When she returned home, Su Qingluan went to the main room first, and sure enough, she found her younger brother and sister lying on a long wooden table.
The younger sister's expression was relatively relaxed, but the younger brother's expression could be described as "ferocious".
Su Qingluan asked Su Guangfu to make this long table a few days ago, mainly for the two little ones to practice calligraphy when they have nothing to do.
Although it is just a simple wooden board without any carved patterns, it is definitely enough for two children to learn calligraphy.
When the two children first saw so many stationery items they had never seen before, they were so excited that they stayed up all day. They were even reluctant to leave and kept playing with the brushes, rulers, and pens before going to bed.
So when Su Qingluan came back the next day, she began to teach the two children how to use various stationery. The two little ones were very happy to learn, and they looked like they were ready to start painting at the next moment.
However, calligraphy is something that is very boring when you first start learning it.
Three days had passed since Su Qingluan taught them how to hold a pen, and the two children had only repeatedly practiced the "horizontal" and "vertical" strokes.
Su Xueyan is relatively calmer, so she has adapted well so far. But Su Xuanhe, that mischievous monkey...
Seeing the various little movements he made while writing, as if his body was twisted into a knot, I knew he must be impatient.
Seeing Su Qingluan come in, Su Xueyan was the first to throw away her brush and took the page she was writing on to show Su Qingluan: "Look, sister! Is my writing today neater than yesterday?"
In fact, not really. Although children aged three or four can remember the order of strokes, it takes time for them to master the strength of their wrists to write on paper.
But it can be seen that the little girl has worked hard enough.
Su Qingluan touched the cocklebur flower headdress that the little girl had put on her this morning and handed her the fish basket. "Xueyan has worked so hard, I'll make you something delicious today!"
"Sister makes delicious food every day!" The little girl was very sweet-mouthed, but she still curiously poked her head out to see what the delicious food was today.
Unexpectedly, the big black fish was quiet for a while, but when it saw the little girl coming over, it jumped up and almost bit the little girl's nose. Su Xueyan was so scared that she fell on her butt.
Children have soft bones, so they didn't feel much pain after falling. The little girl's attention was completely attracted by the black fish. She ignored the pain, brushed off the dust on her body, and shouted, "Sister, why did you bring back such a big ugly fish!"
Su Qingluan laughed heartily and shook the fish basket: "This big black fish is delicious, and it doesn't have any bones."
"Then I'll eat an extra bowl!" He turned around and stuck out his tongue at Su Xuanhe, "Brother, your writing is not good, so eat one less bowl!"
"I... I've finished writing too!" Su Xuanhe picked up the piece of paper in his hand and showed it to Su Qingluan, unwilling to be outdone.
Ever since that night when Su Qingluan rubbed the belly of this naughty brother and had a heart-to-heart talk with him, the naughty brother finally let down his guard against him as his elder sister.
The specific manifestation is that although he is still as stubborn as before, he is much less likely to be dissatisfied and resentful and to talk back to whatever Su Qingluan says.
For example, now, although he doesn't like writing, he will still honestly complete the "homework" assigned by Su Qingluan - of course, the quality of completion is questionable.
Su Qingluan looked at Su Xuanhe's calligraphy carefully and found that he was indeed better than his third sister in pen control - after all, he was a few years older and had more strength in his hands, so this was natural.
However, because he couldn't concentrate, Su Xuanhe's strokes were always sloppy when finishing. Even the end of the "vertical" was too hasty, and the originally round and heavy ending became a rough "little broom". It was obvious that some naughty monkey was impatient to finish the stroke and just did it casually.
Su Qingluan looked at her brother who was staring at his feet, and asked her to wash the ink off her hands and send her away. When there was no one else around, she asked:
"Don't you want to learn to write?"
"Tired..." The little guy's voice was full of reluctance.
"Then don't write anymore?"
The little guy shook his head desperately.
"Since you're tired, why don't you just stop writing?"
Su Xuanhe thought for a moment and whispered, "I know, Sister is doing this for my own good, but I still don't like writing."
What does it mean to be so moved and speechless? This is it!
Su Qingluan was a little amused, then thought for a moment and looked at her brother: "But I don't want to go out and set up a stall, and my parents didn't want to work hard on the farm either - but there are many things that you have to do even if you don't want to."
“Is writing something you have to do even though you don’t want to?”
"For you, yes - this is your 'job' now." Su Qingluan touched her brother's head.
This time, the little guy who was always angry did not avoid her hand.
After a long silence, Su Xuanhe said with some embarrassment, "Then... I'll hold on a little longer."
Su Qingluan looked at her brother's wrinkled smiling face and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Then you have to hold on a little longer."
After reminding her brother to wash his hands, Su Qingluan turned and went to the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen, Su Qingluan saw her mother and sister squatting in the corner, whispering to each other.
Su Qingluan leaned over to take a look and was delighted: the onion and carrot kitchen waste that she had casually buried here a few days ago had actually grown tender green sprouts!
"These onions and carrots are so hardy!" Yang exclaimed, "They don't even need special watering or fertilizing."
Although these two ingredients have other specific names in this era, influenced by Su Qingluan, the whole family followed her usual name.
Su Qingluan nodded. "Mother, these two vegetables are not only easy to grow, but also very durable in storage—of course, this is what the foreign merchant who bought the vegetables told me—so I thought if we can successfully grow these two this time, we can plant more."
Yang nodded.
At this time, a "ding-dong" sound came from the roof.
Su Qingluan laughed and said, "Dad went to climb the roof again?"
Yang sighed, "He thought the masons and carpenters he hired before were not good at their jobs, so he insisted on building the house bit by bit himself."
This story started a few days ago when Su Qingluan received dividends from "Hongfulou".
Su Qingluan suddenly got dozens of taels of silver. She kept 15 taels to buy various expensive seasonings and ingredients, and spent 10 taels to buy a new set of clothes for her parents. The rest was given to Su Guangfu, asking him to renovate the entire house.
Originally, Su Qingluan's idea was to save trouble by spending money and directly hire a few people to repair and replace the damaged roof, window panes, and furniture, and also purchase any furniture that was missing.
However, Su Guangfu, as an ancient technical master who was proficient in both carpentry and masonry, was not confident in the people he hired and felt that the quality of their work was not up to standard.
So the labor costs were saved. Su Guangfu had to rely on himself. After coming back from the stall every day, he had to climb up and down, dinging and clanging, repairing here and there.
He himself was quite enjoying it.
So Yang and Su Qingluan, who were originally worried that he would be tired, simply let him go.
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