I've seen it many times before, and I know that the system gives her the same ingredients, and it will be automatically generated the next day after use, and it will always be there if it's not useful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She squeezed herself a glass of fresh orange juice and filled it in a porcelain cup, without a straw, and just carried it out of the space.

I searched for it on the Bogu shelf first, and found that there were only some books without pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so I lit a white gauze lamp and went to the study to find it.

Su Fang thought of getting along with Lin Tianming day and night in the past few days, and couldn't figure out when he came to the study to "never fall behind" to read and write.

She didn't take the paper directly from the desk, but rummaged through it, found a large piece of bamboo paper that had not been cut, pulled out one and quickly folded it in half, and it became several small pages of 16K paper.

Since she is not allowed to go up the mountain, she can only find another way out now, the restaurant cannot afford to open for the time being, and there is only one way for the seller to go.

The premise of selling a child is that there must be a prescription.

Back in her room, she spread the paper on the round table, studied the inkstone again, and polished it like the ancients, but it had no effect at all, and she was so angry that she almost threw away the black bar.

"Baby son, do you think there is any way to grind the ink?" Su Fang couldn't help muttering after watching it for a long time.

"Mother, it's bedtime!" Lin Baobao said reluctantly, so he wouldn't ask what the hell Momo was.

"You go to sleep, the old lady is going to get ink and write a recipe." Su Fang pursed her lips, a little worried.

"Why don't you try spitting?" As soon as Lin Baobao dictated the recipe, he immediately came to his senses, "Isn't the recipe for eating, do you want to open it with saliva?"

"......" Su Fang was powerless to complain, but she was still inspired, and looked around, there was no water in the teapot, and she didn't add tea at home today, and when she turned her head, she saw the basin on the shelf at the corner of the door.

I directly took a teacup that was buckled and scooped up the water, and poured half a cup into the inkstone.

The ink strip reached in and shook it, and there was no frictional "zi, zi" sound, but this shaking also caused the water inside to overflow, spilling on the table, and it was about to soak the paper.

Su Fang hurriedly rescued the paper, glanced at the endgame on the desktop again, and couldn't help sighing.

But Lin Tianming was not at home, and she was unwilling to compromise, so she brought a rag to dry the tabletop, and went out of the house with an inkstone to pour a little water before coming back.

Re-grinding the ink really went a lot smoother, and finally began to produce black ink, took the pen and dipped it, the tip of the pen was dry and hard, and the pen could produce small characters with sharp and thin points, which was good!

Su Fang didn't know how to use a brush, but she also knew that she didn't practice calligraphy or play calligraphy, so she picked the thinnest and smallest brush, expecting to write the thinnest font.

She didn't know that she was a golden wolf when she picked it up.

The most powerful weasel in the mountains is also the most valuable weasel, which consumes little ink, produces ink quickly, moves the pen smoothly, does not drag ink, and does not stain the paper.

Su Fang grinded the ink more and more easily, and did not stop until the ink was full of inkstone, and exhaled a little unsatisfied, and then took the pen and dipped the ink and wrote the first stroke on the paper.

Although it was more troublesome than the pen she was used to, and the pen line was thicker, she was finally able to hold the pen in her own way and write smoothly.

Su Fang adjusted her thinking and wrote.

The white gauze lampshade painted a red plum, and the candles in it were gradually dripping dry, and this night Su Fang was racking her brains to think about all the food she had eaten and the food she had seen, and before she knew it, the sky would break.

When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly got up and opened the house, the morning dew was a little cool, the sky had just revealed fish white, and gradually appeared a clear blue, the white clouds fluttered in the blue sky like a belt, the faint morning glow was lightly dyed like a thin veil, and the birds in the mountains sang and chirped non-stop.

It's a nice new day!

Su Fang stretched her waist, and then saw that the dark house was still sleeping, returned to the house, put away the paper, and quickly looked at it again, feeling that her thoughts were much clearer, but when she wanted to hide it, she found that there was nowhere to hide.

No one here knew who she was or how she could write.

"Baby son, can you help your mother hide these recipes? Don't let your father find out. Su Fang muttered softly, no one else was there anyway, and she was not afraid of scaring people.

She didn't know that her casual words scared the people on the roof and almost rolled to the ground.

The tile roof here is tall, and the people are relaxed and good, naturally it is not as good as when I was in the Su family, and the thatched roof rustles when I touched it.

"Mother, the space can go in and out with your mind, and you can also put things with your mind, except that you can't take the things in the space at will, you can still put the outside things in. ”

"But you can only put it in the range of equipment that you can use right now, such as the table in the room, the cabinets, the chests, the garden, the kitchen......"

Lin Baobao was very generous this time, so he carefully explained some of the tricks of using the space. It was probably his mother's hard work all night to make money that made him see the hope of being born.

When Su Fang heard this, her mind immediately moved, and all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table were gone, and she didn't know that she herself was gone.

In the space, Su Fang looked at the large round table in the larger room and the only room she could use now, if it weren't for the larger table, the different curtains on the tabletop, and the better lights, she would have suspected that she hadn't moved just now.

"Mother, you can lock your things in a place and don't let Dad open them. "Lin Baobao came up with an idea, if his father and his mother quarreled, of course he would stand with his mother.

"Well, don't show him, and don't tell him. Su Fang told her son, looked for it, and found the wardrobe and touched it, there was a hidden drawer that did not need to be locked.

The dark drawer is between the lattices in the cabinet, and it can't be opened from the outside, so you have to reach behind the wardrobe lattice and push it forward, and push it open to be a small flat-bottomed box, not deep, and a few pieces of paper are enough.

However, in order to prevent "thieves", Su Fang still folded each piece of paper into different shapes, such as a heart, a frog, and a leaf......

There are no duplicates, each with a mark. Push the drawer out from the outside, and lock it with a click. There are a lot of clothes in the wardrobe that were sent by the system, and she rearranged the folded clothes and closed the cabinet door.

Seeing that there was still some ink in the inkstone that had not been written, Su Fang wanted to wash it off and was reluctant to think about the hard work of grinding the ink.

"If only it could be bottled up and used next time. She couldn't help but mutter.

"Absolutely. As soon as Lin Baobao's words fell, a small square glass bottle appeared on the table, if it weren't for the cork, Su Fang almost thought it was an inkwell.

However, the small glass bottle is a round flat bottom, and the mouth of the bottle is slightly smaller, which looks very delicate. Su Fang carefully poured the ink into the bottle, tightened the cork, and then took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone out of the space.