Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 287 Plain Paper

"Don't shake your hands, put it away, I will take a positive photo."

"I didn't shake, it was the boat moving, hurry up, if it doesn't end, my hands will really shake."

Kakaka.

Zhang Xingjun took back the camera, and Hu Huifang immediately approached, "How was the shooting?"

"Not bad." Zhang Xingjun said with satisfaction.

Zhang Zhong sat on the table, his body swaying with the waves.

They swam the Li River today, and now the family is in a small boat.The landscape in front of me happened to be the scenery on the 20 yuan Huaxia banknote. The old couple took out 20 yuan to take pictures of the scenery in front of them.

Pengpeng was hugged by Zhang Zhong, a little unhappy, she still wanted to play in the water.

According to her point of view, she has seen strong winds and waves, so is she still afraid of this water?But Zhang Zhong was still afraid that she would fall into the water after having too much fun. She was not wearing a swimsuit or a quick-drying waterproof suit now, so she didn't have to play if she fell behind them.

Moreover, this boat is very small, if she really jumped on it, she is not the only one who suffers, maybe others will fall first.

Later they got on the bamboo raft again in Yulong River, and the bamboo raft was very stable.

Pengpeng was bent over by Zhang Zhong carrying his clothes to play in the water. As the water rippled, the reflection of the shore scenery in the water also blurred wave after wave.

"Dad, this mountain has turned into a mountain."

"Stirred by me."

Zhang Zhong lifted her forward, and when she saw herself reflected in the water, she shouted again, "Oh, my face has also melted."

Seeing Pengpeng playing in the water, the uncle who punted said with a smile, "This Douba guy is so brave."

Yang Kai translated next to him, "Our funny ghost means a child."

Zhang Chong nodded with a smile, and said to the old man, "A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, she has never choked on water, so she is not afraid."

Pengpeng immediately turned his head, "I choked on the water, the sea is very salty."

"Where did you come from?"

It can be heard that the old man is trying to speak Mandarin well, but his accent is still very strong.Fortunately, Zhang Zhong's comprehension ability is not bad. He understood the meaning and replied with a smile, "We are from Jiangyang. We went to Luzhou before and came from Luzhou."

The old man smiled and didn't speak any more, probably he was tired of holding back his Mandarin.

Zhang Zhong also turned his head to look at the scenery on the shore. Although he had seen it once, the scenery of Yangshuo was already hard to get tired of.

The landscape of Baiyue is the best in the world, and the landscape of Yangshuo is the best in Baiyue.

This sentence is not just talk.

Baili Li River, Baili Gallery.

Han Yu once wrote a poem like "the river is the green belt, and the jade hairpin on the road" to praise this picturesque Lijiang River.

The beauty of mountains and rivers lies either in their magnificence or in their beauty.The mountains in Baiyue occupy the latter part. The mountains and rivers along the coast are like emerald green barriers, with strange shapes, like people, horses, and camels, with various shapes and bright colors.

It's just that the sun is in the sky today, if there is a little rain and the mist is lingering, the scenery on the shore will be more mysterious with a light veil.

After swimming across the river in the afternoon, they went to Yangshuo West Street in the evening.

Yangshuo West Street is called Foreigner Street by others. Less than one kilometer long, Yangshuo West Street is made of stone slabs and curved in an S shape.

The reason why this place is called Foreigners Street is that it is the most densely populated street for foreigners in China, and the number of foreigners who come here for leisure and leisure every year is equivalent to three times the resident population here.

West Street is also the largest foreign language corner in China, and the proportion of foreign-related marriages here is also the highest in China.

The shops here are all Chinese and Western, and almost all the signs are in Chinese and English. From the boss to the waiter to the aunt on the street, all of them may be able to speak fluent English.

Walking into West Street, Zhang Zhong looked up and saw two bars. There are many handicraft shops and bars on this street.

The whole family was not hungry yet, so they were not in a hurry to find something to eat, so they walked along the street.

Because there are many handicraft shops, they just entered a handicraft shop.

After visiting a few handicraft stores, Pengpeng has already hung two or three strings of bracelets on his hands. In this era, such handicrafts with local characteristics can also be bought online, but they just want to have fun when they come out to play, and The best way to be happy is to buy things.

Walking and walking to a place that sells the Four Treasures of the Study.

There is a table at the entrance of the store, on which there is a roll of water writing cloth and a few brushes.A middle-aged woman is writing on a water writing cloth with a pen and paper.

Seeing Pengpeng looking at her, the middle-aged woman smiled and waved, "Kid, do you want to write?"

Pengpeng walked over.

"Can you write?"

"I will write my own name."

"Oh, then you can write it to Auntie."

"it is good."

Pengpeng took the brush and wrote her own name crookedly on the water writing cloth.

"Your name is Peng Peng, what a good name."

Pengpeng said modestly, "I don't write well, but my father writes well... Hey, why are my words missing?"

She watched the words on the water writing cloth slowly disappear, covering her small mouth with surprise.

The middle-aged woman explained with a smile, "This is water writing cloth, and it will disappear after a while. You see, I can write on it as long as I dip a brush in some water."

She explained this way, but Peng Peng didn't understand at all.

"But, this water has no color. Why does it turn black when written on it? Auntie, do you know magic?"

"Auntie doesn't know any magic. This is not the color of water, because there is a black cloth behind this layer of cloth. The upper layer of cloth will become transparent when it encounters water, and you can see the black cloth behind it. Peng Peng, look at the clothes on your body, if you encounter water, can you see the color of the flesh?"

Pengpeng looked at his clothes, thought for a while and said, "That's right, can I also write big characters on my clothes?"

"That won't work, you need this kind of special cloth." The middle-aged woman explained with a smile, and then said, "This kind of water writing cloth can write repeatedly, and you can write as many words as you want. Waste of paper."

Pengpeng turned to look at Zhang Zhong, "Dad, why don't you buy one too, you write a lot of words at home, you don't need to waste so much paper with this."

The middle-aged woman also said to Zhang Zhong, "Sir, do you want to try it? Even if you don't use it, your children will need it to practice calligraphy in the future."

Water writing cloth is a good thing, but for a local tyrant like Zhang Zhong, it is really useless. If Peng Peng wants to practice calligraphy, he can buy her the best paper.

But since Pengpeng pulled him to try, he didn't say anything, just took the brush and wrote something casually.

"How about it, does it feel similar to writing on ordinary paper?"

Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows. It was not easy for him to answer this question, because he really didn't use ordinary paper much.

(End of this chapter)