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    ¡°Principal Chang, I¡¯ll leave it to you to teach my Mengmeng how to write, and then teach her how to draw. I didn¡¯t expect you to be so good at drawing.¡±

    As soon as the Feng family returned from the south, they made arrangements for Mengmeng to become Chang Huaide's master. On this morning, Mrs. Feng took Mengmeng to the old principal's home, and also brought her two sets of four treasures of the study.  .

    Chang Huaide took a closer look at the two sets of Four Treasures of the Study, especially the one that cost more than 8,000 yuan. He used to be a professor in Beijing and was also a master of goods. He kept nodding and saying: "What a good thing. This set of books costs more than eight thousand yuan."  It's rare for a house to be passed down, so don't rush to use it now, wait until Mengmeng has perfected her calligraphy, and then use these good papers and good ink, so as not to waste things in vain."

    He smiled and said to Mengmeng: "Let's use this ordinary one first."

    "Okay, I will listen to the teacher." Mengmeng nodded her little head, very well-behaved.

    Mrs. Feng stood nearby and already boasted: "Principal Chang, you are different from others, you know the goods. The owner of that store also said the same. He also gave me a lot of copybooks. Please see if you can use them."  ?¡±

    Chang Huaide took the stack of copybooks, flipped through the ones on top casually, and nodded and said: "They are all very good. Mengmeng is young, so I will start practicing with strokes first, and then I will teach her to write some simple words slowly."  She is about to go to school. I will teach her later when she is literate. She will learn faster."

    Mrs. Feng said very simply: "It's all up to you. I'll teach you how to teach."

    Chang Huaide was still looking through the copybooks. Suddenly, a picture album appeared in his sight. He seemed startled. Then he opened the picture album, raised his head suddenly and said, "This painting"

    Mrs. Feng went over to take a look and recalled: "This painting book was also given as a gift. When we bought the set of Four Treasures of the Study, the boss gave us these things. I heard him say that if we sell this painting book, we must also sell it."  One or two hundred dollars.¡±

    Chang Huaide flipped through the album from beginning to end and said in amazement: "Then you have taken advantage. Qi Baishi is a winner. He is a very famous painter in Beijing. When I was still in Beijing, there were many Hong Kong people.  I like to buy his paintings. The paintings at that time were not valuable. I don¡¯t know how the market is now, but in Hong Kong, they should be relatively valuable. You have to keep this album, or it will be valuable in the future.  "

    "Really?" Mrs. Feng was a little happy, but also a little disbelieving. "I think this painting is quite ordinary. It is similar to the little book Mengmeng usually reads. Can it be valuable?"

    Chang Huaide shook his head and said with a smile: "The great road is invisible. Simplicity is the most difficult. There are many painters who cannot reach that state. Those fancy things are tacky. Simple ones like his are the best."  .¡±

    Mrs. Feng didn't understand those profound truths. She only knew that the painting was valuable. She immediately smiled and said happily: "So that's it. He gave me this picture album. It seems that I have earned it."

    Chang Huaide said very definitely: "You have made a lot of money. You should take this painting home first. You should also teach painting from the simplest level. You don't need to use it yet."

    He greeted Mengmeng and asked her to sit down, and he polished the ink first.

    Chang Huaide slowly rubbed the ink and said to Mengmeng: "Your grandma is very particular and prepares the best stationery for you. When I learned to write, I practiced on broken tiles. It's still you."  Good luck to these little babies.¡±

    Mengmeng¡¯s two little hands are together, sitting upright in front of the small desk, looking very well-behaved.

    Chang Huaide taught her: "Look, when we grind ink, we can't grind it randomly. We must make straight circles on the inkstone, don't tilt it, and don't push it hard. Give the water in the cup to  I¡¯ll pour a little, don¡¯t add too much.¡±

    Mengmeng cleverly picked up the cup and carefully poured it into the inkstone. She didn't dare to pour too much, so she only poured out a few drops and said nervously: "Grandpa Chang, is it okay?"

    "Don't be afraid, pour more." A smile appeared on Chang Huaide's face, and he pointed her out: "The thickness of this ink is also particular. It can't be too thick, and it can't be too thin. It must be just right. Okay.  ,about there."

    Mengmeng sat back on the chair. There was rice paper and an inkstone in front of her. The ink had been polished and gave off a faint fragrance.

    Chang Huaide held a brush in his hand and demonstrated to her: "Mengmeng, first hold the penholder with two fingers. Look at my posture. Yes, the index and middle fingers are on top, and use the ring finger to support it.  Try to relax your hands and don¡¯t shake them.¡±

    Seeing that Mengmeng was doing well, he said with satisfaction: "Well, it's not bad. We can't be in a hurry when learning calligraphy. The first and most important thing is to learn how to hold the pen correctly, so that we can write decent calligraphy in the future."  Son, you come first, ?"I've seen it, I've seen it," the villager nearby said loudly: "The last time I went to the provincial capital, I saw a phone booth on the street. You put money in and you can make a call. The person over there picked up the phone and  I can chat with you, it couldn¡¯t be more convenient than this.¡±

    Another villager said mysteriously: "I was following you just now, and I thought I heard something. The old village chief also planned to install a phone in the canteen. If this is really installed, our village will have a phone in the future.  The phone call came. Isn¡¯t your third boy a soldier in the army? You don¡¯t need to write letters from now on, just call him.¡±

    "Yes, why didn't I think of that? It's good to have a phone, but I don't know if it's expensive. If it's cheap, let's install one at home and make calls every day."

    There was a well-informed person in the village who quickly found out the price. Oh my God, it actually cost 8,000 yuan. This amount is too scary.

    Most of them don¡¯t have this amount of money. That is to say, a few households in the village can afford to install it, but most people are reluctant to spend this money.

    What is the concept of eight thousand yuan? He can basically be regarded as a small rich man in his village. What can he do with this money? He has to install such a phone with no food and clothing. It is idle.

    Although the villagers thought so in their hearts, it did not mean that they were not envious. On the contrary, they were very envious, especially when they saw Old Man Feng's bp machine, they were even more excited and screamed, and they immediately surrounded it.

    "Old village chief, what is this new thing of yours? Why do I hear it barking?"

    Every one of the villagers had their eyes widened, waiting to hear Old Man Feng's explanation. He was the most promising person in their village. He didn't even know how much money he made. Maybe he was another moneymaker.  The villagers certainly don¡¯t want to miss the route.

    Someone begged and said, "I'm almost dying of anxiety. Old village chief, just tell us."

    Old man Feng picked up the bp machine and looked at it. He was thinking about making a call, so he quickly said: "This is a bp machine, which is almost the same as a telephone. Someone is calling me over there. I have to call him back quickly."

    After saying these words, he hurried into the canteen, leaving the villagers who stayed behind to stare. They had not yet figured out what the bp machine was.

    From that day on, the villagers discovered that more and more people in the village were using BP machines. First, Old Man Feng and Old Man Zhang, and then the village cadres were also equipped with them, as well as Old Feng and Old Feng.  Third, in the end Shuwazi also used it, and even the old master Ling Xuzi in the True Dragon Temple actually had a bp machine.

    Now everyone in the village couldn't sit still. Why did that little machine always beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep by by those people in the village was really weird.

    On this day, they were learning aerobics in the Feng family's video room, and finally took the opportunity to ask: "Auntie, what does our uncle use the bp machine for? Why are so many people using it? What does that thing have?  What¡¯s the benefit?¡±

    As soon as Mrs. Feng changed the video tape for them, she said a few words casually: "You said bp machine, that thing has many benefits. Don't you often come to my store to make phone calls? Sometimes you need to find one  It¡¯s not easy for people, they don¡¯t know you are looking for them, that¡¯s where the BP machine comes in.¡±

    "Every BP machine has a number. If you open an account with China Telecom, others can find you by pressing this number. When you hear the BP machine ringing, you will know that you have to call them back. There will be no delay at all.  , it is also convenient to carry around. When others see that you have a bp machine, they will know that you must be a big boss, a truly rich man, so you have so much face."

    The people in the village finally understood the purpose of this BP machine. Mrs. Feng¡¯s words touched their hearts. Isn¡¯t it just for the sake of face? These days, they have been coveting those BP machines. They are so envious that they feel itchy in their hearts. They wish they could have one too.  A bp machine, easy to show off.

    Immediately, someone said anxiously: "Auntie, tell us quickly, where can I buy this bp machine? Where did you buy it? How much did it cost?"

    Old Mrs. Feng was secretly proud of herself. Where else could she buy it? It was sold from her. She had been holding back and only sold it to a few close people, just to covet these guys. Now  Well, they finally took the bait.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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