Unfortunately, no matter how glorious the ancestors are, they are just one of the thousands of ordinary poor families now.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhouzi sighed in his heart with a sense of loss.

She looked at Azu curiously and asked excitedly: "Azu, can you write calligraphy?"

Azu said proudly: "Of course, I used to practice small regular script for hairpins in my boudoir. Only when I wrote my handwriting well would my grandfather give me the inkstone as a dowry."

Azu suddenly became interested, "Or what if you buy the brush back, I will teach you how to write small calligraphy for hairpins?"

Ji Zhouzi couldn't bear to wipe out Azu's pleasure and happily agreed: "Okay, I'll go buy a brush and come back."

Azu put the wooden box on the table and took Ji Zhouzi's hand out, "You must use wolf hairpins to write small regular script for flowers, Azu will accompany you to choose."

After buying the brush and rice paper, Ji Zhouzi pretended to wander on the shelf of the copybook, then took out a copybook of Yan Zhenqing and asked Azu, "Azu, I see this copybook looks good, I want to buy this one and copy it."

Azu glanced at it and said, "Your name is Yan Gong, if you like it, buy it back."

Ji Zhouzi breathed a sigh of relief. She learned calligraphy in her previous life and had always been learning Yan style. She originally thought that no one at home understood calligraphy, but she didn't expect that Azu was a hidden master. In order not to reveal the truth, she could only do everything well.

Don't delay her plan to make money.

When she returned home, Azu taught her how to grind ink, and also taught her that the process of grinding ink was a process of slowly becoming quiet. If her heart was uneasy, the words she wrote would be filled with impetuousness.

This teaching and learning took one afternoon.

Ji Zhouzi was immersed in practicing calligraphy, and even Ji Xi stood beside her and didn't notice it.

After she put down her pen, Ji Xi spoke out, "Why did you suddenly become interested in learning calligraphy?"

Ji Zhouzi was startled by him and gave him a look in anger, "Little uncle, he is scary. If you want to learn, you will learn."

Ji Xi said 'yoyo' twice, "Did you do something wrong?"

Ji Zhouzi did not lose his poverty with him, pointed to the page he wrote, and looked at Ji Xi expectantly, "Uncle, what do you think of me?"

On the paper is the small calligraphy she just learned about hairpin.

Ji Xi took a few steps back and said quickly: "The handwriting is so ugly." After that, he ran away.

Ji Zhouzi hummed, not knowing the goods, but Azu praised her, saying that she could learn this way when she was just starting out, which was great.

666 suddenly appeared and exposed her bluntly: [Host, you could write calligraphy in your previous life, and you wrote it well. What kind of beginner are you?]

Ji Zhouzi was angry and embarrassed: [Shut up.]

So 666 slipped, and before rewrote, he said something that made Ji Zhouzi angry: [You can also write a brush and write a hand that is good at making it look good.]

At night, Ji Zhouzi played with his younger brother Ji Xiuzhu for a while as usual.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Ji Zhouzi saw a book of three-character scripture placed on the bedside table. He moved his heart and hugged Xiao Zhuzi in his arms, held the three-character scripture, and coaxed him: "Little Zhuzi, can you teach you the three-character scripture?"

Ji Xiuzhu would be fine as long as his sister played with him, so he clapped his palms and nodded vigorously, "Okay."

Ji Zhouzi opened the first page and glanced at it, holding Ji Xiuzhu in one hand and holding a book in the other hand, teaching him to read: "A man is born with good nature."

Ji Xiuzhu followed her angrily: "A man is born with good nature."

Ji Zhouzi taught him another sentence: "The nature is similar, but the habits are different."

“…”

"Father and son, husband and wife are the same."

Grandma Ji suddenly interrupted: "Zhouzi, I see you teaching Xiaozhu to study, why haven't you read? Will you read the wrong one?"

After Grandma Ji reminded her, Ji Zhouzi realized the Three Character Classic that she was holding in her right hand, so she took a look at it. She had never seen it before when she was teaching Xiao Zhuzi later.

She quickly picked up the Three Character Classic and right it, and found that she had read it correctly. She replied, "Grandma, I've read it correctly, I remember it all..."

Ji Zhouzi's words came to an abrupt end. She only took a look and remembered them without missing a word?

Could it be...

Her heart beat hard, she casually turned the page on her hand, looked at the contents of the page seriously, closed the book, and recited it silently.

"hiss--"
Chapter completed!