Zheng Mohong: "..."
He really didn't expect that Mo Yongheng, who has always been upright and rigid, would actually play tricks sometimes.
But Mo Yongheng broke the precept for his precious daughter, what can he say
"It's just the first level, don't be too happy!" Zheng Mohong turned to look at the housekeeper: "Tell him what the second level is."
Before the housekeeper could speak, Mo Yongheng had already rushed ahead.
"Father, the auspicious time is coming, if you don't go back, I'm afraid you will miss the time for worship, and the Patriarch is already urging you."
At the critical moment, in order to allow him to get his wife smoothly, Mo Yongheng moved the old Patriarch Mo out without hesitation.
It's no use.
Zheng Mohong glanced at him lightly, took out his phone and shook it.
"One minute before you rushed into the villa, I just personally called the old owner. He said that although the Mo family respects traditional customs, they are not pedantic. When will you pick up the bride and when will you pay homage? Of course, you can also It's a pity if you don't get the bride and you have to go back by yourself."
Mo Yongheng: "..."
After confirming that Mo Yongheng has no objection, the butler has already stepped forward with a small notebook and read out the assessment criteria for the next level to him.
Zheng Mohong has already said that if he wants to marry his daughter, he must be able to write and fight.
"Wu" Mo Yongheng passed the test just now, and the second test is "Wen".
The exam is not difficult, just ask Mo Yongheng to write a copybook.
Within half an hour, write one hundred copybooks selected by Zheng Mohong, requiring the font and size to be exactly the same as the original copybooks.
The two copybooks can be completely overlapped together to pass the test.
When Mo Yongheng heard this request, his expression became weird.
He has been with the old Patriarch Mo since he was a child, and everyone knows his good calligraphy.
Not to mention deliberate writing, but usually writing is good handwriting.
Zheng Mohong's request is difficult for others, but for him, it is really not difficult.
But if you look at the first level and the second level together, it will be a real embarrassment!
He had just knocked down a hundred people, and although he wasn't physically exhausted, his right hand was still trembling slightly because of the excessive force.
Let him write with a pen now, and his calligraphy will definitely lose its shape.
Not to mention a hundred copybooks, it is difficult for him to meet the requirements for one.
"Why, can't it be done?" Zheng Mohong twitched his eyes, and asked considerately: "Master Eternal sweated so much, he must be tired, do you want to take a rest? If you really don't want to participate, it's not impossible, it's just that Yan Yan…”
"I attended!"
Mo Yongheng gritted his teeth and agreed.
All for the daughter-in-law.
In Mo Yongheng's heart, calligraphy is the most calming.
He has been with the old Patriarch since he was a child, and the old Patriarch always taught him this way. When he was impatient, he would calm down and write carefully.
When the words are written, the mood will be better.
But he never thought that one day writing would become a kind of suffering.
Mo Yongheng held the brush, his hand shook as soon as he wrote it, and he flung it out of the sky.
The first sticker is invalid.
He took a deep breath and started all over again.
When the second pen fell, the pen was not deviated, and halfway through the writing, the force was not steady, and the pen was heavy.
Thick ink nearly saturates the paper.
Scrapped another one.
At this speed, he might not be able to finish writing until tomorrow.
Zheng Mohong looked at it for a while, as if he was tired, he waved his hand and told the housekeeper to go upstairs to take down his tea set.
He just sat in the living room and stared at Mo Yongheng's writing.
In case Mo Yongheng made any crooked tricks again.