The geese pass by and the people leave their names, and he, Mr. Yuan, has this idea. Although it is just a guard, he can also leave a name for himself from another perspective.

Seeing Chuanwu in a daze, he waved, "Chuanwu, come here."

"Oh." Chuanwu responded and sat opposite him, "Second brother, what's the matter with me?"

Yuan Pengfei looked at him up and down, and he had to say that the cultural influence was quite good, and a rough man had a bit of a literary temperament.

"Chuanwu, after the school in the past two years, how have you practiced your calligraphy? If you still want to crawl, you will let me down on my training for you."

Chuanwu smiled and said, "Second brother, how can you do it? Even a pig can practice the word "one hour a day" and you can practice good handwriting. Do you want me to demonstrate it to you now?"

"Then try it, I'll see how your calligraphy is practiced." Chuanwu's calligraphy left a deep impression on him. He couldn't believe it if he didn't witness it with his own eyes.

Chuanwu quickly prepared the paper and pen, looked up and asked, "Second brother, what did you say you should write?"

Yuan Pengfei looked at it but smiled. Did he use a fountain pen to use if he couldn't write a good brush?

However, it is better to record a diary by the pen, so he spoke, "On the 23rd day, I was a little scared to remember the first diary, but I should always record some things.

The day before yesterday, I felt that no matter how poor I was, I couldn’t have any education, so I specially approved a hundred thousand oceans to establish a learning fund to fund those students who are eager to study in Beijing, especially those librarians who are eager to study but have no chance to enroll."

Chuanwu wrote down word by word, but looked up at him in surprise, and he looked at him, "I'm just here to keep a diary for you?"

Yuan Pengfei didn't care about his thoughts, picked up the notebook and nodded with satisfaction. The pen handwriting was not of any style, but the strokes were neat, and there would be no ambiguity in future research.

"Chuanwu, you will be my clerk in the future. You don't have much daily work, just help me write a diary. When you are other times, you will do whatever you like, and you will think about finding a wife early. The godmother even called me to urge me two days ago."

Chuanwu was full of dark lines, and he didn't know what the telegram wrote. He was obviously urging Yuan Pengfei to go back to get married, but Chuanwen's children were all soy sauce. His second wife had not married yet, and the two elders couldn't sit still.
Chapter completed!