Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 188 The Stern Uncle Shen Zhuo

When Shen Zhuo returned to Zheng's house, the moon was already in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the surface of Shenshui Town, illuminating Shenshui Town like daytime.

In the room, Zheng Keyin taught Gou Wa to write his own name, but it was not satisfactory.

Mu Shuangwan, on the other hand, held the history books of the Jin Dynasty and quickly flipped through them.

Occasionally, when I raised my head, I saw a dog with a wrinkled face!

There was nothing Mu Shuangwan could do to help, so she could only continue to bury her head in absorbing the knowledge of this dynasty.

Modern people are a little bit better. Although they can't write traditional characters, but because of the genes they carry in their bones, eight out of ten traditional characters are recognized by themselves.

Mu Shuangwan roughly understood this time and space by half-reading and half-guessing.

Similar to the ancient times in Mu Shuangwan's impression, agriculture is the mainstay, business is suppressed, several important industries are run by the state, and salt, iron and tea are monopolized.

As for how the Great Jin will develop and how to enter the Central Plains, these are not within the scope of her consideration. After a quick glance, she gave up.

As soon as he closed the book, he looked up and saw Shen Zhuo who came in at some time.

Shen Zhuo today is wearing a gray linen gown, even under the dim oil lamp, he looks very energetic.

His gaze was like a torch, and his eyes were all on Mu Shuangwan, making Mu Shuangwan feel uncomfortable all over.

"You're back, do you want to go back tonight?" Mu Shuangwan put the book in her hands away, and then walked in front of Shen Zhuo.

Shen Zhuo looked at Gouwa who was struggling to hold a pen and write under the oil lamp, and seemed a little hesitant. He was actually not in a good condition today, and his eyelids kept twitching.

He always felt that something bad was going to happen, so he hurried back, just wanting to go back quickly.

However, looking at Gou Wa who was seriously practicing calligraphy, he hesitated.

Gouwa stayed at Zheng Keyin's house for three days. Zheng Keyin only taught him how to hold a writing brush. As for the others, he didn't move at all, because Gouwa didn't understand anything and it was too difficult at first.

Seeing Shen Zhuo, Gouwa seemed very happy, he didn't even care about the words written on his hand, he flew towards Shen Zhuo's arms.

Three days is not long or short, but it is enough for a child to act in line with his age.

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, I can write my name now!" Gouwa buried his head in Shen Zhuo's arms, and his legs were still bouncing around, which was enough to show his excitement and joy at this moment.

Mu Shuangwan covered her mouth and sniggered, Shen Zhuo was always serious, but she didn't know how she would react to being hugged like this suddenly.

Who would have thought that Shen Zhuo just patted Gouwa on the back lightly, neither praising him nor expressing anything else.

He walked up to Zheng Keyin, picked up Gou Wa's writing, and looked at it.

On the rice paper, crooked characters, like earthworms, lay horizontally on the paper, even the illiterate Shen Zhuo knew how bad Gouwa's handwriting was.

Mu Shuangwan was stunned at the side. At this time, shouldn't an uncle encourage him?

What does it mean to turn around and leave, and still look at other people's first works?
"You help him point out the problem! Don't care about his feelings, don't care, he will think more!"

Zheng Keyin was a straightforward person, and after listening to Shen Zhuo's words, he actually started pointing out Gouwa's shortcomings.

"The pen is not strong enough, and the handwriting is scribbled. If this kind of writing is thrown into the examination room, no one will read it."

Gou Wa immediately burst into tears upon hearing this unkind evaluation, Mu Shuangwan was in a hurry to comfort her, but Shen Zhuo stopped her with her eyes.

(End of this chapter)