59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 346 Zhou Jing Practices Calligraphy (Take a break today, 1 chapter)

Zhou Jing's appointment letter came out very quickly, in less than three days. The commune reported it, agreed to it, and then sent it over.

Zhou Jing didn’t even need to go for an interview!

"No wonder the pigs are praised so highly, what a makeshift troupe, a total makeshift troupe!"

Chen Feng muttered to himself.

Grandpa and grandma were so happy that they invited the old patriarch to have another meal. This time, grandpa was not as stingy as last time and changed the small bowl to a medium bowl.

The old patriarch was reluctant to drink, so he brought a wine jug in advance and poured all the wine into it.

At the dinner table, the old patriarch carefully explained the main points of warehouse management. It was simple to say, but you just had to collect the goods with official documents and don't have to give anyone face.

"It's nice to give face, but the peanuts don't taste good!"

"Remember it!"

Zhou Jing could not read, so he took a piece of straw paper and drew a few pictures as notes in his own way, and then gave half of his wine to the old patriarch.

"I see. It will be issued based on the signature above!"

"I remember you can write your name, but it's better for you to learn other characters, such as grain, fish, meat, pound, etc. These are very important. I will teach you in detail this afternoon."

The old patriarch did not let down the delicious food prepared by Chen Feng, grandma and aunt.

After eating, I went home to rest for more than an hour. In the afternoon, he came to teach Zhou Jing how to be a good warehouse manager, with the focus on receiving official documents from the commune.

In fact, it is very simple. You have to learn to recognize bills similar to banknotes, especially the signatures of the commune director, cashier, and accountant. You must recognize them.

"Dad, why is your handwriting uglier than mine?"

Zhou Dinghai and Zhou Fubo came home from school and wanted to ride their bicycles, so they ran to Zhou Jing's room to tell him about it. However, they saw their father practicing calligraphy and writing his name. They took a look out of curiosity and immediately felt disgusted.

Zhou Jing said calmly: "Dinghai, come on, write one for me to see."

Zhou Dinghai picked up a pencil and wrote his name.

"How dare you laugh at me for such ugly handwriting?"

Zhou Jing took out a piece of calligraphy Zhou Xiaoya had written that afternoon, patted his son on the shoulder, and said, "Look at Xiaoya's calligraphy, and then look at yours. Other people's calligraphy is like a phoenix, but yours is like a dog's paw, and it's crooked."

"Xiaoya hasn't even gone to school yet, and you, who are educated, can't even write as well as Xiaoya."

"Don't play with cars, come practice calligraphy with me. Your cousin gave you so much paper. If you don't finish writing, you'll just use it to wipe your butt. What a waste!"

Zhou Dinghai's body trembled when his biological father slapped him. He once again proved that his father was really narrow-minded and would not wait until tomorrow to take revenge.

Ruo Ruo said: "Dad, all the papers in the house were written by me and my elder brother together."

His original intention was that he had written so much and now it was time to take a break.

But your dad is still your dad.

Zhou Jing nodded and said, "That makes sense, Fubo, you are here to practice calligraphy too, why are you riding a bike?"

Zhou Fubao opened his mouth wide, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He really wanted to say no!

But, there is murderous intent!

I could only look at my second brother with anger and ask, "Why are you talking so much?"

'Brother, you are cheating me!'

When my aunt returned to the main room, she saw an adult and two children sitting at the table writing. She thought she had seen things.

"Okay, the three of you will read and write together from now on."

"no!"

"do not want!"

"no!"

Zhou Jing glared at his two sons Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai, and said to his aunt, "I just need to learn to recognize some of the words required to receive the receipts. Don't waste paper and pencils."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and gave his two sons an earnest admonition: "You are different. Your cousin knows many big factory leaders in Sijiu City. If you study hard and pass the entrance exam to junior high school, technical secondary school, or high school, you can go to Sijiu City to work in the future."

"If your handwriting is not good, which leader would like you?"

"Dad, is practicing two sheets of paper enough for today?" Zhou Fubo said resignedly.

"Don't always think about playing. Look at me. I have written more than a dozen pieces of calligraphy based on your great-grandfather's handwriting." Zhou Jing imitated the old patriarch's calligraphy in a formal official style.

Chen Feng's calligraphy is still a little bit inferior to that of the old patriarch.

According to the old patriarch, they practiced for decades, and when there was no ink, they just used water to write on the wooden board.

If the brush is broken, use pig hair.

Originally, when my aunt came here, she wanted Zhou Fubo to go to the kitchen to help light the fire, but when she saw her son practicing calligraphy, she immediately thought it would be better for her to go back and light the fire herself.

After practicing calligraphy for more than half an hour, the two little cousins ​​were finally released.

During the meal, Zhou Dinghai enthusiastically asked, "Cousin, how did you practice your calligraphy?"

"I started out just like you, by imitating other people's handwriting."

Chen Feng did not say that when his original body was a child, the calligraphy copybook he used for practicing calligraphy was the Zhuangyuan copybook that the old man got from somewhere.

He was also a celebrity of some note, Liu Chunlin, the last top scholar in the late Qing Dynasty.

Rumor has it that the original number one scholar was Zhu Ruzhen, but Zhu Ruzhen's name contained the word "Zhen", and Cixi hated Concubine Zhen very much because Guangxu and Concubine Zhen were extremely affectionate and Concubine Zhen firmly supported Guangxu's reforms.

The scholar also suffered as a result, and the good top scholar became a role model.

Liu Chunlin, who came from a poor family, quickly became an idol for millions of scholars.

"You should start by practicing with one horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke, one left stroke and one right stroke. Once you have mastered the four strokes, you can then write the entire character."

"Makes sense!"

Zhou Jing fully supports this idea.

"This way, you can write a lot on one piece of paper without wasting too much."

Well, uncle is really thrifty!

Chen Feng gave Zhou Jing a thumbs up.

"Uncle, you are really thoughtful!"

Zhou Fubao and Zhou Dinghai were discouraged and miserable!

I originally wanted to ask about the method of practicing calligraphy so that I could escape from the sea of ​​suffering sooner, but I didn't expect that I would get into trouble.

The words written on a piece of paper are definitely not as many as the horizontal, vertical, left and right strokes!

My father charges according to the amount of paper, not the number of words. Doesn’t he have to spend more time practicing calligraphy?

The two of them never thought that if they practiced calligraphy well earlier, they could escape from the sea of ​​suffering sooner.

After dinner, grandpa, uncle, aunt and others packed five sacks, one large and four small, which together held almost two or three pounds of fish.

"Uh, Grandpa, you really don't need to bring so much."

Chen Feng looked at his grandfather who had specially tied it to the bicycle to try it out. He really wanted to say that there was no shortage of fish and meat at home now, so at least they didn't need so much, as it would attract too much attention.

Grandpa said, "Put the fish meat in the front of the car and the big sack in the back. If someone attacks again, they can block a wave of bullets."

Grandma is always a little worried.

"How about taking the train?"

"No, there's so much meat on the train, I can't even explain it with three mouths!" Chen Feng shook his head quickly.

The train allows you to carry supplies, but with so much fish and meat, and you are not a buyer for a large factory, it is normal for others to suspect you of speculation.

If you encounter a black-hearted person who wants political achievements and benefits, it will be even more dangerous.

Unless there are our own people on this trip.