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No matter what era it was, a child's education was always a huge expense. Even a landowning family like the Liu family couldn't guarantee that every member of the family was a wealthy local tyrant. Some of the Liu family members who had fallen from grace could only barely maintain their dignity.
For a family with an average income, the more children they had, the poorer they were.
While they appeared to be doing well on the surface, their quality of life was very worrying. How could they afford to pay for their children's education when they could barely afford to eat? Therefore, the emergence of the family school greatly eased the burden on their children's education.
The tutors and tutors were all paid for by the family. Many people only needed to send their children to the family school. There were two free meals a day, and if the children could not finish it, they could take it away. Every month, the family school would provide them with clean brushes, ink, and bamboo slips.
In ancient times, the cost of going to school was very high. The poor could not afford to go to school, and their chances of making a name for themselves were much lower than those of the gentry.
The gentry occupied most of the resources, and they were willing to invest those resources in their children. They trained them to read and write so that they would have a sense of belonging to the family. When they grew up and made a name for themselves, the resources would be invested in the education of the next generation.
The birth and continuation of a gentry family could not be separated from this virtuous cycle of growth.
Jiang Pengji held the scroll. Because of Liu Lanting's memory, reading and recognizing the words were not difficult, but writing was a problem.
"Not only are the clothes anti-human, but even the writing tools are anti-human!"
Jiang Pengji tried to hold the brush as if she was facing a formidable enemy, but the soft tip of the brush did not listen to her. What she wrote was like a weird pile of excrement. She tried a few times to no avail, so she threw the pen away and destroyed the shameful evidence.
However, it was rare to see Jiang Pengji make a fool of herself. The bullet screen was flooded with 23333 comments that almost blinded her.
Meisha Warrior Ayuan: "Good and evil will always be repaid. The heavens have their own cycle. Look up if you don't believe me. Who will the heavens forgive? # picknose1
Sorcerer Girl Afeng: "Woman, beg me. I can teach you # grimace1
Host V: "No!"
Jiang Pengji muttered to herself, "I shouldn't have agreed to go to that damned family school …"
Taxue, the maidservant, heard the commotion outside and quietly poked her head in. She asked, "Is something the matter, Second Langjun?"
"It's nothing, I accidentally dropped the pen …" Her lips were almost pressed into a straight line. She looked at the pen lying on the ground as if she was looking at her mortal enemy. Amidst the mocking comments, she sighed and squatted down to pick up the pen.
The audience who was rejected did not seem to see Jiang Pengji's rejection. They copied and pasted a large section of the basic essentials of calligraphy from somewhere.
Jiang Pengji's eyebrows were knitted into a tight knot. Her right hand mimicked Liu Lanting's grip on the brush in her memory. Then, she combined the basic essentials of the brush strokes on the bullet screen. Her hand trembled as she tried to get closer to Liu Lanting's handwriting. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Liu Lanting's memories were like supplementary materials to her. As long as she did not purposely search through them, her memories and emotions would not be affected.
However, there was a downside. Jiang Pengji's habits and actions were basically her own when she was not purposely hinting at them. Even if she purposely imitated Liu Lanting, it would still be easy for people who were close to her to see through her.
There was not much in the study, but there was an abundance of bamboo paper. She did not mind using it to practice calligraphy. Liu Lanting could only use up half a month's worth of bamboo paper. She saved up the rest and stored them in boxes.
At first, she was not used to writing with a brush. The tip of the brush was too soft, and if she was not careful, her handwriting would become very ugly.
But after a few tries, she gradually got the hang of it.
She used her ability to control her arm strength and slowly gained experience. After practicing on a few pieces of paper, her handwriting was 50% similar to Liu Lanting's. It made sense. She had practiced according to Liu Lanting's memory. Of course, it was similar.
The audience watched in disbelief as the streamer's handwriting changed from "lying down" to "standing up."
Why did she become a streamer if she was so good at learning? Some of the audience members who had learned calligraphy told them how difficult it was for them to practice calligraphy. Sometimes, their arms and wrists were so swollen that they could not move. They complained, "Streamer, you're not human!"
Although she had learned some things, her handwriting habits could not be changed in a short period of time.
Jiang Pengji looked at the sky outside and placed a pile of bamboo slips on the table. She then took out some bamboo paper and began to copy.
Meisha Zhanyuan: "Illiterate people … What are these words?"
Pijing Zhanjian: "I can vaguely recognize that the streamer is copying the Analects of Confucius. I remember that ancient books were very expensive. If the streamer's family has a collection of Analects of Confucius, they must be well-off and have a high social status …"
Jiang Pengji saw this while she was copying and suddenly replied.
Host V: "Yes, the Liu family is doing well. If I were a commoner, I would probably be in a bandit's stronghold, broadcasting how to tear people apart with my bare hands. Or I would be traversing the mountains and teaching you how to survive in the wild."
Jianluo Zhenshanhe: "I can understand that you're broadcasting how to survive in the wild, but what the hell is tearing bandits apart with your bare hands?"
Host V: "This ignorant ancient era was very chaotic. Hejian County is considered orderly, but there are still many bandits nearby who specialize in robbing passing merchants for a living. A lone woman is simply a fat piece of meat for them.
So, if the bandits came to her, Jiang Pengji would not let them go, because they would not let her go.
Just like what happened in the bandit's stronghold, those bandits would not let go of so many delicate noble ladies. In their eyes, they were just tools to vent their lust. They were not human beings. What was the use of talking about morality and righteousness with them? What was the use of begging?
The only thing that could be of use was one's own brain and hands.
Host V: "You can either be humiliated by dozens of men in the bandit's stronghold and become their tool to vent their lust. If you're lucky, you can get pregnant. Maybe you can live for a few more days and give birth to a child who will become a bandit in the future … Or, you can only raise your sword and let them die!"
Jiang Pengji's pen paused for a moment before she put it down again and continued. Her expression softened a little.
Host V: "I know there are many things that you can't accept, but you're just spectators. I'm a participant.
They're just spectators. If they don't want to watch, they can just leave. It's just a matter of time. "
But she, Jiang Pengji, had to walk her own path in life instead of relying on these onlookers.
After copying the contents of the bamboo slips, Jiang Pengji planned to revise Liu Lanting's other skills.
At that moment, the silent System suddenly spoke.
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