In his previous life, it was with this skill that Qin Su escaped several crises. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info but it was all in Zhao State, and now she imitates Chen Guo's official documents, this is the first time that the two worlds combined, and it is inevitable that there will be some hands.

Lu Yin quickly finished writing, Qin Su wrote a total of two, spread them out and dried them on the side, just waiting for tomorrow to dye. The remaining two are ready to be left blank and dyed together tomorrow in case they will be useful in the future.

Looking at the remaining fine lines and large vertical ribbed paper in the box, Qin Su thought about it and cut them all out. These two types of paper correspond to different official ranks, as long as they are dyed into cork paper, it is the official paper used by Chen Guo.

When she had done that, she picked up the ingot and began to sharpen it.

This time she grinded the ink to a very thick level, then picked a roll of thin white cotton paper from the box, flattened it, and began to draft the seal.

I haven't done this for a long time, and now that I've picked up my old art, Qin Su has written several drafts before he is satisfied. After writing the printed text, the paper is put back on the printing stone and lightly brushed with a small pen dipped in water. The paper was so thin that it didn't take long for the reverse characters to be printed.

Now that the manuscript is finished, the next step is the engraving. All counties in the Chen Kingdom were printed in Yin script, so Qin Su also used the method of Yin engraving.

Time passed little by little, and the shadow of the sun slanted westward, reflecting a few faint clouds on the white wall, and the light and shadow were wisps and wisps, crossing into the window, and replaced with a faint blue.

Qin Su straightened up and stretched extremely indecently.

The four official seals have been engraved, and this afternoon has not been wasted.

She put down the carving knife, one hand on her cheek, and looked at the slanting light by the window.

The sunset is very faint, and her eyebrows and eyes are gently brought together, and there is an exceptionally clean, such as a line drawing and dotted sketch, which can be supplemented by strong colors to achieve a beautiful Qiluo.

However, before it arrived, the Kira fell to the ground, and the sketch stopped there, and before it reached the ground, people were reluctant to look at it closely.

Qin Su was distracted, thought about her plan carefully, and after making sure that there were no mistakes or omissions, she got up again, packed her things in the bookcase, took a small copper lock, and then went to the corner courtyard again, and took the pot of wine she bought in the morning back to the house.

As soon as she entered, she closed the door again, and she didn't know what she was busy in the room.

Atu and his wife didn't ask much, just silently doing the work in hand.

Qin Su looked at it in his eyes and was very satisfied.

After living in the palace for a long time, you know what kind of subordinates are really useful, that is, like Uncle Fu and Ato. Those who are clever and love to figure out the master's mind are often the most prone to bad things and the easiest to be bought.

Before dinner, Qin Su finally opened the door, she solemnly called Uncle Fu, and told him to go to the city office early tomorrow morning to report Ah Dou's escape from slavery.

"She rolled up a few of my most valuable pieces of jewelry and left. Qin Su's voice was angry, and his eyebrows were raised.

"Girl, do you want to report to the house?" asked Uncle Fu.

Ah Dou's deed is not in Qin Su's hands, but in the hands of her mother-in-law Lin, even if she becomes a fugitive slave, it is only right that she should report a letter to the housekeeper's wife of the Qin Mansion.

Qin Su thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't rush first." Tomorrow, you will report to the official first, and then go to the head of the village to say that you know about it. After a pause, he took a piece of broken silver and handed it to Uncle Fu: "I'm afraid that the city office will need some money, do you think it's enough?"

Uncle Fu bowed down and accepted it, rubbed it with his hand, and nodded, "That's enough." Then he asked, "What else does the girl command?"

Qin Su lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and asked: "Is there a family in the west of Zhuangzi, there are only two grandchildren in the family, the old woman speaks with a southern accent, and the grandson's name is Ah Cheng?"

Uncle Fu thought for a while, bowed down and said, "Yes, that old woman's surname is Zhou, and Ah Cheng is eight years old this year." Her family is not well-off, and Ah Cheng fell ill some time ago, and spent a lot of money to seek medical treatment. The family depends on her grandchildren and grandchildren. ”

Qin Su pondered for a while, then beckoned Uncle Fu to come closer, handed him another piece of broken silver, and whispered a few words to him.

Uncle Fu agreed, waited for a while, and saw that Qin Su had no more orders, so he retreated silently.

From beginning to end, he didn't even have a puzzled look on the extra silver in Qin Su's hand.

It soon got dark.

Qin Su went to bed early, and the lights in the corner courtyard and the ear room were also extinguished one by one. Before it was time, the whole courtyard gradually fell silent in the darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

At the beginning of the child, Qin Su slowly opened his eyes.

It was so quiet that I couldn't even hear the wind. The window paper reflected a pale white light, trance and darkness.

She rolled over and got out of bed, put on her clothes by the faint moonlight, and without candlelight, she went out of the room in the dark, and came to the vegetable cellar next to the corner courtyard.

Yizhou people like to eat kimchi, almost every house has a pickled kimchi cellar, and the more barren the land, the bigger the vegetable cellar will be. I think that the kimchi will not be bad if it is left for a long time, and the cellar also has a storage function, and the poor family has built a lot.

The Qin family's vegetable cellar is also very large, behind the door is seven steps downward, the four corners of the vegetable cellar are placed with lime to remove moisture, and the other end is also dug with ventilation holes, people will not be suffocated inside.

Qin Su gently opened the cellar door.

The night breeze carried the faint moonlight, sprinkled up the stone steps, and the air was filled with a very faint aroma of wine, mixed with the aroma of sweet cakes.

Qin Su held his breath and paused for a moment.

At the end of the stone steps was a small bronze candlestick, the faint light of the fire dispelling the darkness, and a figure lying next to it could be faintly seen.

She looked silently at the figure on the ground, as if hesitating, as if watching.

The figure remained motionless, as if asleep, but could not hear the sound of breathing.

Qin Su's face showed a very shallow smile.

She turned around and gently closed the door, her skirt moving like a cloud, fluttering and swinging down the steps, without making a sound. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stooped down and picked up the candlestick on the ground and shone it in all directions.

Everywhere the candlelight went, there were scattered vegetable jars and oil urns, as well as a few bags of rice noodles, and about seven or eight steps further in, there was a pile of bricks and tiles half a person high, and an upside-down wooden ladder

Last year, the house leaked, and in order to save the money of hiring people, Uncle Fu and Ah Tu worked together to repair the roof, and these bricks and tiles were all piled up here, with thick dust on them, and it was obvious that no one had set foot in it for a long time.

Qin Su took two steps forward with the candle, and was slightly relieved to make sure that no one had touched the bricks.

In her memory, they rarely went to the vegetable cellar, but she would never be relieved if she had seen it with her own eyes.

She turned to the figure, crouched down, and carefully photographed the lying corpse.

This face, as well as this body, has appeared in her dreams countless times, sticky, hot, cloudy, like wet clothes on a rainy day, firmly attached to people, unable to shake off, unable to hide, unable to move, until people want to scrape the lower layer of skin......

The candle flame in his hand shook suddenly, and I don't know if it was blown by the wind from the pores, Qin Su's face was reflected by the candlelight, and it was uncertain.

The sticky, almost insanely sticky sensation dissipated in the cool breeze.

She lowered her eyes slowly.

Zheng Da, the "adulterer" in her previous life, has lost her breath at the moment.