Copying is a big project. There are not many people who can read and write in the army, and even fewer can write. The Manchu army did not catch many strong men.
Men like Yu Zhi and Wen Jiuxiao were also arrested, so Wen Jiuxiao was fine with that, and he had to arrange more things to do so that he wouldn't wander around her.
Ke Yu Zhi...Why did you arrange for her? It's nothing more than making hemostasis powder, and with this copying work, why does she feel like she's looking for trouble for herself?
I don’t want to work overtime, I really don’t want to work overtime! Why not?
Yu Zhisheng has nothing to love, and after a while, thinking of the people in the northwest, he silently picked up his pen again.
After writing for a while, she disliked it. The writing brush was too slow, so she had to find a way. Yu Zhi thought of the quill pen, the goose feather... where to pluck the goose feather? Forget it, let her find a small wooden stick and sharpen it to make do with it.
Very well, she is still used to the posture of holding the pen in her previous life, dipping in the ink to write, the thickness is even, and it is much faster.
The story is not long, and Yu Zhi copied a small stack in an hour. She stopped to look at her results, feeling proud. At that time, who was not a good copywriter, she had done the thing of copying texts with two pens tied together. If she had carbon paper, she could copy more.
During the period, Wen Jiuxiao, Yu Guangxian, and even the Fifth Prince all came to visit.
Wen Jiuxiao saw that she was holding a small wooden stick in a strange posture and writing vigorously. Although the words she wrote were not aesthetically pleasing, they were also very neat.
The corner of his mouth twitched. This woman is really good at being lazy. It's fine for her to write like this, but she can't be allowed to teach the brat badly.
The Fifth Prince and Yu Guangxian were greatly surprised, this method is simply too good! The strong men they selected who could write could hold knives and guns, but a small pen stumped them. To be able to write is to be able to write, but the written characters are so huge that you can't write a few words on a piece of paper. Or if you accidentally drip ink on it, a good piece of paper will be useless.
After writing for a long time, none of them worked, and I complained that the brushes were soft and hard to use.
Since you dislike soft brushes, then find them a hard one. Isn’t Yu Zhi’s pen sharpened with a small wooden stick just right? The two hurriedly copied it away.
Yu Zhi copied it patiently for two days, and she got a thick stack. She felt very accomplished. I was about to hand in my homework, but after a second thought, I put it down again.
No, she has to look at other people's copy first. Although she thinks that she copied it quite well, with clear, horizontal and vertical handwriting, she also knows that her writing like this is definitely not in line with the aesthetics of the ancients. Sending it over rashly... what a shame! Take a look inside the plug while people are not paying attention?
Go and see what Wen Jiuxiao copied first, it’s the closest to him.
Seeing her, Qingfeng was pleasantly surprised, "Miss Yu, are you coming to see the third master? Oh, hey, young master, he has grown taller again."
Obviously he gave her something yesterday, but after a night of not seeing her, the little brat grew taller? Where did he see it? The kung fu of flattering horses and flattering people is simply perfect, and he really deserves to be someone who has been able to follow Mr. Wen for many years.
"Miss Yu, please persuade the third master. The injury on his arm is not healed, so he has been copying for two days. Miss Yu, please persuade the third master to rest for a while." Qingfeng asked with.
Yu Zhi looked at him expressionlessly, not wanting to. Wen Jiuxiao copied it for two days, didn't she copy it for two days too? Is he a big man not as good as her a woman?
Besides the arm injury, she remembered that he injured his left arm, so what happened to the writing arm?
Yu Zhi led the little boy into the room, Wen Jiuxiao was sitting upright in front of the desk copying, without raising his head, he just said, "Here we are."
Yu Zhi hummed, "Let's see how your copy is going."
I don't know if Yu Zhi heard it wrong, she always felt that there was a little bit of complacency in his voice. What are you proud of? Yu Zhi flipped through the homework he copied, and immediately understood what he was proud of.
This man's handwriting is too good, with iron and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, and the strokes of the pen rush towards the face with momentum. The words are like the person, and it is true.
Wen Jiuxiao's characters are just like his people, just a glance at you can give you unlimited pressure.
Yu Zhi is glad that she didn't bring her homework, otherwise she would put her handwriting in the dust for comparison...
Wen Jiuxiao concentrates on copying on the surface, but he has been paying attention to Yu Zhi from the corner of his eyes, so he naturally sees the change in her face, and feels very proud.
How about you, are you overwhelmed by your man's words? Do you admire your man?
Yu Zhi's eyes flickered for a moment, and he picked up all of Wen Jiuxiao's homework, "I'll send it there for you, brat... just look at it for a while."
Without waiting for him to speak, Yu Zhi turned and left, as if afraid that he would disagree.
Wen Jiuxiao hadn't uttered the word "Alright" before Yu Zhi had already walked about ten steps away. This woman was as impatient as ever. He lowered his head, facing the clear eyes of the little boy.
Yu Zhi went to the place where her father and colleagues work, everyone is busy, and her father has no time to talk to her. Yu Zhi watched in silence for a while, not only did not hand in Wen Jiuxiao's homework, but also took part of other people's copying.
Alas, their efficiency is too low, Yu Zhi can't stand it anymore. Forget it, she'd better do me a favor!
It took a whole day to prepare, and at night, Yu Zhi climbed up the wall of Wen Jiuxiao's courtyard and knocked on the window lattice twice.
Wen Jiuxiao opened the window and was surprised and delighted to see Yu Zhi standing outside.
A woman knocks on a man's window at night, what does it mean? Straight men know all about it.
He looked softly, looking at Yu Zhi tenderly, just about to say "You're here", when Yu Zhi handed the baby to him through the window, "You are the father of the child, you take care of the child tonight."
Wen Jiuxiao took the child subconsciously, and looked up again, and Yu Zhi had disappeared into the night.
Wen Jiuxiao was confused, what does this woman mean? Why let him take the baby? It's true that he is the father of the child, and the son should be taught by the father, but taking care of the child...he really doesn't know how to do it!
"You're pinching my tickle." The boy's voice sounded.
Wen Jiuxiao hurriedly put him down, and soon realized that something was wrong, pinching his itch, why didn't he smile? Does this dislike him for being uncomfortable in his hug?
The little cub was already walking towards his bed, took off his shoes and climbed up by himself, sleeping in it consciously, and patted the outside position with his little hand.
Wen Jiuxiao was surprised, is this letting him go?
If he is so well-behaved and sensible, maybe, probably, maybe, it is not impossible to take care of children.
Wen Jiuxiao heaved a sigh of relief, he went to bed and lay outside, and the boy really calmed down. Wen Jiuxiao is relieved, isn't it just to take care of the children? He can too.
But soon, Wen Jiuxiao knew that he was too relieved, this child is too troublesome.