jdhmnovel Chapter 925 Waste Paper
Chapter 925 Waste Paper
Er Gouzi was stunned.
He didn't expect that Shan Zi in front of him would outwit him.
If he had the guts to ask the village chief, why would he hide here and wait for them to ask? !
Shanzi saw Ergouzi's face changing, sometimes blue and sometimes white, and he felt secretly proud.
These adults are not that difficult to deal with.
Just one word from you can make people choke and unable to say anything!
"Uncle, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first. You have something to do first!"
Then, without waiting for Ergouzi's response, Shanzi took the pillars and stakes and left.
The three of them had not walked far when they heard a voice from afar, "Er Gouzi is indeed Er Gouzi, he has no courage at all!"
When Er Gouzi heard this, his face was distorted!
Even children dare to make fun of his name?
unacceptable!
He won't let this go!
The three people who returned to Shanzi's house were arranged by Shanzi. Each of them took the letter paper issued by the school and held a pen. "Shanzi, uncle only gave me one piece of paper. How can I copy it?"
"You read, I'll write!" Shanzi handed the paper to Zhuzi, "I'll write two copies first, and then the three of us will start copying together."
Zhuzi took the paper, and Zhuanzi's head came over. They both looked at it and frowned at the same time, "This word... this... that, um, and this... how do you pronounce it?"
Shan Zi lowered his head and waited for the two to read the contents of the paper, but he didn't hear what he wanted to hear for a long time. "What are you two doing?"
"Shan Zi, we don't recognize many of the words here, how do we pronounce them?" Zhu Zi said confidently.
"How is that possible?" Shanzi was unconvinced. "Give me the paper. If you don't recognize any characters, point them out to me and I'll tell you how to read them!"
As a result, Shanzi's face soon turned red, and he only recognized two or three!
"It must be that my uncle wrote it too sloppily, not like what our teachers taught us in school, writing straight and level," Shanzi thought about how he had to maintain his image in front of the pillars and stakes, "so it's normal that we can't recognize it."
"What should we do?" Zhuzi was worried. "Why don't we go find our uncle and ask him what's written on it?"
"Don't do that," Shanzi stopped him immediately, "If you ask uncle, what will he think of us?"
"They will definitely think that we have been defeated by this situation before we even set out!" Zhuanzi thought about it and expressed his opinion.
"Yes," Shanzi nodded, "They will definitely be very disappointed in us. We can't say for sure whether they will let us go to the capital at that time."
"But we don't know this now, how can we copy it?!" Zhuzi was in a dilemma. He was not allowed to ask the village chief, but he didn't know it himself. Wasn't it obvious that the operation had to be stopped?
"I'm wondering if you're stupid!" Shanzi rolled his eyes, "Can't you just copy what you read?"
"Yes!" Zhuzi nodded directly, "But will it be useful if I draw it?"
"How can it be useless?" Shanzi asked Zhuzi to think carefully. "These words were written by an adult, which means that the adult must be able to understand them. It's just that we haven't reached that level yet, so it's normal that we can't understand them, so don't worry."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhuzi felt that he was not as smart as Shanzi, so he decisively put aside his doubts and listened to Zhuzi.
"Then let's copy these unfamiliar characters several times, so that when we copy them later, we won't get stuck because of them." Shanzi said that practice makes perfect.
However, the three people who had never studied hard were just half-baked students. In addition, the handwriting of Village Chief Jia was indeed rather sloppy and lacked style, so they encountered great difficulties when copying.
I saw waste paper balls constantly appearing on the ground.
Shanzi looked up and saw it inadvertently. "I say, you two, can you save some money? If you continue like this, I won't have enough letter paper. You have to go home and get yours."
Zhuzi's face turned red, "I don't have any left at home, I used them all in the toilet!"
Shanzi turned to look at Zhuangzi, "What about you?"
"Hehehe, it's the same in my home!" Zhuanzi scratched his head and answered very straightforwardly.
Shanzi closed his eyes and said, "Then you should use it sparingly. Look how much you have wasted."
The pillars and piles nodded, but they kept complaining in their hearts.
They were wasteful, but Shanzi's waste was not necessarily much less than theirs!
Why do you speak of them in this tone?
However, looking at the thickness of the letter paper in their hands, they wondered, "Shanzi, uncle asked us to copy the big-character poster. Isn't this paper a little small?"
Shanzi looked at another piece of waste paper, crumpled it up in anger, and threw it on the ground, "I know the paper is small, but what can I do?"
After saying this, he looked at the two of them and said, "To write a big-character poster, you need to buy a large sheet of paper, but do you and I have the money?"
The pillars and stakes were silent.
"Uncle didn't give me any money!" Shanzi said again dejectedly.
"What did the teacher say? A skilled cook cannot cook without rice," Zhuzi stumbled as he recalled this sentence. "I think we are that skilled cook now."
"So we can only make do with this letter paper," Shanzi's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, "Let's just make it whatever we can!"
"Ah?" Zhuanzi heard this, "Shanzi, what did you say? Didn't we promise uncle to..."
"We have to get this done," Shanzi said to Zhuangzi, "but you and I both know that can we just do this?"
"How do you know if you don't try?" Zhuzi didn't think so. "If it doesn't work, I'll use my special trick, crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang myself. I guarantee it will work."
"Haha," Shanzi sneered, "That presupposes that you meet someone, and that person won't throw you out, giving you a chance to perform."
"Shan Zi, if we fail, won't your uncle cause trouble to us when he comes back?" Zhuan Zi was very panicked.
"The emperor is far away, he can't reach us," Shanzi said indifferently, but he didn't say what he was thinking directly, "We just need to do our best."
When Zhuzi and Zhuangzi heard Shanzi say this, they said, "Yes, we will try our best, and the rest will be up to fate."
"It depends on God's will. We have practiced our handwriting enough and can start copying now," Shanzi thought. "Write now to practice. We can delete the bad ones later."
So the three of them started to work hard.
Of course, the process inevitably involved waste paper, but they didn't care and simply tore it off, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground.
Some of them even almost finished writing, only to find that some of the words they copied didn't match, so they had to tear it up angrily and throw it on the ground, "I really regret not paying attention in class, otherwise why would it be so troublesome to copy something!"
But in the end, when they finished copying, the three of them put down their pens, gathered the copied letters together, and then Shanzi folded them and put them in a bag.
"What should I do with all the waste paper on the ground?"