Does it look like it?"

The room was filled with silence, and Yi Chichi and the others' faces looked a little distorted.

It's not just unlike anything else, it's so abstract and distorted that they can't even tell what this unrecognizable mass is.

Anyway, in all their lives, they have never seen anyone's eggs look like this.