Cui Wei felt that he had countless things to do, but after getting up in the morning, he was still hard to press the "four bookscript sentences" for half a day before pressing himself at the table.
At the time before writing the concert, he only said that his writing is better than the original, and he doesn't feel weird. He will no longer draw the origin of the past, but by the work of the book, Remember the content.
His hard disk is the original text, the chapter, the intensive printing, reading is not enough to connect. When you copy a book, you will copy the original text. Note Single version: Write the original text when you recall the annotation in your heart, the copy is memorized, and the original content is remembered.
Back to "The Analects" "Mencius", he also draws a tree map, take the title as the main branch, and refill it in the original text and notes. On the paper, only the words of Liao Liao, in the brain Finish the full article.
However, this picture is not good to see, he immediately gave a group, so bubbled into the tea cup, and poured into the flip in the window.
The gangma came to the Barnant home, giving them a home, and quickly read a few Wen Chang Emperor, but also called Cui Yuan to the end of the carbon bowl. Cui Yuan did not give him a charcoal basin, and even the fire and sent it, and the newly sent himself to him: "How can the paper written into the earth? Write the word is dip If you are in the style, you must be grateful. If you don't want it, you will burn it, so how it is so bad ... "
Cui Wei saw the flashy pine eyes and smiled at him. "" Yuan uncle, you think the truth, I just didn't think about it. "
Cui Yuan sighed: "The young master is suspected of speaking. This is a letter to see you. The paper is told me. I didn't see you lost your paper. I didn't think of this. You remember your text behind him, be careful. "
"I know, I am just a time, I will have a lot of waste paper." He had a very good attitude, and immediately took a few written waste paper thrown into the brazier. The red charcoal fire brings on the paper, suddenly burn the paper, the blank roll, the burning paper grades fall into the white winter gray in the basin, and quickly merge into one color.
Cui Yuan took the fire and turned it, revealing a few oil brown under the white gray, told him: "If you don't have to use this basin, it will put it outside to let it burn for a while, and the chestnut is more sweet."
He is self-satisfied.
There are still many lives outside Cui Yuan, and I will leave the fire bice into the way. Cui Wei dials the fire, re-buried chestnuts back to the bottom, shouted to the gray surface, with the fire, draw two times, painted a shell-baked rock.
This is just the playing play. He has a few more and let it put down the copper. Go back and then draw the tree on the paper. After the four books will change the rhyme, and the paintings will be burn. Gray.
The fire break in the carbon basin is laid, and the chestnut buried in gray is so familiar. The chestnut housing is pre-drawn, baked to the yellow chestnut meat, blown off the gray, and it's sweet.
Soon, I will take the house to enjoy tea. Cui Wei let him go to the brazier to eat chestnuts.
It is not only eaten by himself, but also gives him a good place to stand on the table. He has already eaten a lot before, not in a hurry, first throw it on the table and dry it, the copy of the book is died, and only the chestnuts are placed, and only a few pieces, draw chestnuts. The shape of the shape of the shape, the white leaves, the shadow is slightly baked, and the chestnut is lifelike.
When I gave him the chestnut again, I saw the little picture he painted on the paper, I couldn't help but touch it, "I said:" How can you draw this? Mr. Lu When you draw a lot, Mr. Lu is also like you to draw the craftsmanship, not like real flowers. "
Because the original painting is Xiao Cui, it is not his increasing adult.
He lowered his head, and he said: "At that time, he didn't pay according to the brush drawing of Mr. Lu, that's it colored, toned, when I was afraid, I was wrong, how to paint it. This is right The chestnuts are free to draw, not restraint, painting. "
I looked at the chestnut and sighed: "This is really a day. If you don't follow Lu, you will find a famous family like Lu Tian (Shen Zhou), maybe you have already become a painter, the master is also I can know your talents and look at you. "
As long as you can't help but doubt.
Cui Wei took a long time, it has been quite clear about the person around the past, it is the close-up of the past, knowing that he is more, Cui Yuan is originally in the hospital, it is not very familiar with him.
He looked at the eyes full of trust and admire, sigh silently, gave him the ribernate, smiled and said, "I also think that I have a day, my own painting is better than the painting of Mr. Looking back, I will also draw a few portraits, maybe I can draw it very images. "
Hold him full of joy and promise him, holding a few chestnuts out to help him have to succumb.
When I arrived in the street, I was sending a good book for the buddy, and Cui Hao received a boss. It is also a boss.
I have eaten the tea of his house, and I have no mouth to praise him: "I went to the county to say that the small official of Cui's family wrote the contract. The sapon of the door did not want my benefits, the household book office If you don't say, you will cover the print! The county said that you are the emperor recognized the volunteers, you will not breach the law, those employees have paid a good fortune, catching up with the owner of Song. "
Cui Wei heard his heart and asked him: "If I want to let the servants in my home, what should I do?"
: "This is a good office, you have a good credibility of the owner, to the county households, call them to re-settter. However, after the good look, it will be in October, the river worker, the craftsman Also I want to enter the wheel value ... Not, your homeman is a civilian, the son is going to put it is a little smashing? "
Cui Wei wants to take Cui Yuan's son, but thinking that the bid of the Ming Dynasty is from 16 to 60,000, there is no answer, shook his head and said, "I just asked."
There are not many tangled in this, drinking two glasses of sesame tea, and left a few pieces of meat stuffing.
When he walked, Cui Wei estimated that Mr. Lin was scattered, so that Zhang Mom packed a few pile ink ink, a box of fried tea, and took a small bamboo basket. The Yami monkey gave to the county, gave gifts to Mr. Lin.
Cui Yuan asked outside the door, asked in an eye: "How to make a teacher in this improper and unconscious day? Why not wait August 15, school holiday, and then officially buy a six-day gift of the teacher, together with the gift gold?"
Cui Wei smiled: "The teacher is to pay a good day. Today, there is something to trouble Mr. Lin. Our bookstore is not a new book, and Mr. Lin is a living, the understanding is the first person we can find. I want to ask him to help out a book. "
The magical opportunity to think of piracy, the version of the buyers also have three or four money silver, and the transportation is also a cost. If you buy a book on the market, they have a carving version of the work, and people have to watch it, and they have enough. Please write new, the cost is not more than a thousand miles, Jianyang to buy the yang, why bother to be a pirated thing, let people come "thousands of miles"?
Cui Yuan's heart suddenly didn't count anything the first person, but if he added "finding" at this attributive, he is not just the first person, or only one person.
Cui Wei has changed his new clothes and dressed up and gave a whole, with the yard who took the house to Mr. Lin. At this time, I passed the time of my school, and only a few naughty little disciples were punished in school. Mr. Lin took a book in the hall, seeing him in the gift, got up and greeted it, asked: "You will be in place now, ready to enrollment?"
He handed a gift, Chang Yi: "My family is in the same day, and it is still a chaotic to study. I am afraid that I will wait until Mid-Autumn Festival. I have another thing in the door today. I don't have anything. The good object can take a gift, and some officials who meet the old Japanese officials will be part of the four treasures and counties, and Mr. I will give up. "
His pen ink paper is a real good thing. Although the Miwi peach is a little bit, but it has a "county to respect" words, but it also lifted some worth.
Mr. Lin is eye-catching a circle, and she is satisfied with her eyes. I am a mustache, smile: "Don't say that I have already taken you as a disciple, I have a neighbor, what is still used Ask for words. "
Cui Wei slightly, very devout said: "The disciples have always admir to Mr. Mr., I want to ask for help with the first trouble. Good name, I know that the disciples have recently handed over the city. I care. But I have been in the county in the county. The book is never opened, and I don't know what the print. The shopkeeper went to the disciple yesterday, the disciples learned the shallow, so I had to ask for me, or seek People write a long novel, or seduce some short articles into a collection ... "
He deeply made a deep and pleading: "This is the first time you do something yourself, Mr. Mr. is helping me, I am disappointed with me."
Mr. Lin showed a cautious look, helping him, wrinkled: "You are almost a few years old this year, how do you dare to take this book?"
Cui said: "The book is a dowry of the ancestors, and the disciple has come again. Is it possible to put the ancestors? Whether it will decline? As for the book, the disciple is not mad, only hope Mr. I pietly filial piety, host this. "
Mr. Lin took a shelf for a while, and finally got some heads: "I only look at it to help you on the face of the first. Those words are what is shaking people, you are going to take the way The person who is heavy in terms of books, and cannot be separated for these issues. "
Cui Wei took a head: "These are actually craftsmen, I will listen to the teachings and study at home."
He traded out this, naturally read the book at home, and his idiots have built two dry and clean dry toilets in the triple court. Although Zhang Mom is going back to Beijing, they will be in the future. Which of the servants who have a home have moved in, but also give them a child.
Zhang Mom looked at the wells at home, and the people in Bookwell were also homoked with him. They picked up their own small bags, and they didn't have the servant of him. A small car rushed back to Beijing.
Mrs. Cui Lao is looking forward to the news of the grandson, and when he returns home, he will catch her short. Zhang Mom said that he listens to these days. It is exaggerated: "Our young master is praising in the old man, but the neighbors said that he is a loyal friend, willing to follow him. He has got it again. The emperor's Saint En, even the county people also love him to love him. The master is just a timely, and the morning and evening, I think of the benefits of this son, must let him pick him back! "
The old lady sat in the bed, starting to smile, listening to God, and heard the words "Master", smiling, sighed: "I am waiting for him to change, wait until I die. I can't wait. I will wait for my grandchildren, I will come in from the door, let him lick him, I didn't dare to stop him, I will enjoy the long-son of a few days. "