Chapter 14 The words are so ugly that even dogs shake their heads when they see them
"Sure, Xiao Ding!" Xu Shiming came over and patted him on the shoulder.
Ding Xiaoqiu's face turned even redder when he received the praise, and he was a little excited.
"But we need to adjust it like this, a triangle, so it will be more stable."
Ding Xiaoqiu felt that he was involved in a great cause.
Qiao Youyou took the lead in applauding, and Liang Zhou also whistled.
Everyone applauded this achievement!
Someone suggested that Ding Xiaoqiu write the first character.
Ding Xiaoqiu stepped forward awkwardly, "Can I, can I really...?"
With everyone's encouragement, Ding Xiaoqiu picked up the chalk very clumsily, but he could not use any strength at all when he used the gesture of holding a brush.
The chalk leaves only shallow scratches on the blackboard.
Everyone then taught him how to hold the chalk in the same way as holding a pencil, and Ding Xiaoqiu mastered it in just a short while.
Oh, this feels so silky!
Zhu Lan brought over a brush made of pig bristles and said, "Try this."
He was so surprised to see the white marks on the blackboard fall off with a brush that he couldn't close his mouth.
When writing on a blackboard, you can not only revise it, but also erase it after you are done.
A blackboard can be reused forever as long as the surface coating is maintained regularly.
What on earth were these fellow students thinking?
Ding Xiaoqiu was full of admiration. He calmed himself down and wrote a few more words.
Once you have mastered the pen-holding technique, your handwriting will become neat and full of charm!
Xu Shiming picked up the textbook on Ding Xiaoqiu's desk. The handwriting on it was smooth and lively, and the words revealed a fresh and natural beauty. He exclaimed:
"Wow, isn't this calligraphy much better than the one my dad has hanging in his office?"
His father in modern times is the mayor, and all the paintings hanging in his office are original works of famous artists!
Zhu Lan was thinking, if you want to pass the ancient exams, good handwriting is essential.
Not only do you have to write correctly, you also have to write quickly.
"How about we ask Senior Brother Ding to teach us calligraphy in the future?"
In the original book, after Ding Xiaoqiu became the Prime Minister Ding Wujiu, his calligraphy was so beautiful that even the emperor praised it.
I found a calligraphy teacher for free, so I must make the most of it!
As soon as Zhu Lan's proposal was put forward, it was immediately passed unanimously.
Ding Xiaoqiu originally thought they were joking -
These junior and senior students in Class T are all very talented, how is it possible that they don’t even have the basic skills like writing?
But as soon as they put pen to paper, Ding Xiaoqiu fell silent.
This...any dog passing by might shake its head when seeing this.
Junior Sister Qiao, you can’t just poke around on paper when you write!
Junior Brother Liang, I asked you to write, not to scribble!
Junior Sister Zhu... Well, although the handwriting is barely recognizable, it is no different from the others.
Silence is the Jiangzhou Bridge tonight.
Well, what did Confucius say?
When a saint opens a window for you, he will definitely close a door.
It does make sense.
However, it also allowed Ding Xiaoqiu to regain a little confidence in front of this group of monsters.
Ding Xiaoqiu agreed with everyone that after the classes at the academy were finished every day and after dinner, they would gather in the Ding class's classroom.
There was a one-hour lecture first, then Ding Xiaoqiu led everyone to practice calligraphy, and then they returned to the study to rest.
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Zhu Qingyan and Xue Mei returned to the study. Zhao Wenyuan's bed was empty and Jiang Xueer was not there.
Xue Mei sighed: "I didn't expect Wen Yuan to steal Zhu Lan's manuscript. Sigh, she was too careless. How could she be discovered by Aunt Zhu by such a coincidence!"
Zhu Qingyan raised the corners of his lips slightly:
"She is the daughter of the Zhao family and has a noble status. Even if she is expelled from school, it is nothing more than the conditions of the family who came to propose marriage are slightly worse, and they can't do anything to her."
Xue Mei nodded and said yes, then mentioned the incident of Zhao Wenyuan's handkerchief appearing in the yard, and there seemed some tentativeness in her words.
Zhu Qingyan smiled and tilted his head and asked her:
"If she didn't fall by herself, did you put it there?"
Xue Mei quickly waved her hands and asked how could it be her!
Then she lowered her voice and said, "What do you think? Could it be..." She glanced at Jiang Xueer's bed.
"How would I know that?" Zhu Qingyan said with a smile, and went to do his own thing.
The more Xue Mei thought about it, the more she felt that it must have been Jiang Xueer who did it.
Haha, he usually pretends to be cool and noble, but I didn’t expect that he could be so vicious!
It was just a few ridicules of being a concubine, but it actually caused Zhao Wenyuan to be expelled from school.
True intention!!
At this time, the voice of Xu Shejian was heard in Qingya Garden, reminding each study to clean the wastebaskets.
Students in the academy often review their lessons in the study, and there are a lot of waste paper and manuscripts, so wastebaskets are indispensable. They must be cleaned regularly every few days, put into a wooden barrel and taken out for collective incineration.
Xue Mei took the initiative and said, "I'll go." Then she picked up the trash can and went out.
Qiao Youyou just happened to come out to empty the trash can. The two glanced at each other with contempt on their faces.
Qiao Youyou deliberately rushed to the wooden barrel for collecting waste paper first. Xue Mei had to suppress her anger and lined up behind her to wait for her to finish emptying the paper.
After Qiao Youyou threw away the waste paper, she left with the empty trash can. Xue Mei glared at her from behind and prepared to throw away her own trash can.
Her gaze inadvertently swept into the barrel, and her eyes suddenly brightened.
Zhu Qingyan was reading in the study. When he saw Xue Mei coming back from emptying the wastebasket and excitedly putting a few pieces of waste paper on her desk, he couldn't help but frown and asked her what they were.
Xue Mei looked mysterious and asked her to open it and take a look.
Zhu Qingyan unfolded the paper ball and was stunned. The handwriting on it was so crooked and it was simply horrible!
It's to the extent that even dogs would shake their heads when they see it.
Xue Mei finally couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Hahahahahaha, this is from Zhu Lan and her room. I have never seen such ugly words in my life, hahaha!"
The paper ball contained handwriting from four people. Although it was impossible to tell which one was Zhu Lan's, her handwriting was definitely there.
Zhu Qingyan frowned and laughed: "Is this really written by hand?"
“It’s hard to say, but what I write with my feet is better looking than this, hahahaha!”
After they had laughed enough, Zhu Qingyan wiped away his tears. Suddenly, a brilliant plan came to his mind, and he asked Xue Mei:
"Is the academy's quarterly poetry competition about to start?"
Xue Mei thought for a moment and said, "Well, it should be a few days later."
"Okay, then let the whole academy come and appreciate the excellent work of Class T."
Public execution, just thinking about it makes me feel good!
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Ever since Mr. Xie was upset last time and cried to Ouyang Ye, he refused to come to Longchang Academy for classes again.
Ouyang Ye had no choice but to let the teacher of Class C take turns teaching Class D.
Although the teachers in Class C did not refuse, they did not take it too seriously. After all, the grades of the students in Class D had nothing to do with their performance.
Naturally, they still prefer to focus all their energy on their students.
Zhu Lan and the others were not stupid. After a few classes, they all clearly felt that the teaching was perfunctory.
"What should we do? The new teacher has not arrived yet, and Teacher Xie has gone back home to farm. There is no one to answer our questions or resolve our doubts." A classmate complained.
Although they have strong self-study abilities and there is a lecture system, there is so much to learn. If someone could answer a problem directly when they encounter it, wouldn't it be much faster than flipping through a book?
"It would be great if we could invite Master Xie back. I think this old man is quite interesting."
"Forget it. I think his level is just so-so. Last time, Lanlan asked him several questions and he couldn't answer them!"
Zhu Lan held up his chin and said, "Actually, my question was too tricky. Master Xie just wanted us to pass the exam, so he taught us how to write the answers. So from this perspective, he was not wrong."
Liang Zhou said: "I have heard some gossip that Master Xie passed the examination for Tongsheng at the age of fourteen and was quite famous in Jiangzhou City.
But later he failed the imperial examinations again and again. He took the exams for decades but never became a scholar. He also spent all his family property. That’s when he came to Longchang Academy to teach and make a living.”
"Ah? He's not even a scholar, how can he teach at Longchang Academy? Isn't it said that the threshold here is very high? Could he have used the back door?"
Zhu Lan shook his head: "He doesn't have the status of a scholar, but he can come here to be a teacher, which means he must have something in his stomach.
The next class exam is getting closer, and I heard that the academy will have a poetry competition in the next few days, so someone needs to check our learning results.
Tomorrow is a holiday, I suggest that we all go visit Master Xie together, this will show more sincerity. "
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