There has never been a shortage of ink meetings in Yizhou, whether it is a tasting meeting, or an appreciation of the treasured ink pills, or a feast, the liveliness is extraordinary, that is, ordinary people who don't understand ink will make a fun.

Therefore, as soon as the news of the Doumo Club came out, it was only half a day, and the people of Yizhou were shocked, and the excitement was comparable to the New Year's Festival.

The venue of the Doumo Club is chosen by the Xiaomo family, located at the entrance of the East Gate Mofang Street, the place where the three Qingliu Avenue converge, the open air, the width is very wide, early that morning, there are people from the Xiaomo family who take the coarse cloth and twist it into a rope, and the street entrance is circled, and the only way to travel is the detour.

Mo Yuhua shook the folding fan in his hand idly, closed it and opened it, folded it up again, moved a circle chair, sat at the door of the small ink workshop, looked at the bustling street in the past, today is surprisingly cold and quiet, no one can see what he is thinking.

"Yuhua, why are you still sitting here? Don't go to prepare? A low and unhappy voice came down from the second floor of the ink shop, and the white-faced fifth master Mo Cheng carried his robe and went downstairs.

Mo Yuhua didn't turn his head, stroked the hand of the folding fan for a moment, and then repeated the previous action.

Mo Cheng came to Mo Yuhua, and there was a rush in his eyes, "My good nephew, hurry up and prepare, the ink fighting meeting will start in a while, don't delay the time, this is a good opportunity for our Xiaomo family to make meritorious contributions in front of the Dajing Mo family, if the Huang family is allowed to go, how can it be good?" ”

Hearing this, Mo Yuhua raised his head slightly, he rested the folding fan on his lap, his eyes looked through the coolness of the early morning, and he said after a while, "Fifth uncle, you honestly told me that the Dajing Mo family needs the news of Yi Mo, where did you get it in the first place?" ”

Mo Cheng's eyes flashed, he turned his head to look in the direction of the street, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Mo Yuhua picked up the folding fan again, struck hard in the palm of his hand, and stood up, "Okay, I know, the fifth uncle wants the Xiaomo family to win the Doumo Club, I will do my best, but I want to wait for my father to come back, right or wrong The fifth uncle will have his own words, Yuhua is a junior, the Xiaomo family can't speak now, it's just the truth that one is prosperous and one is lost, presumably the fifth uncle understands better than me, naturally no matter what the fifth uncle does, he always goes further for the Xiaomo family in his heart, based on this, the fifth uncle wants Yuhua to do, Yuhua will not give up." ”

After saying this, Mo Yuhua didn't make much other preparations, the lake blue robe crossed the waves like water, he held the folding fan in his hand and cut the back of the back, and raised his foot to Shi Shiran to the Doumo venue.

Mo Cheng didn't move, he looked at Mo Yuhua's back as he walked away, and his face was determined and fierce.

In the Doumo venue, the people of the Huang family came early, Huang Pinyuan was full of energy, and Huang Rufeng, the son of Huang Rufeng, saw Mo Yuhua appear alone, and his chin was raised high, and he was extremely proud.

A group of dozens of people, in the middle of which is a famous stranger who sits on a chair and wears a long curtain, and does not know the identity of a man or a woman.

Mo Yuhua's eyebrows furrowed, he swept his gaze, he didn't see the Huang family's ink-making master, his heart was different, but his face was calm, he bowed to Huang Pinyuan from afar, and he was full of the demeanor of the children of the family, and Huang Rufeng didn't know how much worse it was at this point.

But in half an hour, the sun became more and more intense, and there were people from other families who came sparsely, and everyone was familiar with each other, and it was very clear which ink-making master of each family was supporting the façade and what brilliant craftsmanship they had, and they each said hello and sat down in an open space.

This sit is also a rule, the best position is under the stone archway at the entrance of the street, there are two old trees according to the archway and grow, the branches are very luxuriant, the tree is very cool, this place is naturally occupied by the small Mo family and the Huang family, the others are second, did not catch the shade and cover the sun, only let the next person barely hold the big canopy.

Although the Gu family did not participate in the Ink Fighting Meeting, they also came early in the morning, and Gu Fei's sudden disappearance, Gu Zhong didn't have the heart to deal with anything else, so the Cui family brought the two sisters of the Gu family over together, and the face of Mo Yuhua was able to sit in the shade with the people of the Xiaomo family.

At the beginning of the year, the Doumo Club officially began.

Feng Puyu, who is recognized as a virtuous and virtuous person in Yizhou, temporarily served as the master of ceremonies, and the four experienced ink envoys in the Yizhou Ink Chamber of Commerce, plus Feng Puyu's family, a total of five people were judged, and the ranking was responsible for the tasting and recommendation.

Gu Fei was surrounded by people from the Huang family, she looked through the black gauze curtains, looked at the row of five desks in the field, and her eyes slowly crossed over the four ink envoys.

About the Ink Chamber of Commerce, she still knows that after several dynasties of development, under the pressure of the wheel of history, from the initial mining of graphite to write, to the oil smoke ink for fuel tobacco, and now to the pine tobacco, and constantly improve the formula and improve the skills at the same time, the ink business has also formed a covenant, at first it was just so three or two ink merchants to protect their own interests together.

Later, with the rise of families like the Dajing Mo family, this covenant snowballed bigger and bigger, and then formed a high-level chamber of commerce like this.

The status of the Ink Chamber of Commerce in Dajing is undoubtedly the highest, like the king standing on the top of the mountain in the line, looking down on the Ink Chamber of Commerce in the counties and states under it.

If it was the Mo Chamber of Commerce in the past, it did bring the protection of the interests of the Mo merchants, and with the evolution of the world, especially after the vicissitudes of the Dajing Mo family after two hundred years of vicissitudes, the Mo Chamber of Commerce has unconsciously become another kingdom of the Mo family.

When at least seven levels of the people exercising the decision-making hierarchy of an alliance are from the same family, and they have the same goals and interests, then this alliance is just a weapon for the family to make profits.

This is the current situation of the ink-making industry, and it is also a fact that Gu Fei has long known.

She knows how powerful her opponent is, and she also understands how difficult it is for her to do in the future, but she has always believed that there is yin and yang, light and dark, there is a huge family like the Dajingmo family, and there must be the same forces that can restrain it, but she doesn't know it yet.

Therefore, she did not miss the slightest opportunity to understand the opponent, even on an occasion like the Doumo Club, she kept the four ink envoys firmly in mind without blinking, these four people are likely to be the lackeys of the Dajing Mo family at all, knowing oneself and knowing the other is the premise of the plan.

In the center of the field, after Feng Puyu sounded the silk bamboo gong, he got up and went to the desk, said a few words briefly, and introduced the names of several participating families one by one, and then the names and identities of the four ink envoys.

Among the four people, one is Luo Song of the Yizhou Ink Chamber of Commerce, about fifty years old, white beard and thin height, and once was the ink master of the Xiaomo family.

The second person was a fat man, with a round belly, short and thick limbs, and a fat plum blossom gown.

When Feng Puyu introduced him, he couldn't help but chuckle, "The Wei family's fat man, everyone knows it, so the old man won't say much." ”

Wei Fatzi glared at Feng Puyu with small eyes, causing the people watching the excitement outside the venue to laugh.

Gu Fei had a little more heart, she looked at Wei Fatzi, and laughed silently, this person is from the Yizhou Wei family, second only to the Huang family, and that appearance has a good relationship with Feng Puyu, and Feng Puyu is close, and his character is credible.

The third person, named Dong Shi, is an old man who is not smiling, with a white head and beard, wearing a coarse cloth robe, and a straight face, like a living Hades.

Many people don't have a good impression of this person, but because of this, human nature would rather be straight than bend, in Huang Pinyuan's words, it is a stone in the pit, smelly and hard, and his popularity in the Chamber of Commerce is not good.

Gu Fei's eyes were thoughtful, she thought about it, and in her heart, she also mentioned Dong Shi's name before Wei Fatzi.

The last person is a man named Mingyue, the youngest of the four, who is about thirty years old.

For fear that Gu Fei would not know, Huang Pinyuan turned his head sideways and said to Gu Fei, "This Mingyue is very mysterious, I heard that it is from Dajing, and I only arrived in Yizhou last year, and I entered the Ink Chamber of Commerce for only two or three months, and I was promoted to the position of the ink envoy. ”

When Gu Fei heard this, she wrinkled her eyebrows, and carefully recalled the people with the surname of Dajing Ming, and after muttering to no avail, she said in a cold voice, "The name Mingyue is fake." ”