No matter how noisy the outside world is, Zhong Yue, who lives a leisure life in Xiaohe Mountain, is not so excited. Practicing calligraphy, making pens, getting up early in the morning to help Zhang Laifu water the vegetables in the small vegetable garden, the days are leisurely.

The nine potentials of the gods, Zhong Yue can only understand the sweeping pen and the horizontal scale, and the remaining seven strokes are either too mysterious, or they are rare methods. This thing is not in a hurry, and there is only such a glimpse every day, and such a god's penmanship can only be understood by luck and chance.

The understanding of the brushing pen and the horizontal scale makes Zhong Yue's lacquer book attainments deeper.

There is no end to the way of calligraphy. A person's style of writing cannot be static. Zhong Yue is slowly transforming, but this subtle transformation is difficult to detect.

Zhong Yue put on his schoolbag and followed Zhang Laifu into Zhou Daguang's van.

Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette and flicked the cigarette ash out of the window, "The pen factory, inkstone chief and ink chief in Z County are now merged. Now there are fewer people who buy the four treasures of the study, and you have to go to the summer practice, but there is not much salary. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, was he for this money?

"Master, I've been learning this pen for a few months, and I haven't seen the real assembly line yet, so I have to see the rest of the craftsmanship, right?"

Zhang Laifu smiled meaningfully, "It's best if you think like this." ”

Zhou Daguang drove the car and said with a smile: "Xiaoyue, if you want me to say, you follow your brother Guang and I will run a long distance." This factory is really not a place where young people can stay, and now the pen-making is a group of aunts and aunts. ”

"Go, go, go. Zhang Laifu directly interrupted, "That's why people are impetuous, you have to put it aside, this pen-making work is untouchable by women, and now those good pens are made by some masters, you go and inquire, which one is not an old man." ”

"Well, you're happy, okay. ”

Zhang Laifu was unforgiving, "If I hadn't retired back then, I would have been the most disadvantaged now, and I would have been a deputy factory director." ”

Zhou Daguang followed with compliments, "Then I'm not the workshop director?" Haha, Deputy Factory Director Zhang, then you can promote me more." ”

"you. Zhang Laifu remembered and asked, "Eh, Xiaoyue, how long are you going to stay?"

"Maybe two months, well, at least two months. ”

Zhang Laifu nodded, "Then you'd better rent a house in the county, and you can't let Brother Guang send it back and forth every day." He also worked hard for long distances. ”

"Well, you're right. ”

The car arrived at a somewhat remote and empty old-fashioned factory, and the white label on the side was a little old, Zhong Yue glanced at it, "Old Hu Kaiwen Ink Factory, Master, didn't you say that it was merged?"

"It's a merger, yes. Now the best pen is in Songhu Zhou Huchen pen factory, but people have also merged with Cao Sugong ink factory, this is still in our county ink factory, don't look at just an ink factory, there are pens, inkstones and ink refining are available, go, go in. ”

The three of them got out of the car, and when they walked to the front of the factory, they were stopped by the old man who looked at the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Laifu glanced at it, "Oh, look for Director Liu." ”

"Director Liu, which Director Liu?"

Zhang Laifu took out a small notebook from the pocket of his tunic and flipped through it a few times, "Oh, Liu Yongxin." ”

The old man walked into the communication room, "Wait, I'll call and ask." ”

Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette and said to Zhong Yue: "This Liu Yongxin, who used to be from another pen factory, and I was considered a worker, but later transferred here, it has been 30 years, and I have also become the factory director." ”

The doorman poked his head out, "What's your name?"

"Oh, you just said that Ah Fu came to catch up with him. ”

Zhang Laifu turned around, "Where did I just go?"

"Be a factory director. Zhou Daguang squatted on the threshold and reminded.

"Yes, as a factory director. Zhang Laifu glanced at the empty depression scene in the factory, "The old factory, I think that there were cars in and out of the car here, and the business was so good that many people wanted to come in." ”

The ink inkstones in Z County, that are all famous. The world's ink industry is in Huizhou, and it is not blown out.

But now, there is no longer the style of the past.

After a while, an old man in a blue overalls shirt walked over and glanced at the few people standing at the door, "Ah Fu, Ah Fu!"

The old man had a long horse face, and looked as thin as a bamboo pole. He is very tall, almost 1.9 meters, and he looks even thinner.

Zhang Laifu said with a smile: "These two are my apprentices, let me tell you, this is the tall man of our pen factory, how many girls in the pen factory admire it." ”

"Haha, it's all the old yellow calendar, Ah Fu, what are you talking about this? Eh, ...... you came over this time?"

Zhang Laifu put his hand on Zhong Yue's shoulder, "My little apprentice, I want to come to the factory to practice for two months, do you agree?"

"Practice, and now there are apprentices who are learning the craft?"

Zhang Laifu also understood what the situation of the factory was now, so he said: "Why is there no more? This is still a high-achieving student of Huida University, and your old ink factory will not even look down on college students, right?"

Liu Yongxin said with an embarrassed expression: "No. Ah Fu, now the business of the old ink factory is not as good as it was back then, and the workers used are all some elderly female workers, and the wages are also very low...... Isn't that overkill? ”

"Director Liu, I'm here to learn the craft, it doesn't matter if I don't have a salary. Zhong Yue smiled. When he came over, he mainly had to complete the primary ink ingot production and ink method tasks, so that he could also go both, instead of having no other way than Xiaokai as he is now.

"Ah Xin, I have taught Zhong Yue the craft of pen making, you, as long as you let him go to the assembly line to experience two months, just check him, that's good." ”

Liu Yongxin saw that he didn't ask for wages and learned pen making with Zhang Laifu, so he smiled and said, "This ...... I still have a reason to refuse. ”

"Come on, let's go and visit first. Later, I'll take you around the Xuan Bi manufacturing room to get you used to it. ”

Zhong Yue said with some hesitation: "Director Liu, I came here, mainly not to make pens. ”

A few people walking on the side were stunned.

"You baby, you begged me to introduce you before, but now you have arrived at the gate of the factory, what's wrong, have you changed your hexagram again?" Zhang Laifu saw Zhong Yue, who temporarily repented, and was angry, isn't this a trouble.

Zhong Yue scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's right to come to the old ink factory, but I'm here to learn how to refine ink." ”

"Ink refining?"

Liu Yongxin and Zhang Laifu were frightened.

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