It was a moment when I couldn't make a decision. The voice of "Master" Lu's mother, Wen Wan was like the sound of nature. Buddha, have you appeared?

"Hmph!" Old man Fang hummed with disdain, his palm knife turned into an eagle claw, picked up a teacup and poured it. It was a good trick.

Lu appeared in front of me and the old man Fang. It seemed that Lu had already expected that the old man Fang had a narrow mind and petty belly. With a long skirt, he sat next to the old man Fang: "The master is too. Jun'er is so seriously injured. It's been better these days. If you do it again, you might as well leave me first and wear white silk to avoid seeing the father and son trashing each other."

I felt cold sweat falling from my forehead, and I used my mom's killer move too much

"Hmph! Madam, you are still protecting this unfilial son today!" Old Man Fang's saliva was like a sharp arrow, and I could only bite the bullet and welcome the violent storm.

"Yesterday, I asked Jun'er to go. Should I blame this? Should I blame me? And, yesterday, our Jun'er was very popular and did nothing out of the ordinary." Lu said softly, as if he was chatting with his wife. I could clearly see that Old Man Fang's anger fell sharply, and his aura was instantly destroyed into a shaky Mars.

"Oh, Madam, it's not that I don't feel sorry for me, but when will this evil son understand something? If he fails to succeed in literature, he will do whatever he wants and do, and he will do whatever he wants to do all day long. When will the Fang family lose all his face?" Old man Fang seemed to have grown much older, a little sad, as if he saw his former father scolding him.

"Father, I deserve to die!" I lowered my head and replied loudly. That boy should have deserved to die, such a good mother, and a father who strictly requires himself to be a good person, but he still has to do it.

"Okay, okay, master, Jun'er, you have accepted it wrong. Jun'er, pour tea for your father." Lu's eyes looked at me as loving as before, which made me feel distressed. He really wanted to tell her that her son was not good. I am Fang Yiai and Fang Jun. As for the bully urban management and bandit police who asked him to reincarnate the harmonious society, the bully urban management and the bandit police.

I respectfully poured a cup of tea for my father and filled it with Lu. Old Man Fang looked at me, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. When I raised my eyes, I saw him look away and snorted coldly. Such a big man, and the childish temper seemed to be that old man Fang Yiai, a prodigal son, must have been extremely angry that day.

"Go down, copy the Thousand Characters text a hundred times. If you can't finish it, you are not allowed to go out. If you dare to step out of the mansion, you will see that I will not discount your legs!" As soon as the old man said this, I saw Lu secretly breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed that the old man had passed the stance. As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard the old man's voice faintly coming from behind: "By the way, ma'am, you said what the evil son had made yesterday" I also wanted to ask.

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The world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is full of sun and moon. The sun and moon are full of the year. Zhang Han is coming and going to the autumn harvest and winter. The leap year is the rule of the year. The clouds are rising, and the rain and dew are turning into frost, gold is growing, and the jade is coming out of Kungang... Sweats like rain, and hands are shaking like chicken feet: "How many times have you been green butterfly?"

"Twice" the green butterfly standing beside me was shaking, covering her mouth and yawning secretly, showing signs of dozing.

"Two times?" You, a banban, have only written twice from morning until now at noon? One hundred times, do I have to wait until next year to walk out of the house? No, I am not free, I would rather die. I slapped my best wolf hair on the pen holder: "Green Butterfly!"

"I'm here!" The little girl jumped up in shock, and the sleepy bug flew to Java.

"Catch a goose for my young master."

"I'm oh, Master?" Green Butterfly's eyes began to turn starry lights again, Damn!

"Green Butterfly, the young master won't burn it now. If you want the house to catch a goose and take it to the house, I will be of great use." I explained very kindly.

"But the young master" Green Butterfly wanted to speak but stopped, with a lot of concerns: "You can't make roast goose in the study, otherwise you will be beaten to death by the master."

"Ah?" The little girl thought I was doing? Would I use this room full of books as firewood? It is very likely that the old man in the room would lock me in the room and let me and goose die for the book.

"Forget it, you can pull a few goose feathers for me. Remember, if you want a big one, there are no goose feathers, just chicken feathers. If you don't have chicken feathers, just duck feathers. Remember, if you want a long one on your tail or wings." I glared and stretched out my arms, and didn't go? I'm going to be angry.

"I obey the order." The little girl looked at me with a tragic expression on the court and covered her face and burst into tears. Is this necessary?

"Scissors" I took a chicken feather, aimed at it with a very strong aura, and reached out to the green butterfly.

"For you, Master." Green Butterfly slapped her curious big eyes, hoping that I could turn the feathers into something strange.

Crack, cut the hair out of shape, soften the hair tube, dip it ink, and pull out the used waste paper. It's good. Although it's not smooth, at least my writing speed is improved from the brush: N minutes/word to the chicken pen: N seconds/word. Hahahaha, the first chicken pen in the world was born in my hands.

"Wow, you can actually write words with chicken feathers." In the eyes of Green Butterfly, I have been upgraded to a fairy-level figure, hehe

"Green Butterfly!"

"Here!" The answer was good, and the small body also stood up, looking at me with big glittering eyes.

"Remember, in the great China, in the 14th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, a reborn great man, Fang Yiai, went through the vast world, overcome all difficulties, and invented the first chicken pen despite the hardships. From now on, um, joking, don't look at me with that look, be careful that I will beat you!"

"Yes" Green Butterfly pouted her mouth aggrievedly. She continued to grind the ink, while I continued to grab the chicken pen and fight the tribute paper in a arduous struggle.

When it was getting dark and white, and when it was getting white and about to turn black, I threw the 39th chicken pen into the trash can with two dark circles. I was the one who was the first to be a banban. The great Thousand Character Text Project was finally completed. I was so excited. I pulled up the little hand of the green butterfly who was dozing off beside me and roared excitedly, as if I saw a Chinese men's football shot into his own goal.

Green Butterfly's face was so red that she could almost steam eggs: "Young Master Jun, you've hurt me."

"Oh excited, not intentional." Alas, the resentment of eating green butterfly and tender little hand tofu was actually seen through by this little girl. I am too evil, no, I am not an evil uncle, I have to write it a hundred times. I just copied the thousand-word text a hundred times, and now my hand is a little cramped and I am a little allergic to chicken feathers.

When I was talking late, I heard a dry cough outside the study room, and the old man in the house rushed to me. I bowed my head and leaned against my ears, as gentle as a sheep: "I've seen my father."

"Yes," the old man ignored me, walked to the table with a few big steps, picked up my calligraphy, and checked the papers.

"The year is over and over again, and the law is adjusted to the sun. The clouds rise and the rain lead to rain, and the dew turns into frost. Gold produces Lishui, and jade comes out of Kungang... Huh? What is this?" The old man pointed at the end and asked me.

Damn, I'm used to it, and I've used punctuation marks. "The period is dull, I don't know how to break the sentence, so I have to use commas and periods to separate them." I quickly and respectfully explained the use of these symbols. No matter how dandy we are, at least we are a teacher before we travel through time. If we can't explain such a small thing, we might as well just take a piece of tofu and kill ourselves.

"Oh" The old man looked at me with his eyes slanted for a long time before he looked back, staring at my hard pen and calligraphy for a long time, not knowing what he muttered.

"It's rare that my son is attentive. This symbol is of some use to make a sentence." The old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, just like the stars in the sky were twinkling. The old man seemed to have also realized the use of these inconspicuous small symbols.

"Thank you for your praise," wiped the sweat from your forehead. The old man was shocking, and he was glad that he didn't beat me up.

"My son has been so um, my words are too ugly and have no strength. Look at the words and look at the word "正" you wrote, it is like a chicken padding." The old man, who is deeply rooted in the essence of running regular script, commented very appropriately. I did use chicken feathers to padding. I was an idol, and my eyes were filled with stars when I looked at the old man.

Mr. Fang seemed not used to my admiring gaze, so he simply turned around: "But he has done his best and still knows how to use the comma to make a sentence. It is worthy of his efforts to be a father." The old man seemed to be wiping his tears on my back.

"Father" My eyes were also a little hot. After the age of sixteen, no one cares whether my handwriting was well written. If I did something wrong, no one chased me behind me with a big hand. Today, I suddenly returned to the past.

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Chapter completed!