Su Qingyue looked through the wide-open window at the three men inside the main bedroom, all with touched expressions on their faces.
She knew in her heart that they thought the pen and ink were expensive, so they practiced day and night on the sand table, trying not to spend any money, and that's why none of them ever brought up the idea of buying paper and pens.
"Yue'er, we don't actually need to buy pens and paper..." Xiao Yishan went out to the yard and told her, "We village men don't care so much about these things, just practicing on the sand table is good enough."
She shook her head, "Practicing on the sand table is indeed a way to save paper and ink, but in order to improve your calligraphy, you still need to practice writing with a brush in a practical way. This is something we can't save on. Starting tonight, everyone will practice writing on two sheets of rice paper."
Xiao Yishan gratefully nodded.
