Going home after school, Qianmai solved the homework a, o, e, 1, 2, and 3 in twos and threes.
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun has been dyed by the last sunset glow on the horizon, and Yang Yong Qian Liqin has not yet returned. Qianmai moved a small bench and stood up and opened the lid of the pot to take a look. There was noon leftover porridge inside. Qianmai is not too hungry yet, but the two pigs in the pig house at the back of the house are so hungry that they are arching the door of the pig house.
Latent Wheat was panicked, so he had to scoop half a wooden bucket of pig food with a gourd scoop, shaking it to the pig house. Opening the door cautiously, two pigs rushed towards each other. Fortunately, there were wooden railings inside. The pigs grinning in hunger and wanting to rush are really scary, not cute at all. It seems that the emperor eats food, and pigs also take food as their heaven. Reluctantly, the strength of the submerged wheat was too weak, so I had to pour it into the pig trough through the wooden railing. I ran back and forth four times, and my little arms were sour that I calmed the two hungry pigs.
At this time, Yang Yongqian Liqin came back. Qian Liqin picked two pans full of sweet potato vines, and Yang Yong picked two big baskets full of sweet potatoes. The two saw their daughter coming in through the small door behind with a wooden barrel, and they found out that they had gone to feed the pigs after asking. I am naturally happy, and my daughter knows how to be considerate of her parents to help. Yang Yong put on the burden and went out again, but there were still some sweet potatoes in the field that he had not picked back. Qian Liqin was worried, she scooped up a spoonful of chaff and went to the back door to look at the pig.
By the time everything is set, it is already eight o'clock in the evening. Qian Liqin urges Qian Wheat to take Qian Xiaohai to sleep, and she will have to go to school tomorrow. Seeing that Qianmai was still grinding, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Qianmai didn't know how to speak. For Mao, for Mao, other female protagonists can easily make money, and they can buy whatever they want. As for myself, there is not a single copper plate so far. Really depressed. Teacher Tan, I was wrong. I knew that I should say in class today: "'0' is like a coin, and '1' is like a brush."
A penny stumps heroes. He gritted his teeth and said: "Mom, I want to buy some brushes, ink, and rice paper to practice calligraphy. You can give me some money."
Yang Yong asked next to him: "What the school teacher said?"
Qian Mai answered: "No. I want to practice it myself. The teachers' handwriting is so beautiful, and the squad leader Sun Hongmei's handwriting is so beautiful." This is a fact, but the fuse is today's Tan Xiangyang's. 0" and "1" theory, there is no breakthrough of "0", the beginning of "1", where will my descendants and grandchildren "2", "3", "4", and "5".
Seeing that his daughter is so educated, Yang Yong readily agreed: "Dad has a good pen in his hand, and he also has a good inkstone. I exchanged it from a small shop when I went to Huzhou to sell American ginseng last year. It was quite expensive. I originally wanted to wait for your fifth uncle to come home to visit relatives and give it to him. If you want to practice, just use it first."
"Ohohoh, long live dad!" Qianmai couldn't help but jump for joy. He didn't expect to solve it so easily.
Qian Liqin disagreed with a look of disapproval: "Children's family, don't you need such a good pen and inkstone."
Yang Yong said: "You have to use a good pen to write, and use it comfortably, so that you can write as if there is a god."
Qian Mai kept nodding in response, and happily pulled Qian Liqin's clothes: "Mom, use it for me, I will help you feed the pigs again in the future."
Qian Liqin couldn't help but squinted at her daughter: "You were feeding the pigs today to beg for something?"
Qianmai hurriedly waved his hands to be innocent: "Oh my God, how could there be such a deep misunderstanding."
Qian Liqin was amused, raised her hand and shook her as if to beat her. Seeing Qian Liqin no longer objected to Qian Mai, he couldn't wait to pull up Yang Yongqian Xiaohai back to the room to look at the pen and inkstone.
Yang Yongqian Liqin's room is neatly arranged and neatly arranged. It's not how good the furniture is, but the color scheme is simple, compact and comfortable. There is a set of dark purple furniture (three-door cabinet, writing desk, mirror table, wooden box, sofa chair, coffee table) in the small room, and the farmers have everything they should have. There is a pedal sewing machine in the corner. These were prepared by the two when they got married, and because they were used carefully, they still seem to be new.
But in Qianmai's view, the most valuable thing in this room is the purple-red bed. It is made of fir and carved all over the body. On both sides of the front and the eaves of the bed, carved wood, flowers, grass, birds and phoenix patterns are auspicious, and there is also a step stool in front. There is little ink in the belly of Latent Wheat, so I don't know how to describe it. In short, it is much more beautiful than the beds in those historical dramas. All fools know that putting 2009 on hold is worth a lot of money. Of course, I heard that this bed was left by the grandfather and grandmother of the potential family. It is of great significance to commemorate it. How can we be the prodigal daughter of the seller.
Yang Yong took the key and opened the desk drawer, groping for a while. It turns out that all the good things at home are stored here.
Take it out and take a look, a complete layman like Qian Wheat at the end also knows that this thing is not bad, no matter what, just the texture in his hand. 80% can't be wrong.
Qian Maimai firmly believes in the powerful sixth sense of being a woman. He picks up things and walks into his nest inside. Yang Yong shouts from behind: "The brush must be soaked in warm water before it can be used."
"Oh." Qianmai thought of something and suddenly turned around: "Dad, the ink and paper have to be done for me too."
"I know." Yang Yong agreed: "If you want to practice, you must practice hard. Practice persistently. Don't spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, and you will waste things in vain. Then I can't spare you."
"Accomplished~" Qianmai said in the room. He ran out again quickly: "Dad, change the kerosene lamp, I am too small and too dark." Before Yang Yong could answer, he adjusted the lights in their room and ran back.
sweat! No way, before the capital accumulation was completed, I had to search them.