Master Zhou's class was still rigid and boring. He shook his head and walked around the green brick floor, reciting the words and sentences in the book, saying the meanings were profound and difficult to understand. They were all major principles that could make people's ears calluses.

It’s better to practice calligraphy. Changsun Hong likes to write. Although soft-brush calligraphy is more complicated than hard-brush calligraphy, it is much more interesting. The soft wool pen tips are swimming on the paper and splashing ink, giving a wonderful feeling inside.

It's like making a painting.

So during the afternoon practice, Changsun Hong was very happy. He carefully studied calligraphy according to the copybook provided by Master Zhou, and carefully stroked it with strokes. His attitude was extremely correct, which made Master Zhou very satisfied.

He touched his beard, looked at Changsun Hong and nodded constantly, with a smile on his face. Since Changsun Hong wrote the song "Drunk and Falling", his status has completely changed in Master Zhou's mind.

Wizard, Master Zhou thought. How many people can make such grand words at this age? I'm afraid the two sons of the Su family in this dynasty don't have this ability? Their famous poems were all spread after they became adults, and they had never heard of any masterpieces before they were young.

He looked at Changsun Hong, who was writing seriously, and the more he read, the more he became satisfied. The only disadvantage was that this kid was too weak in the meaning of the scriptures, and basically didn't know about it after asking, which was quite a headache.

No, I finally came across a piece of uncensored jade. If I didn’t carefully carve it, how could I give him a talent? The ancients said that there were many students all over the world and talents everywhere. If I couldn’t do this, I could give the court a useful person.

Turning his head, Master Zhou saw Li Wen and the other two who were grinding the skin and rubbing itchy and obviously impatient.

These three guys are extremely resistant to writing. Although they use paper and pens that are much more expensive than Changsun Honglai, they can tell that they have no calmness when they write them.

Alas, I'm afraid there is no hope. Master Zhou shook his head, took out a ruler, and asked the three of them to hand over the written words to their reviews.

So, when he was absent from school, Changsun Hong left the Li Mansion amid the sound of the "papapapapa" intimate contact between the ruler and the flesh.

I have money in my bag, and I don’t feel panic.

Carrying a purse with a 300-civilian copper coin, Changsun Hong obviously had a lot of steady pace. The three hundred texts were collected by Li Wen and the three brothers of Li Wen took advantage of the lunch break, because Changsun Hong said that he would not receive the money today, so he would not be able to negotiate in the future.

Walking along the village road, Changsun Hong did not go home, but walked towards the direction of the huge sycamore tree at the entrance of the village.

Under the tree is a shaded open space, with wooden signs from Lijia Village. The villagers who come and go like to stay here to rest. Occasionally, there are official documents sent from the county government. The villagers gather there, and listen to the literate people pronounce it out loud. Generally, it is a decree, hang red, etc., and everyone listens blankly. Then everyone chats and says hello to each other. However, this is the busy time, and there is no one under the tree.

Changsun Hong waited here for a while, lay in the shade of a tree and slept for a while, but not long after, he was woken up by the dog.
Chapter completed!