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After closing his eyes and thinking about the experience on the paper in the Analects of Confucius that he read for a while, Luo Xin was sure that the Lu family master must have an extraordinary identity. He could not be a commoner to understand the Analects of Confucius at this level.

He put down the Analects of Confucius, put on his shoes, pushed the door and walked out, and saw the elder brother swinging an axe to chop the material.

"Brother, I'll do it!"

"Bang!" Luo Qing slashed with an axe and said, "No, I'll finish this little bit of firewood soon."

Luo Xin stopped talking and stood beside him and squinted his eyes and looked at the dusk sky. After standing for a while, he felt a little cold on his body. He stood in the middle of the yard and started practicing Tai Chi.

"Brother, what kind of fist is this?" I don't know when Luo Qing had finished chopping Chai, staring at Luo Xin curiously.

"Tai Chi!"

"Tai Chi! I heard that it is Taoist kung fu, but it looks very good, but I don't know if I can penetrate it."

Luo Xin smiled and continued to practice Tai Chi. The sound of footsteps came from outside the door. He saw his father pushing open the door and walking in, carrying a bag on his shoulder.

"Dad!" Luo Qing went up to meet him, and Luo Xin also stopped and walked towards his father.

"Xin'er, come into the house and see what dad bought for you?"

Looking at the bag on Luo Ping's shoulder, Luo Xinxin realized something, so he hurriedly followed his father into the house.

"His father is back!" Luo also put down the needle and thread in his hand and got off the kang.

Luo Ping carefully placed the bag on the table and gently unbuttoned it. Luo Xin's eyes lit up. Inside the bag was a brush, an inkstone, a piece of ink, and a knife of paper.

"I finally saw these things!" Luo Xin felt excited.

"His father, how much copper coins did this cost?"

"Five Hundred Texts!" Luo Ping smiled silly, but his eyes were shining brightly at Luo Xin: "Xin'er will definitely make a big fortune."

After saying that, he even looked at the painting on the wall. There was no doubt that my father thought that Luo Xin could draw such a painting, which was spiritual and wise, and would definitely shine his ancestors in the future.

Luo Xin felt a little sad. He didn't expect that his father, who had always been frugal, would spend 500 yuan to buy four treasures for him in the study, especially in a knife of paper. Today's Daming, paper is not cheap and is a luxury. The 500 yuan study, plus the 500 yuan scoop, one tael of silver will be spent. This is only a year's expense. What about next year? Luo Xin sighed in his heart, gently stretched out his hand to caress the paper on the table, and a warm current surged in his heart.

"My Daming Road begins from now on!"

"The New Year will be in a few days." Luo Ping sat on the stool and said, "Tomorrow I will take Xiner to become a disciple, so that after the New Year, Xiner can go to school to study."

"Thank you dad!" Luo Xin said softly.

"Xiner study is a time-consuming task. You can't just study for one year. This time it was because Xiner happened to earn a bank. How could such a coincidence happen again in the future? Today I have gone to the county town's banking business. After the fifteenth, I will go to the banking business. I can earn a lot of money in a year. This way, Shu Xiu of Xiner's banking business was solved, Qing'er."

"father!"

"I'll leave the three acres of land at home to you. You have to take care of the land."

Luo Qing thrust his chest and said, "Dad, I'm already grown up and will definitely take care of the fields."

"Xiangling, when I'm not at home, I'll leave my home to you."

Luo nodded and said, "Dad, don't worry, I will manage my family well. But you must pay attention to safety when you are outside."

"I know!"

Luo Xin felt a little distressed in his heart. For the sake of studying alone, the whole family was serving him. This emotional debt made him feel a little breathless.

"father……"

"Xin'er, don't be burdened. As long as you pass the scholar like your uncle, your family will be exempt from taxes and labor. If you feel that you owe your family, study hard and strive to get back from the scholarship for ten years."

"Ten years? Where can I wait for that long!" Luo Xin said in his heart, taking a light breath and said, "Yes!"

the next day.

Luo Ping took Luo Xin to visit Lin Chang, a private school scholar in the village. After Lin Chang took Shu Xiu, he told Luo Ping to start classes on the 16th day of the first lunar month. He did not ask much. He was an old man from Shanglin Village. He knew very well every household. Naturally, he knew that Luo Xin had never studied, so he did not have Kaoru Xin.

Luo Xin followed his father home, and his father began to make a bookcase for Luo Xin. Luo Qing was playing a big knife in the yard, and Luo Xin took out the copybook given to him by Butler Lu in the room to prepare for copying. He was not trying to practice calligraphy, his calligraphy had reached the level of great success, and there was no need to practice it again, unless he wanted to create a new font.

There is no need, Luo Xin did not want to become a great calligrapher. He just needed a process to let people around him know that he was practicing calligraphy, and no one would be surprised by that time.

Looking at the knife paper, Luo Xin hesitated for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up, he put down his brush and ran to the yard to see that his father was about to finish a bookcase. He ran to him:

"Dad, make a tablet, just like a panel, just as big as it is." Luo Xin gestured as he said as he gestured as he was.

"do what?"

"Practice calligraphy!"

"Practice calligraphy?"

"Well, use a brush to dip it in water to write on the wooden board, so that you can save paper."

Luo Ping stretched out his hand and touched Luo Xin's head and said, "Xin'er is smart! Dad will do it for you right away."

In less than a quarter of an hour, Luo Ping made a wooden board, and Luo Xin ran to the house with the wooden board, put his eyes on the table, then took a bowl and scooped a bowl of water from the water tank next to the wooden board, dipped the brush in water, and started writing on the wooden board. After writing a word, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was difficult to write the words well, and it was not easy to write badly!

Luo Xin wanted to make his characters better, so the characters he wrote at the beginning were not only not good, but also bad. However, he was used to writing beautifully and was indeed not easy for him to write bad characters.

After practicing for more than two quarters of a minute, Luo Xin nodded with satisfaction at the words on the wooden board. The words were much ugly. The door was pushed open, and his father walked in, carrying a bookcase in his hand. He opened the bookcase, took out a palm-sized gourd from it, and placed it on the table and said:

"Xin'er, this little gourd is used to hold water. Hurry up and put the four treasures of the study into the book box to see if it is suitable. If there is any inappropriate place, please change it to you."

Looking at Dad's expectant eyes, Luo Xin put down his brush and put the items into the bookcase, then raised his smiling face:

"Thank you dad!"

"It's good! It's good!" Luo Ping stood aside and rubbed his big hands excitedly.

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