The next day, Han Fei got up and her body was very sore. Maybe she had injured a lot of places last night by kneeling and rolling. She rubbed it for a while and then got up. With the help of Chun Hong, she hurriedly After washing up, it’s time to gather.
Aunt Gui looked at the group of beautiful girls below who were standing with good posture with satisfaction, and said: "Very good, the training in the physical class will continue, but today, what is being carried out is the cultural class training, and the cultural class is nothing more than expression. Talent, chess, calligraphy and painting are among the four main courses, and what is being held today is the most basic of them, Grandma Yuan, please take me to the academy."
"Yes. Come with me."
Under the leadership of Grandma Yuan, all the show girls walked obediently. Han Fei lagged behind, looking a little embarrassed, but she still followed well.
Everyone arrived at the academy. Han Fei took a look inside and was a little surprised. The layout inside looked a bit like a modern academy. There were many desks neatly placed, covered with rice paper and ink. There were two desks. This nanny who is full of scholarly atmosphere was very generous in delivering the lecture.
The leader, Grandma Yuan, leaned over, said hello, and said to the beautiful girls: "Books are the most basic talent lessons. The words are like the person they are. Good calligraphy is enough to give a real lady the demeanor. Now , just find a place and sit down."
The show girls found the most ideal positions one after another, all in the front and middle. The purpose is self-evident, which is to strive for a good impression.
As soon as Han Fei saw a slightly better spot, she just took a step forward and was bumped into by someone. She almost fell into the street without paying attention.
Han Fei was angry and looked back suddenly, but everyone was in position, and the person who bumped into her just now didn't know who it was.
Seeing Han Fei's appearance, some people couldn't help laughing, with eyes full of ridicule, as if they were looking at an actor.
Han Fei sneered in her heart, and from the corner of her eye she saw the frown on the podium. She suppressed her temper and walked towards the last empty seat, which was also the most remote position.
After everyone had found their seats, Grandma spoke up: "Calligraphy is the most basic talent of a person. You must also know its importance. You girls are all from different families, so you must not be illiterate. A vulgar folk girl, this first lecture is for you to write the most satisfying work. The time is only one hour, so let’s start.”
As soon as Mammy finished speaking, each of the ladies picked up their pens and began to write in a decent manner. Everyone looked serious, as if this was a competition.
In Hanling, literature is the main thing. If the family is a little rich, their children will learn the Four Books and Five Classics from an early age. They cannot be said to be proficient, but they will not make people laugh at all.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a competition.
Han Fei was not in a hurry to write. She looked at the rice paper in front of her and felt a little headache.
Frankly speaking, calligraphy is not too difficult for her, but according to the memory of the original person, the original Han Fei really couldn't read a single Chinese character! She completely fits the description of the 'vulgar folk girl' in her words. Just imagine, Han Fei, who was forgotten in the backyard with her mother gone and her father not hurting her, and who grew up relying solely on financial aid, would be fine if she could survive. , how could that second lady ask the master to teach her how to be civilized
What she hesitated was, should she show that she knew how to read
But after hesitating for a moment, Han Fei took a deep breath and still picked up the pen. Now that Han Fei is her, everything in the past will be overturned, whether she can write or not, and whether anyone will really take it seriously.
But half an hour had passed when Han Fei started writing, and the other show girls had already written most of it on the paper. Her long inactivity had attracted the attention of several nuns on the main stage.
However, unexpectedly, Han Fei was the last to write, and she was also the first to write.
The grandma on the stage couldn't help being curious, so she walked down and came to Han Fei's desk with great dignity.
When she saw the piece of paper on the desk, she was stunned. She stood there, her eyes lit up slightly, and a flash of satisfaction flashed across her face.
I saw that there was only one word on Han Fei's paper, which was the word "Han".
There is no embarrassment between the lines, nor is there any girlish delicacy. Instead, it is smooth and generous, and it is even more graceful at the turning point. The whole word is written neatly in the middle, revealing a trace of everyone's style.
Just one word is enough to instantly kill the entire poem here.
Grandma couldn't help but changed her mind about Han Fei. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She didn't say any praise, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the satisfaction in it. She thought that this person with the most vulgar appearance was the most annoying person. Unexpected.
Facing the satisfied look in her eyes, Han Fei couldn't stand it any longer. She lowered her head with a guilty conscience. However, she mistook it as a sign of humility, and she admired Han Fei even more in her heart.
Grandma looked around and saw that most people had already finished writing, and then said: "Everyone, please stop."
Immediately, Grandma walked to the main podium holding Han Fei's work in both hands and said: "In this competition, Han Fei gets five points."
At that moment, some people were unconvinced and looked at Han Fei with hatred and disdain. After all, not many people could see the words in Grandma's hand.
"Mommy, can you let us see Han Fei's handwriting?"
The person who said this was a beautiful girl who was quite confident in her calligraphy, and her calligraphy was also considered outstanding.
Mammy glanced at the beautiful girl indifferently, which made the latter's scalp numb, but she still insisted on her request.
"If you have any objections, come up and observe."
At that moment, a few bold people came up to the main podium. Their original disdain and disbelief turned into disbelief when they saw the word, but they were convinced.
That word can indeed be used.
Unexpectedly, all of them underestimated the eldest lady of the Han family!
Han Fei looked at the different looks from behind and felt like crying. She wanted to cope with this, but she didn't expect it would cause such public outrage!
You know, her handwriting is good, but it’s limited to this handwriting!
She had practiced this word thousands of times with a master in modern times, and she had long since become perfect! Other words cannot be said to be ugly, but they definitely have no such effect! More importantly, she doesn’t know much about traditional Chinese characters! Just now she secretly took a look at other people's calligraphy, and it was all traditional Chinese characters!
Facing everyone's surprised looks, Han Fei felt more and more guilty.
At this time, Mammy said again: "Miss Han, your calligraphy is enough to pass. You don't need to undergo this training again. It is enough to complete a chapter of Ci Fu and submit it for registration. Please submit it to me tomorrow."
Hearing these words, the beautiful ladies stared at Han Fei as if they wanted to kill someone. But at this moment, Han Yan stood up in the back and said in a beautiful voice: "Mommy, please give me some advice."