Old Qin rolled his eyes and scanned the faces of Erniu and Sanniu. Aunt Feng quietly squeezed their hands. The two children understood and smiled sweetly, "Uncle, Grandpa."
He had already withdrawn his gaze when he heard someone calling him Grandpa and then looked at the two of them. Erniu, who had originally called him Uncle, hesitated for a moment and then tentatively called out, "Grandpa."
Old Qin's face trembled, but before he could speak, Sanniu, who had previously called him grandpa, changed her tone and said, "Uncle."
"Shout again!" he said with a gloomy face.
Sanniu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Jian Ning, who used her lips to tell her, "Call me grandpa!"
"Grandpa." Sanniu called again.
"One hundred taels." Old Qin blurted out.
"You damn old man, you're crazy about being a grandpa!" Aunt Feng glared at Old Qin with a smile, then turned around and told Jian Ning and Ding Youtian, "It's done, one hundred taels. These two kids are so good at saying 'grandpa', twenty-five taels. That's fifty taels less, only one hundred taels."
Ding Youtian immediately thanked them on behalf of the entire family, and Jian Ning also sincerely wished them well: "You will definitely have many children and grandchildren."
Upon hearing this, Old Qin dropped the scissors in his hand and sighed.
Aunt Feng's smile disappeared from her face.
"What's going on?" Jane Ning asked.
Old Qin nodded his chin at Aunt Feng, indicating that she should speak.
"Alas!" Aunt Feng also sighed. She glanced at Ding Youtian, then at Erniu, Sanniu and the others, and shook her head. "You two already have four children, but my son still has no children. He's been married for seven years, but he refuses to take a concubine. I don't know what's wrong with my wife either. She's been to many famous doctors, and they all say there's nothing wrong with her body. So why can't she get pregnant? It's really worrying!"
Old Qin looked at Jian Ning with a burning gaze, "Can you cure it?"
When he asked this, Jian Ning knew he had heard of her. Infertility was something that both men and women had to check for, and in ancient times, people would never accept infertility. She was afraid that if she said that Qin Yifan also needed to be checked to determine whether it was curable, Old Qin would probably kick her and her family out.
After considering it for a while, Jian Ning said, "I need to meet your son and daughter-in-law first to confirm whether it can be cured. The only thing I can guarantee is that if there is a slight chance, I will do my best to let you two hold your first grandson."
"Okay!" Old Qin said, "I'll find someone to write the letter right away... Isn't there someone ready?" He looked at Ding Youtian and gestured for him to go upstairs. "Come, nephew, follow me upstairs. I have pens, ink, paper, and inkstone in my son's room. Please write a letter for me and ask them to come back as soon as possible."
"You are so polite, old man. I should be of service."
Ding Youtian asked him to go first, then picked up his long gown and followed him upstairs.
"No, just write a few words." After Ding Youtian ground the ink and picked up the brush, Old Qin ordered in a firm and decisive tone: "Mother is critically ill, return home quickly!"
"Sure?"
"Write!"
Ding Youtian picked up the pen and wrote a few times. When he finished, he took away the paperweight, blew away the ink, and handed it to him respectfully.
He looked at it from left to right, his brows almost twisted into a knot: "Is this what you wrote, a word or just a scribble?"
"I have written this as you instructed. Brother Yifan will understand once he reads it. If he doesn't reply to this letter, I will pay you double the price of the house."
"You finished writing it so quickly." Seeing that the two of them had finished in no time, Jian Ning walked up to them and asked.
"Can you read?" Old Qin seemed to not believe Ding Youtian.
Jian Ning nodded: "I don't know many."
"Read it." He tossed the letter to Jian Ning. Jian Ning opened it and saw that it was written in cursive script. It just so happened that Grandma Wu liked to write in cursive script. She didn't expect that Ding Youtian's cursive script was somewhat similar to Grandma Wu's. She blurted out: "Mother is critically ill, come back quickly!"
"What?" Aunt Feng slapped her thigh. "You old fool, why didn't you tell me that my father was critically ill?"
"Can he believe it?"
"You said I can believe it, but you can't?
Old Qin snorted arrogantly, snatched the letter from Jian Ning's hand, put it in his sleeve, said "wait", put his hands behind his back, and went out.
"You damn old man! Let's see who can survive!"
Jane Ning was impressed by this old man. And Ding Youtian, too. One dared to speak, the other actually dared to write. She gouged her eyes at Ding Youtian and raised her fist, implying: If he ever dared to curse her like that, she'd beat him to a pulp.
Ding Youtian looked innocent. The old man insisted on writing it that way. He was just a ghostwriter. How could he do anything about it?
"Senior brother, it turns out that my sister-in-law is so amazing. Not only is she a female doctor, but she can also read and write, and can recognize cursive script. My father may not even recognize a few of them. She is really amazing." Mingyue was puzzled. How could a country woman be so amazing?
In the entire "Huating Academy", only the two senior brothers Ding and Qin like cursive script. What she doesn't know is that Qin Yifan's cursive script was taught by Ding Youtian, and Ding Youtian learned it from Blind Liu since he was a child.
Ding Youtian only discovered after becoming Liu Xiazi's apprentice that he had long intended to take him on as a disciple. He had previously held back because he felt his character wasn't ready. Although he hadn't accepted him as a disciple, he had actually been teaching him. His excellent calligraphy was entirely due to Liu Xiazi's strict standards and meticulous training.
As for his wife, she already knew a few characters, and as Mingyue had imagined, he often taught her. Whenever he sat at his desk practicing calligraphy, his wife would sit beside him, doing needlework. He had initially been forced to practice cursive writing by Blind Liu. Blind Liu had even tricked him into thinking that learning cursive writing was a skill worth having. If he ever ran out of food, he could pass himself off as a talisman painter and pretend to be a quack. Making a little money was better than starving to death.
Later, he gradually became fond of cursive writing and often showed his masterpieces to his wife. He taught her to read his own words and told her what they meant, regardless of whether she could understand them or not.
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