"I copied three books...right?" Oops, he forgot where he copied from!
Qin Yao frowned immediately, "It's been a week, and you've only copied three books?"
Among those nine books, the shortest one had more than a thousand words, and the longest one had less than 40,000 words. Even if he copied for eight hours a day and copied a thousand words an hour, he shouldn't be able to finish copying only three books.
"Let me see it." Qin Yao said coldly.
Liu Ji thought to himself that something bad was going to happen, but he didn't dare to disobey. After all, his life was at stake. He quickly ran to his bedroom and took out the three copied books.
Fortunately, there was a copy of the Book of Songs with more than 32,000 words.
The remaining two books are "The Great Learning" with more than 1,700 words and "The Doctrine of the Mean" with more than 3,500 words.
Add to that Mr. Ding's original study notes, and it can't be considered as being lazy.
Because there were no pens as fine as ballpoint pens, the smallest brush Liu Ji used could only write very large characters, so each of the three books he copied was an enlarged version.
The paper page specifications are the size of A3 paper. It is a very strange sight to hold a book in your hand that can completely block a person.
But I have to say that the large version looks much more comfortable than the small version. The large characters are less tiring to read, there are more blank spaces for excerpts, and it is also convenient for taking notes.
Just a bit of waste paper.
Qin Yao flipped through the book. The handwriting wasn't very beautiful, but it was getting more and more neat. It seemed that copying books was helpful for practicing calligraphy.
He returned the book to the anxious Liu Ji and barely passed.
He raised his chin to signal him to continue copying.
Qin Yao got up and went back to her room, lit the oil lamp that she had been reluctant to light in the past, and stayed up late at her desk to draw drawings.
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