Soon after returning home, it was snowing outside.

One after another, tearing cotton wool generally.

While sorting through the blank rice paper and brushes she had picked up from the scrapyard, Feng Qingxue suddenly felt that she should learn something.

At her age, it is impossible to go to school, but let her waste her time and wait for the catastrophe to end, she really can't do it, and she is not willing to live in endless housework all the time.

At present, the only thing she can learn is probably calligraphy, and she has a family history and has a certain foundation in this regard.

The heart is not as good as action, and the wind and snow immediately picked out two suitable brushes.

The brush is a good brush, made in Huzhou.

Among the four treasures of the study, there are paper, pens and inkstones, and there are also pen washes, but there is a lack of ink.

However, there is no ink, so you can use water and use wooden boards as paper.

She found a wooden board from the space, which was supposed to be a part of some piece of rosewood furniture, uncarved, polished smoothly, and coated with layer upon layer of tung oil, which was still the same as new.

So, she spends two hours every morning and evening practicing calligraphy, as well as in her spare time.

She hadn't stopped practicing before the crossing, and now it's easy to pick it up.

Father Lu heard her say that she had been practicing calligraphy, and he actually agreed.

"Life is in the world, there is no end to learning, you are still young, you really shouldn't interrupt your learning, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. It's good to practice calligraphy, it's good, maybe we can have a calligrapher in the future! ”

Feng Qingxue smiled embarrassedly, "I'm just a small insect carving skill, and I can't necessarily reach the level of a calligrapher in my life." ”

Father Lu said: "Girl, don't be presumptuous, calligraphers are also practiced day and night." ”

As he spoke, he told Feng Qingxue not to hurry away, went out by himself, came back more than half an hour, dusted off the snowflakes on his body, took out a small camphor wood box and a flat mahogany box from the military coat and handed them to Feng Qingxue.

"Uncle Lu, what did you give me?"

Feng Qingxue said as he opened the mahogany box first, but it was filled with the four treasures of the first-class study, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were complete.

Then, she opened the wooden box again, saw the contents clearly, and immediately blurted out: "Sanxitang Fati!" ”

Father Lu was stunned, "Do you recognize?" "Most people don't recognize it at first sight.

"Of course I recognize, I've heard that the king of all posts in the history of calligraphy has been admired for many years!"

"Sanxitang Fati" is very famous in the history of calligraphy, is Qianlong asked the courtiers to carefully compile and engrave, including the imperial court from the Wei and Jin dynasties to the Ming Dynasty many calligraphy master works, there are about more than 100 calligraphers more than 300 ink treasures, including Qianlong treasure Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi and Wang Xun's ink treasures.

There are a total of 32 volumes of this law, and it is said that only a few dozen copies were refined at that time, and Qianlong gave them to his favored ministers.

In the previous life, Feng Qingxue admired the original stone of "Sanxitang Fati" preserved there in Beihai Park in the capital, which was really breathtaking, and I didn't expect that the Lu family would have a collection.

"Uncle Lu......"

"What is inherited from our family's ancestors, it is useless to hide it, you take it and study it hard, don't fall into the reputation of this Fa Ti.

Feng Qingxue liked it very much, and did not excuse herself, holding the law and nodding heavily.

"Uncle Lu, don't worry, I will definitely not live up to the Sanxitang Fati! I will practice well and cherish it. "It's a priceless treasure that many calligraphy lovers can't ask for.