I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

After dinner, Beisitian cleaned up the dishes, returned to the east room, and sat on the edge of the kang, picking up the basket to start braiding.

Mrs. Qin was quite pleased to see her taking the initiative to help, and the frown between her eyebrows relaxed a little.

Luo Anguo leaned against the stack of quilts, rolling his own cigarettes. Although the family didn’t have much money right now, Mrs. Qin didn’t want to let him suffer, so she would still buy some tobacco leaves, and he would roll them himself when he had free time.

As Beisitian braided, she pondered how to speak up. After all, practicing calligraphy required purchasing materials, and the Xuan paper and brush for practicing writing cost money!

"Ping’an, why aren’t you practicing your writing properly? What are you drawing?" Luo Anguo glanced at his notebook.

Luo Anping was at an age where he naturally liked to doodle, and since Beisitian had never drawn before but became so good at it later, he was naturally envious.

"I’ve already finished writing on three large sheets of paper today!" Luo Anping took out his exercise book, filled with numbers and simple radicals.

Luo Anguo took a look and saw some improvement compared to before, but since he was doodling instead of practicing characters, he still scolded him a bit.

Seeing this, Beisitian said, "Dad, I also want to start practicing calligraphy again." After she finished speaking, she added, "Brush calligraphy."

Luo Anguo, rolling the cigarette in his hand, looked up at her and said, "You can write brush calligraphy? Did your father teach you?"

Beisitian nodded, attributing everything to her inexpensive father, "Yes, whenever I had time, I practiced from a young age."

Mrs. Qin, while sewing the vamp of a shoe, said, "Du Bapi gave you time?"