Because she makes recycled ink made of inferior adhesive ink, it doesn't matter if she says recycled ink publicly, but she can't sell it for a price. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But if you don't say it's loose smoke, it's a bit deceitful. Although she also knew that the possibility of being found out was not high, she still didn't dare to let her father take the slightest risk.

At this time, her father's ink ingots were still there, but she didn't want to waste the freshly lit fire, so she made some more. Mainly, I don't want to go out to see Zeng Fan.

After boiling the ink, the ink clay was kneaded evenly, and then he began to hammer the mud with a wooden hammer, hammering it repeatedly. Anyway, the Hanlin Xianggong made his own Hanlin ink at home and gave it to friends as a gift, but in fact, most of it was also made of recycled ink.

However, what Hanlin Xiang used was not this kind of inferior ink, but the original use of excellent pine smoke and broken ink, and then made into good ink, plus his emblem. When he showed her the finished ink, he said that real veteran players can do it with fakes, and this fake is more attentive than the real one. This cement has to be hammered thousands of times, hammered as delicate as silk, and it has really become an ink ingot, grinding out the ink, which is also a long-term gathering.

Sometimes she also thinks that she can actually say that this is recycled ink, but it is a little more expensive than ordinary ink, and it is actually a way to make money.

However, just thinking about it, she calculated the cost and then the labor, and she didn't think it was cost-effective. Every time she made ink, her hands had to be soaked in soapy water for a long time to wash the ink from the fingerprint path. To do this, she would rather weave.

"What are you doing?" A voice, a little familiar, looked up and saw that it was the child's fiancé.

She smiled: "Do ink bloom." ”

"And the ink was made by you, too?" He used ink, which was fragrant and bright. I really don't know how much better it is than the ink strip I used before, but I didn't expect it to be made by the little fiancée herself.

"Well, the ink before was not good." Li Ping smiled and concentrated on hammering the ink clay.

After playing like this for half an hour, I saw that the ink clay was soft and delicate. Then divide it into equal parts, roll it into ink strips, put them into molds, and then put them on the strips one by one to press them into ink ingots. It was a little difficult to get the ingots, but she felt a little oil in the mold when she put the cement. Carefully knock out the pressed ink strip and lay it flat in the shade. She did six today.

"That's it?"

"It's going to be dried for ten days, so that my dad can use it for half a year." But she glanced at it and thought, "Daddy has a surplus, let him take a piece of you." ”

"No, I'm too wasteful to use it, I think it's good to use cartridges." Zeng Fan hurriedly waved his hand, and his little face turned red again.

It was his mother-in-law who signaled him to come, and the countryside is really not so particular, and there are no rules for not meeting before marriage.

Engaged in the countryside, in fact, it is a family, and during the New Year's holiday, the unmarried daughter-in-law also wants to go to her mother-in-law's house to show her face. And if there is something wrong with the in-laws, the daughter-in-law also has to go over to help.

However, when he came in to see Li Ping, it was really Mrs. Li's 'suggestion', and she told him that Erya was making ink and asked him to take a look. Even if you don't look at your fiancée, you want to see ink.

"How do you know how to make ink?" Finally, Zeng Fan finished reading it and asked a question that no one in the Li family had ever asked.

"It's not hard." Li Ping took a moment and didn't answer positively at all. Tell this little princess that both fake ink and recycled ink were taught by her fathers in her previous life?

"Isn't it difficult?" Zeng Fan felt very complicated when he looked at it, watching her hammer again and again, holding a big wooden hammer with her little arm there, looking at it felt too laborious.

"In fact, there are books on it, so it costs a little fire, and it's not worth anything." Li Ping likes pine smoke and ink, and he is still taught by Hanlin Xiang. Although she also used this in her mother's house, she really didn't think much about it, and it was only when she arrived at Hanlin's house that she knew that there were many kinds of ink.

Hanlin Xianggong, he didn't use pine smoke and ink, so he specially found a book about ink making for her to read. He is a literati scholar, a family of several generations, rich and childless, and he magnifies his hobbies to the extreme. For example, the ink he used was all in his own home, found a craftsman, specially made, and marked with his emblem.

Of course, what Hanlin Xianggong did is different from the fake ink made by the Taiyi Xianggong later, one is sunny and white snow and the other is a lower riba person, and now I really can't say who will teach more. However, now that I think about it, it is still much more common to teach Hanlin Xiang. Because the doctor was a doctor, he just taught her to make fake ink, and the rest of the process was just told to her. The process of making ink ingots is a restoration of the Hanlin family's ink-making method, but the raw materials are different.

Zeng Fan nodded, this is in a miscellaneous book, although he has not studied it carefully, he has seen it. Now he really has a new understanding of the little fiancée. He had seen it before, but he didn't think he could try it.

The little fiancée saw it, and then she could think of trying to do it herself, and she did it. This made him feel like for the first time that this marriage was well engaged, and only the brother-in-law in the Yue family was not familiar with it, but now he really felt that everyone in the Yue family liked him. Here, it seems that breathing is smooth.

So, he finished dinner before leaving. Mrs. Li felt that noon was a bit casual, so dinner was a really serious rice side dish. Cooking rice means at least two or three dishes. So to do this, it is to show sincerity. And the mother-in-law is pro, and she deliberately cut a pound of pork belly and came back, burned a plate with sauce, and let him eat another round before letting him go back.

When he went back, he still asked him to bring a bottle of ink and two ink ingots. The ink was used for them, and the ink ingot was given to Zeng Qing. I didn't bring anything to eat, and I thought it would be okay this time, but apparently, he was thinking about it again.

"Big brother, you're back." Xiao San Zeng Yi has been looking forward to it for a long time, and the dumplings last time made him want the Li family to have more daughters.

"Grandpa, father, mother, the child is back." He picked up his younger brother and said hello to his elders.

"Have you eaten?" The old man said that he must have eaten it, but he still asked.

"Yes!" Zeng Fan nodded hurriedly.

"Big brother, didn't you bring anything back?" Zeng Yi was anxious and hurriedly said.

"This is Erya making ink ingots by herself, please invite my father to enjoy it." Zeng Fan hurriedly took out the ink ingot and handed it to his father.

"Erya knows how to make ink? Well, it smells so good! "Literati will always have some small hobbies, like good pen and good ink, which is the most basic. Although it is just an ordinary light plate ink ingot, the delicate texture and the smell of rosin can tell this extraordinary product.

"Isn't it just ink?" Ouyang scolded, looked at his son, "What did you eat at your mother-in-law's house today?" You didn't fool around with the meatless dumplings this time, did you? ”