Chapter 108 A Book of Paper

When he saw the effect of this [Proficiency Improvement Coupon], Zhong Yue suddenly realized. Feelings, this is a big plug-in for Daigo's empowerment. Anyone who has read martial arts novels knows that the little monk Xuzhu, whose martial arts are extremely low, and later took a series of shit luck, and he is Wuyazi, Tianshan Tongmao, and Li Qiushui, and he inexplicably became a master of martial arts.

This [Proficiency Improvement Coupon] is equivalent to the effect of improving martial arts - increasing the proficiency of penmanship by 30%!

Although Zhong Yue is now in the bottleneck period of Xiaokai, he urgently needs such a cannacle to quickly improve Xiaokai's attainments, but he endured it. Thirty percent, even if you use this promotion coupon, it will be sixty percent, in other words, if even this bottleneck needs to use such a promotion coupon to improve your attainment, then from sixty to one hundred in the future, what should Zhong Yue do?

Wen Zhengming taught three percent and put seventy percent, in fact, it was to leave Zhong Yue with more room for development, rather than teaching him to write by hand. Zhong Yue thought about it for a while, and still saved this precious [Proficiency Improvement Coupon], even if the small block calligraphy was increased to eighty percent, he didn't plan to use him, it might reach more than ninety percent, and he would only consider using it when he couldn't improve it for several years.

It's not because of anything else, but that the system gave a chance to draw a lottery if it exceeded ten percent or more than a dozen lottery chances, this is simply a great opportunity to improve the "equipment"! Compared with this, the short-term brushwork improvement, or the former is more attractive.

Exited the system, although he completed two tasks in a row this time, Zhong Yue did not get any substantial reward. The ink side also has the task of primary ink making, which can not be completed overnight, a complete ink ingot, one or two heavy ones finally need half a year to dry the ink, such a time-consuming is enough to see how good ink ingots, one or two can buy a thousand or even thousands of prices.

What's more, having ink does not mean everything, the craftsmanship of ink making is the key, Zhong Yue, a rookie, doesn't even have equipment, so he must learn the method of making ancient ink. Fortunately, Huizhou is rich in the four treasures of the study, Xuan pen, Hui ink, rice paper, and Sheyan, including the four treasures of the study, but a good craftsman, it is not easy to find.

Zhong Yue picked up his mobile phone and dialed Ye An's number.

"Zhong Yue, what's the matter?"

"Oh, Brother Ye, the house has been renovated, thank you. ”

There were a few hearty laughs on the other end of the line, "I should be thanking you." Your works, as well as the seal style for Xiao Zhu Li, are very suitable for the chairman's memory, the imitation of the work is very successful, and now there are some final processes, almost next month, the golden wedding ceremony of the chairman and his wife will be held. When the time comes, I will come to Huizhou to pick you up and come over to participate. ”

"Then it's troublesome Brother Ye. Zhong Yue did not refuse. Because among his tasks, the [Longevity Boundless Imitation] task is still in a state of progress, probably until he hides from the sky and successfully deceives Ouyang Kaishan and his wife's eyes, and then it can be counted as completing the task, in this case, Zhong Yue feels that it is still necessary to go to Songhu.

"Okay, if it's okay, I'll hang up first. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "Okay, goodbye, Brother Ye." ”

The decoration has finally come to an end, and now what Zhong Yue has to do is to participate in the City University Grand Prix, according to the process of the competition, after the preliminary selection, the schedule of the semi-finals is set in early August, which happens to be staggered with the celebration of Ouyang Kaishan's golden wedding.

In other words, after Zhong Yue handed in the preliminary works, he could first go to Songhu to participate in the celebration, and then come back to participate in the on-site semi-finals of the Grand Prix. Although the appreciation group of lacquer books is small, it is not easy to say what kind of effect can be presented with his small hand.

After opening the window here for ventilation, Zhong Yue put on his schoolbag and went up the mountain.

The graves in the mountains are not made of cement like the cemetery, but they are only built with bricks and stones around the graves to prevent them from collapsing.

His father's grave, which was on the mountainside, a little lower than his grandfather's, went up first, cleared some of the weeds and vines that were entwined around his grandfather's grave, and bowed down with incense. This is the grave of his grandparents. His grandmother left early, and before Zhong Lishan died, he specially instructed that it would be good to be buried in one place, and then they were buried together, and the steles were all carved before, and then the name was just lit up with vermilion lacquer.

After that, he walked down again, and his father's grave, which had been cleaned up before, was now clean. On the incense, Zhong Yue muttered to himself: "The family heirloom stele has been lost, and Zhong's calligraphy has been inherited, Dad, you can rest in peace." ”

"Yo, Ah Yue, incense your father. ”

Zhong Yue turned his head, it was Uncle Ah Bai, who had just returned from cutting bamboo on the mountain, and said hello.

Uncle Bai, who was wearing a straw hat and carrying a bowl of bamboo on his shoulder, bared his yellowed teeth and smiled, "Then you are busy, I will go down the mountain first." Time flies so fast, you were a rabbit cub, and you were still digging winter bamboo shoots in my bamboo forest, and in the blink of an eye, you have grown so big, alas, you are old......"

Zhong Yue looked at the back, it was really a waste of time, at that time, holding a small shovel, in the mountains and forests, digging Uncle Bai's winter bamboo shoots with a few friends, roasting them by the stream and eating them, Zhong Yue still remembers that the delicious and crisp taste, although it is a little light, but chewing Shengjin, I have never eaten such delicious winter bamboo shoots again.

Going around and around, Zhong Yue arrived at the mountain house again. Today's clouds are cloudy, the weather is not very hot, the land is green, the mountains are not paddy fields, there are a few rows of corn planted, and the rest of them, Zhong Yue can't see what kind of crops they are.

Nowadays, the scholars of this era are all indistinguishable and industrious, so you let him eat and let him recognize the crops in the field, so you can avoid it.

Under a big camphor tree, with a bluestone slab, the top is polished very flat, I think it is a place to rest and eat, I came before, Zhong Yue did not pass by this place, he took out the felt, and laid the paper.

took out the old ink from the ghost market, dripped water on the inkstone sent by Ouyang Kaishan, and polished it gently. Some people don't know how to use inkstones, some pour chemical ink into them, some grind the ink and don't take it out in time, and there are also convenient drawings, and they don't clean it in time after use, these are the practices that hurt the inkstone and hurt the pen.

The correct way to use the inkstone is to think like Zhong Yue, pour the polished new ink into the ink dish in time, and then clean the inkstone in time.

The camphor leaves on the tree are rustled by the wind.

Zhong Yue put pen to paper.

After so many days of training, the use of the brush pen is more sophisticated than before.

The ink should not be too thick, but lacquer books are the opposite, thick ink is necessary. The new ink he grinded out is thick, and when it comes to the bamboo carving in Zihao, the pen produced by the system, the advantage is that every time you use the pen, it is like the most comfortable and suitable new pen, without any sense of blockage, except for consumables such as paper and ink, Zhong Yue thought, if you get more than a dozen lottery opportunities, after the equipment is complete, this most expensive pen should save a lot of expenses.

Zhonghao pulled away and wrote on the side.

At a glance of the word spring, it is like a wild goose on the river, jumping up.

Skimming the pen, who stipulates that it only exists in small Kai?