It turned out that the practice of calligraphy in Lao Pang's place was not simply writing on paper, but using an inkstone to grind a bowl of ink and writing directly on the large flat stone beside the pool.
In the afternoon, Mr. Pang read Li Jin's regular script and was satisfied. Then he asked him if he had any experience with other fonts.
The answer to this question is of course no.
Pang Lao was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. The apprentices accepted it, but no return or exchange was included.
But Lao Pang also knew that Li Jin had previously focused on the imperial examinations, and because of his family background, he had no resources to practice other fonts.
Mr. Pang said, "Your regular script looks quite law-abiding at first glance, but when you look closely, it is striking, as if no one in the world can make you bow down."
He paused for a while, and his usual laughing and scolding face was only stern, "Xiuzhi, this can't be done. You were only taking the exam before, and the magistrates, prefects, and Xuezheng adults may appreciate you because of the sharpness in your words. Because they are too crushed by the world's rules and regulations, I hope someone can rush up and become a clear stream of the court.
But Xiuzhi, in the past half month of contact with you, I found that although you are arrogant and sharp, you have always been steady and steady in your work, and you do not want to show yourself too sharp. "
Li Jin listened carefully and was secretly shocked.
Mr. Pang is indeed a master of calligraphy.
Li Jin really didn't want himself to be too sharp, but he didn't notice anything in the fonts.
After all, Li Jin's requirements for himself have always been 'have a tiger in the heart, sniff the roses carefully'. While being strong, he must be full of tenderness towards his family, and gentle and sincere towards his friends.
The reason why he has a sharp mind is because in this era, he has someone he wants to protect. Blindly forbearance can't exchange for others' understanding, and most of them will only make that person more advanced.
Therefore, since he came to Fucheng last year, the edge of Li Jin's characters has become more and more obvious. Of course it has something to do with his mood.
After all, when he first came to an unfamiliar city, Li Jin was not as calm and calm as he seemed on the surface, but as a man, he had to take on these.
At the beginning, Qin Muwen was only eighteen years old, and Baozi was not even a full year old. Li Jin naturally wanted to try his best to strengthen himself and protect his family.
On the surface, he was calm and calm, but he just wrote his inner emotions into his words, and before he knew it, his strokes became sharper.
This was pointed out by the old man Pang who saw blood for a while.
Li Jin immediately asked what to do.
Mr. Pang said: "Whenever you practice regular script, write Sanshi's cursive script first, and put your sharpness into cursive script. When you write regular script later, you will be more disciplined. Since you want to take the imperial examinations this way. , The regular script must be written just right, it won't work if it's too sharp, it won't work if it's too formal. However, it's not in a hurry, I'll adjust it for you slowly."
Pang Lao waved his hand when Li Jin bowed, "You are my disciple, I don't teach you who? Today, after writing this bowl of ink, you can leave."
It turned out that the three stones that Pang Lao just said was to write three times on the big rocks on the shore.
After Li Jin finished writing once, he scooped water from the pool and began to wash along the bottom of the stone. When he washed it to the front, the water also gathered into the pool again.
Pang Lao sat next to him drinking tea and said, "When you can write the water in this pond in ink, you can tell others that you are my disciple."
Li Jin wrote all afternoon, and finished writing a bowl of ink, and found that the water in the pool was still clear after washing.
But when it was time to go home, he said goodbye to Mr. Pang, saying that he could only come on even-numbered days, so he lifted his feet and walked home.
After that, he was disliked by the little bun.
Qin Muwen said to Xiao Baoji, "Daddy bathes every day, but Xiao Baozi refused to take a bath yesterday, but he forgot?"
Xiao Baoji put his little hand in front of Dad's nose and said, "Xiangxiang."
This means that he is fragrant even if he does not take a bath.
The little bun can now speak more than forty words, and the little head is very clever.
What he means is that you don't have to take a bath every day, and you don't have to take a bath when you are fragrant.
Li Jin shot another arrow in the knee. Although he didn't feel that the ink stinks, he still went to take a bath in order to hold the little bun.
After that, Li Jin's life became more and more regular, while preparing for the township examination, he was still practicing calligraphy.
As for the scriptures, Li Jin has not continued to compile them recently. One is that the math questions in the township examination are more difficult, and he cannot blindly study simple introductory arithmetic.
The second is that his time can't be used to write and calculate the scriptures as before, and he has to read a lot of books for the rural exam.
Li Jin has discovered that the land pattern of this dynasty is very similar to that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in his previous life. The whole country is divided into two capitals and thirteen provinces.
The township test is one test for one province. Except for the two remote provinces that need to be combined for the test, other places have set up tribute institutes in the southern part of the whole province.
There are also quotas for the admission of the rural examination, and each province has a fixed admission of 135 people, which is why so many people fail the examination.
Because each candidate's competitors are not only those who were talented in the same year, but also those who were talented in the previous year or even earlier.
On the second holiday in April, Wu Wei, the son of Doctor Wu, came to visit him. He said, "According to my father, Xiuzhi is very familiar with my father, so I didn't invite him here. I hope Xiuzhi will not mind."
Li Jin said, "Of course not, Qiuping please come in."
Wu Wei, courtesy name Qiuping, this is what Dr. Wu said before, Li Jin originally wanted to give Wu Wei a greeting when he came back.
But as soon as the matter of being crowned was delayed, and then he went to apprentice Pang Lao, he forgot about it for a while.
Wu Wei had already heard of Shance's theory, but unfortunately Li Jin was too busy and was not in the same class with him. In addition, Li Jin usually went directly to the public kitchen or math department after school, so he never found the time to talk to Li Jin.
Wu Wei didn't know about Li Jin's apprenticeship, but he was also good at practicing calligraphy and writing strategies.
Li Jin wanted to know the results of his calligraphy practice these days. After all, he practiced every day, and it was difficult to see the changes by himself.
And Mr. Pang would only correct his words when what he wrote was wrong. At other times, he would drink tea and water flowers in a leisurely manner.
So Li Jin said, "Then let's learn calligraphy."
"good."
He and Wu Wei learned calligraphy, naturally not referring to regular script. After all, everyone has to write regular script in the examination room, and they are all quite satisfactory, there is no difference.
Generally speaking, most of them are cursive.
Although Li Jin has just learned cursive script for a long time, his teacher is Mr. Pang. In addition, he has deep basic skills in practicing scribbling, horizontal, dot, and vertical, so his writing is naturally not bad.
Wu Wei had never heard rumors that Li Jin was good at writing. As a result, as soon as he and Li Jin mentioned learning from each other, Li Jin said they learned about calligraphy.
Wu Wei himself was surprised, but he was also good at calligraphy, and it would not be shameful to learn from them.
At first, he thought about whether he should give Li Jin some water, and whether he should write too well, lest Li Jin lose face. After all, Li Jin was taking care of him as soon as he heard what he said.
But when he really saw Li Jin's words, Wu Wei completely discarded the idea of releasing water for Li Jin.
After the two praised each other's strengths, Wu Wei said: "At first glance, the word Xiuzhi gave me a very sharp feeling, which shows that Xiuzhi has been immersed in this way for a long time."
If he knew that Li Jin had learned cursive script for half a month, he didn't know how he would feel.
Li Jin said, "Every word in Qiu Ping's cursive script is written differently in terms of dots and lines. Xiu Zhi admires it."
Wu Wei was very surprised, but Li Jin could see the essence of his cursive script at a glance.
You know, even the classmates who lived with him in the academy and practiced calligraphy with him for so long did not realize this. Every time I only praise 'Qiuping, you write really well'.
Therefore, Wu Wei wanted to have a deep friendship with Li Jin. A truly learned person will be recognized by everyone, even if he puts aside his false name.
In this more compact life than before, Xiaobaoji ushered in the second birthday.
Of course, according to Ben Dynasty's algorithm, Xiao Baoji is already three years old.
He can speak about fifty words now. Although he still doesn't understand what one, two and three stand for, he can count from one to ten.
The little bun's hair is very soft, and after sleeping at night, it is slightly curly the next day.
On the day of his birthday, Qin Muwen got up early to hug him, looked at the small tuft of curly hair on Xiao Baozi's forehead, and couldn't help but chuckle.
In the past, when Qin Muwen combed Xiao Baozi's hair, he combed all his hair neatly, and the slightly playful oblique bangs became longer from left to right.
But I haven't cut Xiao Baozi's hair recently, and unknowingly, the bangs have grown long.
Qin Muwen looked at the tuft of hair, and the more he looked, the more happy he became. In the end, he simply carried the little bun out directly, because they were all acquaintances anyway.
It's not easy to organize a birthday banquet for a child. Li Jin originally planned to celebrate the little bun for his own family, but he thought that Wan Yun seemed to like the little bun, and he was still asking if the little bun's birthday was summer a few times.
Li Jin also invited Wan Yun.
Because Wan Yun often came to eat food, as soon as the little bun saw him, he shouted in his father's arms, "Uncle is here."
Qin Muwen put him on the ground and motioned for him to go over.
But Xiao Baozi saw Li Jin also beckoning to him, so he took his father's hand and asked him to follow him too.
Wan Yun looked at Qin Muwen, who was bending over to follow Xiao Baozi's strength, with admiration in his eyes.
He knew how busy Li Jin usually was, and he was able to educate the little bun so well and cute, but it was all the credit of that little boy.
When Xiao Baozi walked up to him, Wan Yun realized that Xiao Baozi had changed his hairstyle today, his soft hair was sticking to his head, only a few strands hung down from his forehead, and his eyes were obviously more well-behaved.
Wan Yun wanted to pick up the little bun, but he found that although the little bun was called 'Uncle', his target was obviously Li Jin standing beside him.
Wan Yun still had a glimmer of hope before the dust settled, and felt that the little bun had not seen him for a few days, so he should miss him a little.
As a result, the steamed bun jumped directly on Li Jin's lap, holding his head up: "Daddy, hug!"
Facing Wan Yun's questioning eyes, Li Jin calmly picked up the little bun and put him on his shoulders.
Wan Yun was silent, finally knowing why the little bun was so excited when he saw Li Jin.
Children love to be tall.
However, Li Jin also spoiled his children too much. As a parent, he would never let his child ride on his shoulders. That's what grandfathers do when they spoil their grandsons.
After all, fathers must have absolute majesty in front of their children, and the well-known 'cross-generation parent' is such a truth.
Soon, Wan Yun didn't have the heart to think about this, because the little bun sat high and picked six flowers on the wall.
He distributed three flowers to his father, and the little bun looked at his three flowers and reluctantly distributed one to Wan Yun.
"Uncle, Huahua."
Wan Yun took the flowers, looked at Li Jin with pity, and asked the little bun: "Does your father not have flowers?"
Xiaobao said in a milky voice, "My father and I's Huahua belonged to my father."
Wan Yun: "...?"