Even if we don't expect them to pass the imperial examinations, we can't just turn a blind eye!

Qin Hexuan frowned when he saw the paper Ye Changrui was practicing calligraphy on, saying, "This paper is too bad."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ye blushed in embarrassment.

She bought the paper, thinking that the child was just practicing calligraphy and there was no need to buy too good paper.

So the paper I bought was of the lowest quality, and it was the leftover paper from paper cutting. The sizes and lengths were all different, and they had rough edges.

Ye Changrui didn't want to embarrass Ye Ersao, so he quickly said, "My handwriting is too bad. I just started practicing, and I'm embarrassed to use too good paper, so I asked my mother to buy some cut-off paper."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wei explained on Qin Hexuan's behalf, "For calligraphy practice, buying these scraps of paper is indeed a good choice. Different sizes are not a problem.

"The problem is that the paper is of very poor quality, and is obviously a discarded defective product.

"Look at this, the ink is bleeding badly, and you can't even tell the structure of the brush strokes after writing. It's really not helpful for practicing calligraphy."

"Ah, so that's how it is." Mrs. Ye finally understood what Qin Hexuan meant and quickly said, "Then I'll buy him better paper next time."

"You really don't need to buy something too good; something in the lower to mid-range price range will do." Mr. Wei nodded. "Changrui didn't have a good foundation back in the time outside the Great Wall. He should practice calligraphy while he's still young. Otherwise, it will be difficult to change in a few years."

"Whether you are taking the imperial examination or pursuing a career in government, calligraphy is a person's image.

"If you show your poor handwriting to others, they will look down on you and they might even laugh at you when you get home.

"With your current handwriting, even if you are lucky enough to take part in the palace examination in the future, you will be rejected before you can even present your paper to the emperor."

Ye Changrui's face turned red and he lowered his head deeply.

Fortunately, Mr. Wei didn't blindly suppress him. In the end, he gave him some encouragement, saying, "Changrui, you have great talent. I'm letting you practice calligraphy for your own good. Don't let this ruin your future. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Wei, I know, I will definitely practice calligraphy well." Ye Changrui quickly assured.

As we were talking, we heard someone knocking on the door.

Wang Guangping didn't wait for any reaction from the courtyard and walked in directly with the bacon.

"Boss, I heard you have guests coming to your house. I'm afraid you can't buy meat in the village at this time, so I brought some bacon over to add to your dishes."