There is a lot of space and a lot of places to use.
In addition to the daily living bedroom, the ear room, the back cover room, the east and west wings on both sides, there are also flower halls, piano rooms, inner study rooms, partial compartments and other houses, each with its own function.
The church is in the court to learn painting, and Fang Jinshu plans to be in the inner study.
As soon as you step inside, you will be greeted by two walls of books that stretch from the left side to the back of the bookcase.
These books are Fang Jinshu's dowry, and they are also the most valuable wealth that the Quan family will leave to their children and grandchildren in the future.
The bookcase is made of paulownia wood, which is wide and flat, and the lacquer water is soft.
On the right is a window that opens to let in the light from the outside.
The whole inner study room is spacious and bright, without any superfluous things.
Even the Bogu frame did not have one.
In the words of Fang Jinshu, "This is the inner study, there is no need to receive guests, we are used to it."
"A lot of furnishings are not practical for her.
On the bookcase, rice paper has been laid out, and next to it are paints and pen and ink for painting.
Before Quan Yiting arrived, Fang Jinshu's hands were itchy for a while, and he hooked a plum blossom on the paper with a pen.
In her previous life, she was very good at painting plums, and at this time, the plum blossoms were lifelike and appeared on the paper.
"The child greets his mother."
The crisp child's voice of Quan Yiting sounded in his ears.
Fang Jinshu picked up the pen and smiled: "Come here." ” Quan Yiting walked up to her, and Fang Jinshu asked, "Have you slept well at noon?"
” "If you go back to your mother, the child will sleep well."
Quan Yiting replied, stretched out his little head to look at the paper on the bookcase, a smile flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Mother likes plum blossoms?"
” "I like all kinds of flowers, but the plum blossoms should be painted better."
Fang Jinshu habitually covered up and asked: "If Dudu wants to learn painting, then you have to start from the most basic." ” She removed the piece of rice paper with plum blossoms on it, replaced it with a new one, and said, "You can write a few words for me first." ” Calligraphy and painting are interconnected, and she has to read Quan Yiting's words first to know his general level and facilitate guidance.
Quan Yiting obediently responded, climbed into the chair in front of the bookcase, and took the test to try his hand.
"Wait a minute."
Fang Jin said.
Quan Yiting looked at her puzzled, and her little face was cute.
"I'll ask someone to move you a small pestle, you sit in a bad posture like this, which affects your writing."
Fang Jinshu said with a smile.
Her set of tables and chairs was for adults, and Quan Yiting sat on them, trying to stretch her body so that she could barely touch the table.
"Thank you, Mother."
Quan Yiting put down his pen and smiled sweetly.
It's just that this suitable small pestle is not easy to find, Fang Zhi went out for a while, and then came in with two or three small pestles of different heights with Chunyu.
Fang Jinshu asked them to put the small pestle on the original chair, and Quan Yiting sat on it and tried it, and finally chose one.
"Chunyu, you go and talk to Mama Hua and ask her to find a set of desk chairs that fit together."
Fang Jinshu commanded.
Since she wants to be this stepmother, she has to make herself qualified.
Quan Yiting is such a good child, she does not allow him to be wronged because of her own reasons.
Kwon Yiting's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak.
He sat upright, his small body straight, concentrating on the pen, and writing a passage in the thousand-character text on the paper: "Brother Kong Huai, the same breath is connected."
Make friends and vote for points, cut and sharpen the rules.
Kindness and compassion make times of separation.
Righteousness and honesty retreat, and the ...... of bandits are lost" At his age, there are not many people who can finish writing a thousand words, let alone writing.
But he picked up the pen and wrote, without the slightest hesitation, obviously, he was already familiar with it.
What Quan Yi Ting came to was a post written by Quan Moxian to him.
His font is in the same vein as Quan Moxian, which is a clean and tidy pavilion style, neatly presented on white paper.
Because of his young age, his wrist strength was insufficient, and he lacked strength and pen strokes.
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However, in the movement of the pen, he has already emerged and has his own characteristics.
"Dudu is a good word."
Fang Jinshu praised.
"Really?"
Quan Yiting smiled sweetly, his eyes shining.
"Nature is true."
Fang Jinshu said, spreading out the rice paper on the other side of the bookcase, and said, "Since this is the case, we can start with the lines." ” She first demonstrated on the paper, saying: "The shade of brush and ink, the intention, and the method are different in a painting, how to use it, and how to pay attention to the urgency and error. ” "After practicing the brush and ink lines, you can master the local flower and plant painting, and then you can start to learn composition and layout."
Fang Jinshu was afraid that he would be anxious, so he said eloquently: "When painting, ink is the main thing, and color will be supplemented."
The paints you see won't be used for a while. ” Quan Yiting listened attentively, following Fang Jinshu's strokes, his little face was full of seriousness, without the slightest hint of impatience.
Fang Jinshu put away the pen, put the demonstration map in front of him, and said, "You practice like this for half an hour first, and I'll check it later." ” Kwon Yiting responded.
Seeing that he was concentrating on practicing, Fang Jinshu left lightly.
"Grandma, the determination of the little young master is really rare."
Fang Zhi sighed.
"Who's to say it's not?"
In the past and present lives combined, Fang Jinshu himself doesn't remember how many children he has seen.
Whether it is their own, or those raised by the Lady of the Command, or those who are distant relatives and close neighbors.
No matter how well-behaved a child is, it is still a child, and there will always be times when he is naughty.
However, Kwon Yiting is completely different.
Even if he became precocious and sensible because of his rough background, he was too well-behaved.
Fang Jinshu recalled carefully, in her memory, she had never seen Quan Yiting do an unpleasant thing and miss a word.
She has only been married for a few days, perhaps because she has had little contact.
But even those subordinates of the powerful family who made mistakes did not have half a bad word from the little young master in their mouths.
Quan Yiting, if you ignore his height and age, his behavior is clearly an adult.
No, he's more mature than some adults.
Fang Jinshu shook his head and suppressed these thoughts for the time being.
Because, no matter how you look at it, Quan Yiting is just a cute and smart little boy.
It is not a sin to be clever and clever.
When she arrived in the kitchen, a cook who was guarding the steamer greeted her and said, "Grandma."
"It's not going to be a busy meal, just this chef and two rough women who help the kitchen are there.
"What are you steaming now?"
Fang Jinshu asked.
"Back to the grandmother, the maid is steaming lotus cake."
Lotus cake is a lotus-shaped pastry that is not made with lotus flowers as the main ingredient.
It is made with rice noodles mixed with ground bean paste filling in the middle to present a lotus shape, and it is a common pastry in the homes of large families in Beijing.
"You're busy with yourself, don't worry about me."
Fang Jinshu asked, "Where are the materials in the kitchen, I'll take a look." ”