12dz Chapter 181: Singing at dusk
Chapter 181: Singing at dusk
My great-uncle pointed to a long rectangular box beside him and said:
"This was written for you by the clan leader who asked a talented calligrapher and painter in the clan. The clan leader said that this was in response to your request and he hopes that you will make progress."
When Wang Jinyi heard this, she was shocked. Oh, her “not too bad” handwriting skills were being widely spread?! It seemed that someone else knew about it!
I don't know whether I should thank you or complain about this! Why do I want to kneel down and thank you, but I also feel a little aggrieved?
Wang Jinyi took the initiative to say that he needed funds to develop Kushui Mountain. His great-uncle asked very seriously:
"Jin'er, write down your ideas in detail. I'll give them to Wuli for you. Ask the clan leader to find some helpers for you. There are still capable people in this area in the clan.
The main reason I came this time was to add a new contract to the Mathematical Classic and the book you wrote."
Wang Jinyi quickly answered:
"My great-uncle, the Record of Gratitude and Revenge can no longer be printed. I sold the printing rights and received all the money. I just want to build my Ku Shui Mountain."
"Oh? Jin'er also needs money sometimes, but you can borrow from the clan if you need money in the future. You can also use it to offset the loan in the cooperative project!"
After my great-uncle finished speaking, my grandfather smiled, shook his head and said:
"Jin'er, you can also go back to the old house to borrow from your grandfather or mother. There's no need to sell your own things."
Wang Jinyi thought privately: All of this is to expand the "Stars in the Night Sky" and market share. By cooperating with more people, it will cover many towns. The more bookstores sell my storybooks, it will be like having a bigger net to help me catch the fish named Chen Zhiyuan!
Wang Jinyi humbly listened to the advice of his great-uncle and grandfather, and nodded seriously, as if he was willing to learn. In fact, he was secretly calculating that in order to find people for himself, he could only continue to cooperate with different bookstores...
My great-uncle smiled and asked:
"Jin'er, have you read the Mathematical Scriptures that I copied for the clan? What do you think?"
"I have read this book. I can't say I have any insights into it, but I think that mathematics is the starting point of all natural sciences. It can also help children form rules and logic, which is good for the formation of their future thinking patterns..."
Oh, I've said too much again! Wang Jinyi found that she tended to talk too much when she was explaining something, so she stopped talking in time and pretended to laugh foolishly.
"Anyway, Jin'er thinks that academic numbers are good."
The great-uncle and grandfather looked at each other, neither praising nor arguing, but just humming softly and asking again!
"Jin'er, do I have to discuss the printing of my own book in the future?"
Wang Jinyi quickly raised her two little hands and waved them.
"No, no, we still have to hand it over to the clan for printing in the future. Including the printing of Xunyang Prefecture, we have to hand it over to Wuli for negotiation. But let's forget about it this time, but..."
Seeing that Wang Jinyi was silent, the grandfather asked:
"Jin'er, do you have anything else to say?"
"In order to make up for the regret of not being able to cooperate with the tribe this time, I sorted out some poems I have read and wanted to hand them over to the group to publish a book of poetry excerpts."
"Oh?"
"Really? Everything sorted?"
"Yes, Grandfather, Great-Uncle, I named this collection of poems "Songs Picked Up at Dusk"
"What are those words?"
The grandfather asked, and Wang Jinyi pretended to be angry, put his hands on his waist and tilted his head to one side, and said angrily:
"No, it's too ugly. I'll write it for you when I'm better at it!"
The two old men looked confused at first, but finally burst into laughter, “Haha, hahahaha, this kid.”
Before going to bed that evening, Wang Jinyi leaned over his desk again and looked at the banner of the entire "Three Character Classic" written by the clan leader.
Wang Jinyi was extremely puzzled. They were both writing Chinese characters, but why could some people write them so beautifully? They looked like a handsome scholar, standing against the wind, elegant and graceful.
Wang Jinyi poked his head with his hands, thinking: How do people write Chinese characters like this? How do they practice each stroke? How can I make the characters as beautiful as paintings? ...
Wang Jinyi stood on a large armchair with her hands on her waist, admiring the "Three Character Classic" copied for her by the clan leader who was a master of both calligraphy and painting. These more than 1000 words showed not only sincerity, but also full of expectations!
Wang Jinyi was very moved. The clan leader was in charge of all the affairs of the Wang clan, but he also took time out to write a banner for him. It was really thoughtful.
My brother just came home from school and saw the "Three Character Classic" written by the clan leader. He covered his mouth with his hands in surprise, his eyes widened. Wang Jinyi couldn't help but feel a little proud. I have someone who is both a calligrapher and a painter to write calligraphy for me...
"Zhu Yu will hang it on my desk tomorrow, and I will practice calligraphy by looking at it every day."
Even if you imitate more than a thousand words, you should be able to write something like that in a few years.
"Nurse, I need to write a few more words."
Zhu Yu watched the nurse grind ink for the young lady, and quickly unfolded the banner of the Three Character Classic. Wang Jinyi spread out the rice paper, and suddenly seemed to remember:
"Zhu Yu, you are so kind. You know my heart."
Wang Jinyi deliberately exaggerated the praises of Zhu Yu:
Zhu Yu kindly advised:
"Miss, it's getting late."
"I just write one article, and then I go to sleep."
Before going to bed, the mother went out to check on her children and found that the light in the east room was on. Her son was still reciting his homework seriously, muttering to himself and shaking his head.
Then she went to the west room and saw her daughter in her underwear, still sitting at the desk. She looked at the scroll sent by the patriarch for a while, then wrote something by herself, then looked at it for a while, and then wrote again. The mother did not disturb her, but just observed from outside the door and then slowly turned around.
Looking at the room next to my daughter's room, it's time to prepare a study room for her. This child is different from ordinary girls. She is good at poetry and prose, and not very interested in women's work. It seems that the embroidery room originally reserved needs to be vacated, and the warehouse prepared for my daughter to store her dowry now seems to be not enough.
The child has already prepared a mountain and a shop with his private property! It seems that he will expand it. Just writing storybooks and cooperating with the clan will not reduce the dividends he will get in the future.
Mother stood in the autumn scenery, looking at the sky. Qing'er followed the lady, watching her standing alone in the yard, thinking about how the lady repeatedly packed things for the second master during the day. She really didn't know what the lady was doing...
When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning passed through the dusk and sprinkled on the earth, on the official road outside Xunyang City, Wu Mei and the Feng sisters, covered in dust, saw Xunyang City from afar.
Ever since Wu Da and Wu Er told her about Sister Feng's strange behavior, Sister Wu has become extra careful. Whether for her own safety or to protect the young lady's secret, she has not talked to the Feng sisters about why the young lady wanted to know about the Cao family and the secret of the Cao family's mining...