Chapter 1683

Shen He nodded, looked at the menu nailed on the wall, and picked out several other recipes and wrote them again.

The first line is traditional Chinese characters, and the second line is simplified Chinese characters.

The people around immediately called out: "little girl, you lack arms and legs in the second line, which is not good!" Shen He immediately bowed his hand and said, "this uncle knows what to do. I don't mean to write wrong words, but my second brother has limited knowledge. I can't remember so many typefaces. I just improved them to make it easier for people who haven't read a book to read. If you want to read

a book, you should write in the original font! I'm just helpless. Please learn from me! "

After listening to Shen He's words, the uncle nodded and said, "little girl is quite sensible. It's hard to write out one's own character at a young age. I don't know if the little girl is... "

The uncle wanted to ask which young lady Shen he belonged to, but when he saw his shabby clothes, he couldn't tell.

Shen He immediately understood the meaning of the other side, and said with embarrassment, "my father was a scholar. He died a few years ago. My words were taught by my father."

I have to give all the reasons to my cheap Dad!

The people around showed a sudden look.

Even so, he is already a prodigy.

It's a pity it's a girl, otherwise

What a pity!

Shen He didn't think it was a pity at the moment. When she was three years old, she was forced to practice calligraphy by mommy. She found so many copybooks for herself.

If not the previous life copy so many works, I'm afraid this life can only do a blind!

Sure enough, no talent is redundant.

The shopkeeper lost his bet, but he was also a bachelor. He ordered fifty Wen and handed it to Shen He. Shen He waved and said, "it's just a small thing, it's not worth being serious. This uncle is right. Learning is to be down-to-earth. This kind of opportunistic behavior can be used occasionally. What is really used is the knowledge taught by teachers

That group of people saw Shen He was young, and their words were like adults. They suddenly looked at each other with great admiration.

After getting familiar with everyone, Shen He finally asked his own question: "uncle, do you think I can read this word?"

"It's very rare to be able to have character at a young age." The uncle who just criticized Shen He immediately said, "compared with the teachers in the college in our town, it's not too much."

Shen He smiled and asked his second question: "if I want to find a job of copying books, can I do it?"

People around me were shocked. I saw a girl copy books for the first time.

But she did write it well.

At this time, a person in the crowd said, "I know that the old lady of last week '. Little girl, this word is pretty good, but you can try it. "

Shen He immediately bowed to the man and saluted: "thank you for your help."

Seeing that Shen He was so polite, the man immediately said, "well, you used to go to the foreign house of the Zhou staff and said that I was the one who introduced the past."

At this time, the shopkeeper opened his mouth: "little girl, thank you so much, Mr. Feng ER! He is the gentleman in our town's Academy. "

Shen He was so happy that he bowed again: "thank you very much, master."

Got the news, Shen He turned around and went to Zhou's house to offer himself.

At the beginning, Zhou Ren was not allowed to go in until he reported the name of Mr. Feng ER.

Zhou Yuanwai's old mother believed in Buddhism and always wanted to find someone to copy Buddhist scriptures.

But this kind of inner family affair, the scholar children are embarrassed to accept, worry about being said to have insulted the gentle to earn the woman's money.

Don't worry about the influence of identity. The writing is poor.

So I haven't found the right person.

Shen He also knew that it's better to write one hand directly than to say more nonsense. So when the old lady came, Shen He wrote a diamond sutra directly.

Thanks again to the mother of devil flower, who forced himself to copy the Sutra when practicing, so Shen he recited and wrote a sutra, which was also easy to pick up.

When the old lady saw Shen He's finished, she was overjoyed: "ah, the little girl's handwriting is really good! This hand of Zanhua Xiaokai is no more tolerable than that of a scholar. "

Shen He has already shed tears in his heart: Yes, I have practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years!

Old lady Zhou looked at Shen He's clothes, and she understood more or less.

This is a miserable child!

A child who can practice a good hand in writing must not be born too low. It's sad that he is now in such a low position.

Mrs. Zhou immediately asked Shen He to prepare a new suit and said, "I recognize this word. I have the Vajra Sutra and Prajna paramita Sutra here. When can you finish it?"

Shen he weighed it and said, "if I only write here, I will take about ten days to get rid of the time for going back and forth. If I bring back my hu, it will only take six days. "

Old lady Zhou hesitated for a moment and said, "then your family..."

"If I go back to the old lady, I've already set up my own household. It's nothing to do with my family." Shen He smiles sweetly.

Old lady Zhou felt even worse.

How can I force a child to become an independent woman?

"Well, take it back and copy it." "The sooner the better," said Mrs. Zhou, "but there must be no mistake!"

Shen he nods hard.

"I will pay you five Liang silver as a deposit first. What do you think of paying you five Liang silver after copying and writing? " Asked Mrs. Zhou.

Shen He immediately stood up and saluted old lady Zhou: "thank you very much, old lady!"

When he left Zhou's house, Shen He had changed his clothes and carried two bags.

One is a bundle of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, half new clothes, and the other is a bundle of food given by the old lady.

Shen He was very happy when he went back.

This is the first barrel of gold she has made in the world.

She believed that she could make more money with her hands.

Shen He once again appreciated that his mother forced him to learn so many talents in his last life, which was finally used in his whole life.

When he went back, Shen He told Uncle Wang what happened today. He almost couldn't stand to bluff him.

"What? Can you write? Why haven't you heard of it before? " Asked Uncle Wang.

Shen He replied, "I didn't go out before. I used to write with sticks at home. When I was three years old, my father had taught me to recite the three character scriptures, which I could not only recite but also write. "

Uncle Wang felt that he was hallucinating. He never thought that he saved a child prodigy!