diskusbooks Chapter 1573 Sending Letters
Chapter 1573 Sending Letters
Chapter 1573 Sending a Letter
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
Yun Gu stopped and turned around to ask in confusion.
Fu Ze hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "That...about us...I think we are not young anymore, and..."
"I don't have time to think about that right now."
Yun Gu walked in without looking back.
Her iconic silver hair looked even more divine and beautiful in the moonlight, emitting a faint glow.
Fu Ze was helpless in the end and could only shake his head and leave.
Home.
In the study room.
At this time, Xiong Kaixin opened the glowing stone unique to this world.
The whole study is as bright as day, and it is natural light, completely different from the light outside.
On the desk.
Xiong Kaixin had already picked up the paper and pen.
This paper is a bit like ancient Xuan paper, but the material is completely different. It is tougher and more suitable for preservation.
But Yang Feng had not noticed this before, and this is the first time he has seen it.
The special thing about this pen is that it is a piece of wood that wraps around a black ink stick like a pencil.
"Could this be a graphite bar?"
Yang Feng said to himself.
He knew that in ancient times, in addition to brushes, people also used graphite sticks as writing tools.
Graphite bars are mainly made of graphite.
The finished product has a soft and slippery texture and can leave marks on the surface of objects.
This is actually similar to a modern pencil, but it still has certain disadvantages because things written with graphite sticks cannot be preserved for a long time.
Aunt Yun happened to walk in at this moment.
She seemed to have heard what Yang Feng said, and she explained, "This is not a graphite bar, but a special ore that we have here. By grinding it into powder and adding some other materials, the pen made from it can preserve the writings for more than two thousand years."
"so long?!"
"We have our own collection here, which contains texts left by our ancestors two thousand years ago, and many of the historical records were recorded with this kind of pen."
Aunt Yun gave Yang Feng some scientific knowledge.
Even in an agricultural civilization, because of special resources and spiritual power, the paths that can be taken are not exactly the same.
There is no standard answer to the development of the world.
Yang Feng thought for a moment and said, "Can I try to write this?"
"Father! Then you should also write a letter to Sister Zhuwei later!"
Xiong Kaixin asked excitedly at this time.
When Yang Feng heard this, he said helplessly, "Forget it. I can see her every day. We have only been apart for two days. What can I write about?"
As he spoke, he picked up the paper and pen beside him and wrote a few words on it.
In his spare time, Yang Feng would occasionally read about calligraphy, especially since identifying ancient calligraphy requires a lot of knowledge.
Coupled with Yang Feng's current comprehension, his handwriting naturally has some of the style of ancient masters.
But what he wrote was still the outer text, which seemed to have a special artistic conception.
"By the way, why don't you try writing our Chu characters?"
Yun Gu suddenly had an idea.
Yang Feng had learned Chu characters here before, so he is naturally proficient in it now.
“Maybe not as good as my native language, I just tried it.”
Yang Feng agreed.
Yun Gu smiled and said, "Sure, just use this piece of paper."
She prepared a new piece of paper for Yang Feng, which was half a meter long.
Yang Feng raised his hand and without thinking much, he just wrote some words on it casually.
After a moment, a long and elegant poem came out.
'Life in this world is like a traveler on a long journey.'
Somehow this line of poetry just popped up in Yang Feng's mind.
Yun Gu and Xiong Kaixin looked at the paper.
Although the expression seemed a bit obscure in Chu language, the two of them seemed to understand it immediately.
"Father! Your handwriting is even better than Grandpa Liu's here!"
Xiong Kaixin's surprised expression.
Yang Feng was puzzled and looked at Yun Gu beside him.
Aunt Yun smiled and said, "Grandpa Liu is a great calligrapher here. He likes to study these things on weekdays. Many people here have similar hobbies, just like those people who were singing last time."
"I see."
Yang Feng understood.
Actually, this is not surprising.
Although the outside world was in turmoil, many top calligraphers emerged in peacetime.
Because of antiques, Yang Feng specially studied the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing and others, and naturally he kept them in mind.
Although his current calligraphy is far inferior to those two, his attainments are naturally better than those enthusiasts in Chu Village.
Xiong Kaixin's eyes showed surprise, and he said, "Father, will you teach me how to write in the future?"
"Well, when there's a chance, father will teach you some calligraphy outside."
Yang Feng smiled, patted her head, and said, "But now you still have to write a letter to your sister Zhuwei first."
"Oh yeah! Write letters, write letters!"
Xiong Kaixin was so happy that he almost forgot about this important event.
She quickly found another piece of letter paper, then sat down at the table and began to write seriously.
This pen-holding posture is somewhat similar to those outside.
Yang Feng was watching from the side and saw Xiong Kaixin start writing a letter to Zhao Zhuwei.
"Sister Zhuwei, I am writing you a letter now. My father said he would send it to me, so you will see it soon. I miss you so much in the village..."
This little girl wrote the letter herself, but her performance was a little off-key.
But for Yang Feng, he was still a little surprised.
I have to say is.
Xiong Kaixin is indeed extraordinarily smart.
For a normal child, it would be difficult to write this number of words in a diary.
However, Xiong Kaixin was already able to express a letter clearly.
Considering her previous extraordinary talent for languages, this was not so surprising.
As the letter was written in a very eloquent manner.
Xiong Kaixin seemed to be a little reluctant to say more, and hurriedly asked, "Father, should I say more to Sister Zhuwei?"
"No, if you talk too much you'll cause trouble for the village."
Yang Feng reminded.
He remembered what Sima Shan had said to him before.
Even Sima Shan has noticed this.
It's just that they can't come in here.
But don't reveal too much in the letter.
Xiong Kaixin could only fold the letter and put it in an envelope, saying, "Then when will you go out to deliver the letter to me, father? I want Sister Zhuwei to see this letter as soon as possible!"
"How about now? If I go out now, it should be daybreak outside."
Yang Feng roughly calculated the time.
The time outside will be about ten hours faster.
It should be exactly seven o'clock in the morning outside.
Xiong Kaixin heard this and immediately said expectantly: "Then I'll take you there!"
"No, Xiaoxin, you have to stay at home and sleep obediently."
Yang Feng looked at the sky and it was too late.