With a stool, a brush, a bucket and other tools, Huang Yuelan went to the wall outside the brigade and started writing.
The brigade is the center of the entire village. Outside the brigade is a large open space, which is also the place where everyone usually gathers. There are usually a lot of people passing by here, so the slogans are written on the walls around the brigade.
Huang Yueqiang and his friend followed their sister's arrangement and stayed at home to look after their five nephews. However, after waiting for a long time, their sister did not come back. They knew that their sister must have taken on the task of writing the big characters.
If this happens, my sister will definitely not be able to come back for a while.
After the two men discussed it, they decided to take a few nephews with them to take a look.
Firstly, I wanted to see if I could help my sister, and secondly, I wanted to see how she wrote big characters.
They had seen people in the village writing big characters before, but the characters were unreadable, so they didn’t know what their sister’s writing would be like.
No matter how it is written, they all want to try something new and are very supportive of their sister.
Soon, Huang Yueqiang and Huang Yuehu each held a little kid in their arms, while Wang Aiguo and his two brothers followed beside them, and the group soon arrived at the area outside the brigade headquarters.
As soon as we arrived at the venue, we saw their sister, who was standing on a stool and painting words on the wall.
Just as they had guessed, their sister really took on the task that the captain had mentioned in the morning.
I heard that the work points for this task are quite high, and I suddenly felt a sense of pride.
If we do well this time, we will basically be able to take on these tasks in the future. After all, this kind of work comes up frequently. Compared with doing heavy work in the fields, it is much easier and the work points are not low.
"sister!"
"mother!"
Hearing a familiar voice, Huang Yuelan knew that her two younger brothers and sons had arrived.
The brigade’s grounds are very spacious and flat, and there are usually many children playing here.
But it was just noon and everyone had gone home for lunch, so there weren't many people around.
"You're here. Play over there first. I'll take you home when I finish writing." Huang Yuelan turned around and said.
"Sister, do you need our help?" Huang Yueqiang saw that his sister was working hard to write, moving the stool by herself and painting the wall by herself, so he thought about helping.
Huang Yuelan: "It's okay, I can do it by myself, you just take care of the child."
Huang Yuelan wanted to finish the work early as there were not many people here at noon and then take her brother and children home.
Otherwise, after everyone finishes their meal, some people will come to the team site, and then many people will stare at her while she writes. Huang Yuelan will feel uncomfortable and as if a thorn in her back is on the onions.
"Sister, you write so beautifully!" Huang Yueqiang felt good from the bottom of his heart.
Huang Yuelan knew that it was not that her writing was good, but that the previous people wrote too poorly. With this comparison, her own writing immediately seemed quite good.
But Huang Yuelan has some idea of the specific situation in her mind. Although her handwriting is not bad, it cannot be said to be very good. At most, it is neat, dignified and beautiful.
However, writing big characters now does not require advanced calligraphy skills. As long as it is dignified and beautiful, and not crooked or messy, it will be fine.
"You must also write seriously. If you write well, you will have many opportunities to excel in the future, because handwriting reflects the person. When others see your good handwriting, they will have a good impression. If you become a good calligrapher, each of your words can be worth a thousand gold coins and can sell for a lot of money." Huang Yuelan told her brother.
When Huang Yueqiang heard that a word was worth a thousand gold coins, his eyes immediately lit up.
They have lived in the countryside since they were young and have rarely seen the world. Let alone paying a thousand dollars for each word, even if it's only one dollar per word, they can write until the buyer goes bankrupt.
"Sister, is it true that someone can sell a single word for a thousand dollars?" Huang Yueqiang still couldn't believe it.
Huang Yuelan replied seriously, "Of course. Not only that, if you write well, you can earn not only one thousand yuan per word, but even tens of thousands. I will never lie to you."
Thinking back, everything my sister said to them seemed very true and was never wrong.
So they chose to firmly believe that a word could be sold for tens of thousands of dollars.
Let alone a hundred yuan now, even one yuan is a lot. It is really rare that they can unconditionally believe what Huang Yuelan said that every word is worth ten thousand yuan.
In order to avoid writing crookedly, Huang Yuelan asked several of her younger brothers to help watch from a distance. So when it was finally written, not only did each character look beautiful, but the whole thing also looked very coordinated.
After finishing writing on the surrounding walls, Huang Yuelan wrote some words on the blackboard outside the brigade headquarters.
These words are much simpler, just like the ones on a blackboard.
In her previous life, Huang Yuelan had quite a few blackboard newspapers, and writing with chalk on the blackboard was much easier than painting on the wall, so it didn't take long before she finished writing on the blackboard.
"Mission accomplished!" Huang Yuelan got down from the chair, brushed off the white ash and powder on her body, and looked around at the words she had written.
A sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.
It only took me one afternoon to finish writing all the characters and get the work points.
Huang Yuelan felt that this was much easier than working in the fields.
After finishing writing, Huang Yuelan moved the stools and other tools back to the brigade headquarters.
Huang Yueqiang and another person also helped to move.
At this time, the team leader Fan Ming just walked out of the team headquarters. He was going to come out to see how Huang Yuelan wrote.
"Are you done writing it now?" Team leader Fan Ming looked at Huang Yuelan in disbelief.
Huang Yuelan smiled and said, "I've finished writing, Captain. Can you go out and check if everything is OK?"
After the captain finished speaking, he walked out of the brigade headquarters, looked at the walls around him, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Comrade Huang Yuelan, I didn't expect you to have such skills. You write very well!" The captain praised after reading it.
This word not only exceeded the number of people last time, but also exceeded the number of people in other battalions, and was completely beyond the captain's expectations.
This time not only can I get the job done, but I can do it beautifully.
Huang Yuelan smiled and said, "It's just so-so. It's my first time writing and I don't have much experience, so I just wrote it randomly."
The captain knew that Huang Yuelan was being modest. If she could write so well even if she wrote casually, it would be even better if she wrote seriously.
No matter what, Captain Fan Ming already has his own plans in mind.
Since Huang Yuelan’s handwriting is so beautiful, if there is a similar task in the future, I will definitely look for her first.
All the previous people were unsuccessful, only Huang Yuelan was able to do it.
This handwriting is not only good in the First Production Brigade, but also in the Red Flag Commune.
Thinking about it, Huang Yuelan was a very good student in school. If her father had not passed away suddenly, she would have had no problem graduating from high school. Now she can only get married early, but it is not bad that she married an officer!
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