New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Sizhe watched intently, a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Sinan also hurriedly expressed his opinion: "I can do it too! I can do it too!"

"Wulang, can you point out which one is three?" Lin Sixuan said softly to Lin Sinan.

Then, Lin Sinan looked at the words on the ground and thought seriously about Lin Sixuan's question: His little brain turned, and he pointed to one of the words and said confidently: "Brother, I know this is one!" After that, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and seemed a little confused about the remaining words.

Seeing this, Lin Sixuan smiled and touched Lin Sinan's head, saying gently: "Wulang is great. He recognized it so quickly. It doesn't matter. We will take it slowly and learn every word."

At this time, Lin Siheng was not willing to be left behind, and kept muttering "one, one" in his mouth. Although he was not quite sure which one was, his enthusiasm for participation infected everyone present and made everyone laugh.

Huaer watched from the side, feeling itchy inside, she also wanted to join the learning. Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if saying, "I want to try it too."

Lin Sixuan keenly caught Hua'er's thoughts and asked with a smile, "Hua'er, how have you been studying recently? Have you been practicing well?"

Hua'er didn't expect Lin Sixuan to ask her actively. She stood there with a look of surprise in her eyes and the corners of her mouth involuntarily raised slightly, as if to confirm that every word she heard was true.

She thought that her brother was mainly teaching the younger brothers in the family to read and write, while she and Sister Xing'er were just bystanders watching from the sidelines.

Hua'er quickly replied, "Brother, I practiced hard! Sister Xing'er also taught me a lot. Her handwriting is much better than mine. Even though I sometimes forget how to write, Sister Xing'er always patiently teaches me."

As she spoke, Huaer picked up a branch and carefully wrote "one, two...five" on the ground. At the end, she added the word "forest", with a proud smile on her face.

Lin Sixuan looked at Huaer with satisfaction: "Sister Huaer, you are awesome!"

The flower lowered its head shyly.

After that, Lin Sixuan glanced at everyone and said, "Brother will fulfill his promise later and give you rewards based on your performance."

Lin Mo watched as the others rushed to answer the questions, feeling both happy for them and a touch of pressure. He tried to recall the characters he had learned: "One, two... Lin... what else?" His brow furrowed, as if every word was spinning in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the key points.

"Forget it." Lin Mo really couldn't remember, so he decided to confess to Lin Sixuan and say that he had forgotten.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Lin Siyuan pointing at the small word "one" that Lin Sizhe had just written, and kept winking at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind, and the concept of "capital one" stirred up layers of ripples in his mind.

"What's the big deal about just a horizontal line, one, one..." Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and Lin Mo clapped his hands excitedly, "Oh, yes, a capital one!" This discovery made his eyes light up.

So, Lin Mo picked up a branch, squatted on the ground, and began to try to outline the characters in his memory.

As time went by, a slightly awkward "一" gradually emerged. Lin Mo felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Lin Siyuan watched Lin Mo write each stroke of the word, his eyes gleaming with unconcealable joy and excitement. Although the handwriting was childish, it was full of his brother's hard work and perseverance, which made him, as an older brother, feel very happy.

Lin Mo looked at his first attempt at writing the character "壹" (one), and a sense of uncertainty welled up in his heart. His brow furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and self-doubt. To verify his memory, he picked up the branch again, took a deep breath, and prepared to write again.

The branch touched the ground lightly as he carefully wrote each stroke, more focused and meticulous than the first time. However, as the handwriting gradually took shape, Lin Mo's mood did not become lighter.

He looked at the several "壹" characters he had written in succession. Each one seemed so similar, yet so awkward - he was not sure how to write the capital "壹" specifically.

Lin Mo recalled that he usually used concise and clear Arabic numerals. At most, he would use the abbreviations of one, two, three, four, and five when writing reports. He almost never used traditional Chinese characters.

Lin Mo shook his head slightly: "I usually use those simple numbers. I'm a little uncomfortable with writing in traditional Chinese characters all of a sudden."

Lin Sixuan, who was standing by, witnessed Lin Mo practicing writing the character "壹" repeatedly on the ground. Even though the characters were still clumsy and not perfect, he was very happy in his heart.

"Sanlang, although this character seems a little clumsy, it shows your solid foundation. I am very pleased." Lin Sixuan's praise was like a spring breeze, making Lin Mo's cheeks slightly red as he lowered his head shyly.

After saying this, Lin Sixuan looked around at his brothers and sisters who were watching. Everyone's face was filled with anticipation and excitement. Lin Sixuan smiled slightly, turned and walked into the house, and soon came out with a package.

"Okay, I'm going to give out rewards to everyone now." Lin Sixuan stood in front of the crowd with a warm smile on his face and said to his younger brothers and sisters who were gathered around him.

He started with the youngest, Lin Siheng, and handed a small reward to Lin Siheng, saying softly, "Liu Lang, this is yours. Keep working hard."

The moment his little hand took the reward, Lin Siheng's eyes sparkled with surprise. He held the reward tightly, with an innocent smile on his little face: "Thank you, brother."

As the rewards were distributed one by one, Lin Mo took the reward, which was half a piece of osmanthus cake and a chestnut. He took a light bite of the osmanthus cake, and the sweet taste instantly melted in his mouth: Well, it's quite delicious!

Seeing that she had the richest reward, Hua'er's eyes lit up with excitement. She said to Lin Sixuan gratefully, "Thank you, brother. I'm so happy!"

As she spoke, she carefully ate half of the osmanthus cake, tasted a chestnut, then thought about it and decided to leave the rest for Sister Xing'er: "Sister Xing'er hasn't tasted it yet, I want to leave it to her."

At this time, Lin Sizhe also happily raised the osmanthus cake he shared with his two younger brothers. Although the portion was not much, the smile on his face was the brightest:

He recalled how his brother had kept his promise last night and brought him some delicious chestnut cake. Crucially, his grandfather had even given him some candy. He was truly delighted, believing himself to be the happiest person in the world. Lin Sizhe thought to himself, "I must resolutely complete the task assigned by my grandfather and brother."

Lin Sixuan glanced gently at the crowd, then bent down to pick up a branch of moderate thickness. He gently scratched the ground a few times, feeling it felt just right. On the ground covered with dirt and fallen leaves, he carefully wrote six words.