"Sit down and drink a glass of water first!" Seeing Xia Guoxiang looking so tired, Zhang Junping couldn't bear to say anything else.

He picked up the thermos and gave him a glass of water.

"I just told Juanzi that after this period of inspection, I am still very satisfied with you two.

Therefore, on the morning of the sixth day of the lunar month, I asked my parents to write a letter for apprenticeship and bring Shu Xiu over to apprentice.

I'll be waiting for you at Dashilan Siheyuan!"

"Master, why are you practicing Jueshu?"

"I just finished criticizing Juanzi, but I didn't expect you to be worse than Juanzi! Ask Juanzi yourself later," Zhang Junping scolded with a smile.

Now that I have officially accepted a disciple, I have to change my title and call her Juanzi to be more approachable.

"Xiangzi, your master and I only graduated from junior high school, so I don't pay much attention to academic qualifications.

However, we can have no academic qualifications, but we cannot have no culture.

Make time to read more books in the future." Zhang Junping said to Xia Guoxiang in a gentle tone.

"I understand, Master!"

"Have you done all the homework I gave you?"

"I did it! I did it every day!"

"Well! After Juanzi finishes writing, you can also write a word and I will take a look!" Zhang Junping nodded and ordered.

"Okay, Master!"

"Master, I've finished writing!" At this time, Li Wenjuan had finished writing a word and started to hand in her homework.

"Okay! Xiangzi, it's your turn!" Zhang Junping took the rice paper, put it aside, and said to Xia Guoxiang.

When Xia Guoxiang picked up the brush and started writing, Zhang Junping picked up the words Li Wenjuan had just written and read them carefully.

After reading it, he put it aside without commenting. He was waiting for Xia Guoxiang.

After Xia Guoxiang finished writing, Zhang Junping read it and commented together, "Both of you have a common writing brush. The writing looks very neat, horizontally and vertically. You can also notice the strokes and pauses."

However, first, the writing is too rigid, which means that although you know how to write in your mind, your muscles have not yet remembered how to write.

This requires writing more and practicing more, so that your muscles can remember how to write, and rigid problems will naturally be resolved.

I call this muscle memory."

"Master, do muscles still have memory?"

"Yes! In fact, this can also be called habit becoming natural. Think about it for yourself, do some of the actions you often do do not need to be thought about at all? When it is time to do it, you will do it naturally.

This is muscle memory!" Zhang Junping explained muscle memory.

Then he continued: "There is still a very serious problem with your handwriting, that is, the words float on the paper and have no power!

When we evaluate other people's writing skills, we often use a word that can penetrate the back of the paper.

You are just the opposite, your words float on the paper."

"Master, but I feel that I have exerted myself very hard!" Li Wenjuan said aggrievedly.

"You feel that you have exerted force, and there is no contradiction between the force used and whether it is used in words.

In the future, I will give you another assignment!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"What homework?" Li Wenjuan asked curiously.

"Wait a minute, master will help you make a small tool for exercising your wrist strength!" After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he got up and went out.

There is a pile of firewood piled under the window of Tian Shumei's house.

Because coal is in short supply, many families use firewood to cook in pots, and coal is used for heating.

"Sister Tian, ​​I'll get two pieces of firewood!" Zhang Junping shouted toward Tian Shumei's house.

Tian Shumei opened the door and came out, smiling at Zhang Junping and said: "Two sticks are enough for what, get more! It's really strange. Are you planning to light a fire for cooking or a stove for heating?"

Zhang Junping never lit a fire to cook or light the stove to keep warm in winter. Everyone in the courtyard knew this.

At first, they treated it as a rare thing and discussed it, but as time went by, they stopped taking it seriously.

It was only said that Zhang Junping was young and had strong firepower, so there was no need to light a fire to keep warm.

"I'm not making a fire, I'm just making a tool for my apprentice to exercise his wrist strength." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

I picked two suitable firewood sticks, took out a sharp dagger, and cut them quickly. After a while, the firewood sticks turned into two round wooden sticks.

Zhang Junping took it in his hand and felt it, and it was almost ready.

Then he returned to the house with the log stick.

Tian Shumei was curious about what tools Zhang Junping mentioned for exercising wrist strength, so she followed him into Zhang Junping's house.

"Xiangzi, go out and find two bricks." Zhang Junping ordered Xia Guoxiang after entering the house.

While Xia Guoxiang went out to find bricks, Zhang Junping took out two nails and hammered them into the middle of the round wooden stick, and then took out two hemp ropes and tied them on top.

After it was done, Xia Guoxiang came back with two bricks.

Zhang Junping tied the brick to the other side of the hemp rope.

Then while giving a demonstration, he explained: "In the future, when you stand in the horse stance, do this action while standing in the horse stance.

Raise your hands flat at shoulder level, then use the strength of your wrists to turn the stick, slowly roll up the rope, and then slowly let it go."

After Zhang Junping demonstrated it once, he said to the two people: "Come and try it!"

Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang each held a wooden stick and began to try.

Zhang Junping gave some instructions on the essentials of the action.

"Master, my wrists are so sore!" After finishing it once, Li Wenjuan waved her hands and said.

"It's right if it's sour! If it's not sour, it means it has no effect. Use one brick at the beginning, and when one brick is no longer sore on your wrist, add another brick.

When you add ten bricks and they are no longer sore, your wrist strength will be considered developed, and your writing will naturally reach the effect of being able to penetrate the back of the paper." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Pingzi, is this so difficult for you? I think it's quite simple, isn't it just turning a stick?" Tian Shumei interrupted and said with a smile.

"Sister Tian, ​​you will know after you try it!" Zhang Junping motioned to Li Wenjuan to hand the stick to Tian Shumei.

After all, Tian Shumei is a married woman. After her husband passed away, she had to take care of the children, do housework, and go to work, so she did a lot of physical work.

In terms of hand strength, he is indeed much stronger than Li Wenjuan, and is not even worse than Xia Guoxiang.

The first lap was very easy, the second lap was a little tiring, and the third lap I couldn't hold on anymore, my wrists were so sore and numb that I couldn't bear it.

"Haha! How about this gadget? Isn't it easy?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

He also took the opportunity to teach his apprentices, “Many things may seem simple, but it is not easy to persevere.

Remember: if you persist in doing simple things well, you are not simple; if you persist in doing ordinary things well, you are extraordinary."

"I understand, Master!" Li Wenjuan and Xia Guoxiang nodded solemnly.

"Pingzi, look at that...that..." Tian Shumei said hesitantly.

"What's wrong? Sister Tian, ​​is there anything else you and I are embarrassed to say?"

"I was thinking, do you think I can get Huaizhi to become your disciple?" This was Tian Shumei's sudden idea when she saw Zhang Junping's discipleship.

"Haha! Sister Tian, ​​why did you think of asking Huaizhi to become my teacher?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Pingzi, I know you are a capable person. I am a womanizer and I don't know how to teach children. If they can become your teacher, they will definitely be successful in the future." Tian Shumei said with a smile.

In fact, what Tian Shumei is thinking is that you are so capable. If Huai Zhi becomes your master, how can you, the master, ignore his future work?

"Sister Tian, ​​I accept apprentices, not the kind of apprentices in a factory.

Therefore, my master is not a master, but my father's father, not the master named Fu.

Do you know the difference?

Once you become my master, you are not allowed to interfere even if I run away or get injured.

You think about it, and if you agree, then find someone to write down the apprenticeship invitation and prepare it for practice.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, I accepted disciples in Dashilan Siheyuan." Zhang Junping said seriously.

"Pingzi, don't scare me. You know Huaizhi is my lifeblood. If something happens to them, sister..." Tian Shumei was really frightened by Zhang Junping's words.

"I know, that's why I remind you that I accept apprentices according to the old etiquette. It is the tradition of craftsmen in the past.

You can ask around. In the past, when a child learned a craft from a teacher and handed the child over to another person, it was equivalent to handing the child's life into the other person's hands.

No matter how the master teaches, whether it is beating, scolding, or punishing, you as parents cannot interfere.

Moreover, being an apprentice is almost like a son. I raised their young ones and taught them their skills, and in the future they will raise my old ones. The visit of three festivals and two birthdays is just the most basic rules and etiquette." Zhang Junping said sternly.

"This..." Tian Shumei hesitated a little.

"Sister Tian, ​​you can go back and think about it slowly, or you can ask the old man about the rules and ways of becoming a disciple.

Wait until you think about it," Zhang Junping said with a smile.
To be continued...