"Zhang Xun gave it to me, and I promised to give him one after I made a pen."

"Oh!" Luo Shi put the small dustpan aside and looked at Luo Xin with the same curiosity as Luo Qing.

Luo Xin imitated the tip of the goose feather in the previous life, cut a slightly concave bevel with his mother's scissors, and kept a few millimeters of the tip at the tip, carefully split it in the middle, and then a quill was made.

Luo Xin took the inkstone out of the bookcase, dripped water to polish the ink, and then dipped the ink in ink with a quill pen and wrote on a piece of paper.

"I can really write!"

Although Luo Qing was illiterate, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw that he could really write something, and Luo on the side also opened his eyes wide and looked surprised, stretched out his hand and touched Luo Qing's head, with pride on his face:

"I'm amazing!"

"Let me try!" Luo Qing stretched out his hand curiously.

"Smack!" Luo slapped Luo Qing's hand: "Rough hands, don't play badly." ”

"Oh!" Luo Qing retracted his hand weakly.

Luo Xin stuffed the quill into Luo Qing's hand and said, "It's okay, big brother, you try." ”

Luo Qing awkwardly took the quill and scratched it twice on the paper, then put the quill on the table and said:

"It's too thin, and I don't have the strength to hold a big gun and a knife."

Luo Xin looked stunned, and then couldn't help laughing, and Luo also slapped Luo Qing with tears and laughter. Luo Qing scratched his head embarrassedly and muttered in a low voice:

"That's what it was!"

"Alright, don't bother your brother!" Luo said to Luo Qing with disgust.

Luo Qing went to the yard to practice his Guan Dao again, and Luo Shi also went to busy her housework. Luo Xin picked up the second goose feather and began to make a quill pen. In no time, five quills were made. Luo Xin put four quill pens into the bookcase, leaving one quills on the table. I closed my eyes and thought about it.

There are many articles and poems in his memory, and if it is simply about the essence of the book, each dynasty has its own uniqueness. But as a traverser, he will not give up his own advantages, although he was also a senior professor of history in his previous life, but he is not arrogant enough to feel that he has surpassed the predecessors and sages of all dynasties.

Tang poems, Song poems, Yuan songs, Ming and Qing novels, this sentence is telling future generations that every dynasty has an unsurpassable side. For example, Tang poetry is at the peak of poetry, not to say that there is no poem in the later dynasties that cannot reach the realm of Tang poetry, maybe a certain person in a certain dynasty has reached the realm of Tang poetry, but the overall level of poetry in the era in which he exists cannot be compared with Tang poetry. So although Luo Xin once lived in an era of information explosion, and he was also an expert in the study of ancient texts, he also had a clear understanding that he was much worse than these ancient people, because they lived in this cultural environment, and they were nurtured all the time, which was completely different from his previous life, and it can be said that his life in his previous life was a little out of place with that era, just because of his love for history and ancient literature.

So completely with his ancient literary skills, he is very doubtful that he can compare with the scholars of this period, maybe give him a few decades, he may not be worse than any scholar of this era, but he doesn't want to waste time, in fact, his ancient literary background is not low, but in order to ensure that he can get ahead, he doesn't mind borrowing the works of the ancients and sages at a certain time, this is the welfare of crossing the public, and there is no psychological barrier to use. So he divided the ancient works into two categories. One is before the Ming Dynasty, and the other is after the Ming Dynasty.

Before this era, it was necessary to be prepared to study from time to time, to learn from the past. After this era, it is ready to borrow. Therefore, Luo Xin is going to transcribe the ones after this era first, so as not to have a long time and a vague memory.

When he opened his eyes, he began to write the articles and poems of this era and later in his memories of his previous life. With a quill pen, he writes quickly and with small handwriting. The school was closed in the afternoon, and one afternoon he had already written a thick stack of paper, until his mother called him to eat, he put down the quill pen, rubbed his sour right arm, and his eyes fell on the quill, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Looking at the degree of wear and tear of the quill, a quill is probably enough for him to use for three months.

After dinner, Luo Xinguan's mother asked for a big wooden box. When Roche heard that Luo Xin was going to use a large wooden box to store the manuscripts, he went into the house and poured out a large wooden box for him, and there was a lock on the box, and Roche solemnly handed over the lock and key to Luo Xin.

Luo Xin put the manuscript in the box and locked the box. The muscles of his right arm were still a little stiff, and Luo Xin only remembered at this time that he was only eight years old now, and his body had not yet grown. If you continue to do this, you will hurt your body. Walking outside the house, he picked up the wooden Guan Dao and practiced it, and after the thirty-six style Guan Dao practiced, he heard the applause of the eldest brother.

"Little brother, your Guan Dao has practiced too well, point me out."

"Good!"

There is nothing to reserve about his eldest brother, Luo Xin pointed out seriously, and watching his eldest brother excitedly playing with the knife there, Luo Xin fell into deep thought.

In the future, he is going to take the road of a civil official, so it is a little unsuitable to practice Guan Dao, not to mention that even this kind of long weapon, even ordinary fists and feet will be laughed at and rude by the literati, of course he does not want to be rejected by the literati group, maverick in any world will not have a good result, even if you want to change this era, you must start with integration.

However, he didn't want to be a weak scholar, and he knew that having a good body was a blessing. Thinking of this, he complained a little about why he didn't travel to the Han and Tang Dynasties, China in that era ruled the country by force, and scholars like Fang Xuanling once carried a sword and charged into battle with Li Shimin. However, since the Song Dynasty, China has been governed by literature, and scholars have become a group that is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains.

Luo Xin didn't want to be like this, but he couldn't be a maverick, so he finally chose Tai Chi. This kind of boxing is like a peer flowing water, fluttering like a fairy, and the Tai Chi ball he learned in his previous life focuses on health preservation, this kind of Taoist health boxing is very popular in the class of Daming literati, and it will not make people feel that Luo Xin is vulgar.

Thinking of it, Luo Xin's mind began to recall the Tai Chi ball he had learned, in his previous life, the Tai Chi ball he learned was the old frame all the way, a total of seventy-three styles, a trip to the old frame all the way from beginning to end, a layer of fine sweat on the body, only to feel comfortable and transparent.

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