Chapter 17 Five Stone Loose Ink

Although Feng's words when he left were muttering, his voice was not small, and several members of the Li family heard it.

Zhao Shi was angry, but after all, it was impossible to argue with someone because of a few unpleasant words, so he had to shake the rag hatefully.

However, in this way, the relationship between the two families will fade.

And the old shopkeeper Li and Zhen Niang's grandson are very calm.

One is already over the age of sixties, and he has passed the year of knowing his fate, how can he take a little righteousness to heart.

And Zhen Niang, a human being in two lives, what else can be entangled in the heart, people who have died once, their outlook on life will become very open-minded.

In Zhenniang's eyes, this Feng family is really not a smart person, this kind of marriage, the more acquaintances the more difficult it is to speak so directly, you must know that once it doesn't work, the two families will be embarrassed.

Now, that's not true.

At this time, Zhen Niang put aside those, and the grandfather and grandson squatted on the side to discuss, calculating the compatibility of super-lacquer smoke, such as how much tung oil to put in, what is the proportion of raw lacquer, and how much lard to put in.

These oils can be matched to burn the smoke of the super-top paint.

Fortunately, the tung oil smoke made some money before, otherwise there would be no money to buy lard at this time.

Thinking of tung oil smoke, Zhen Niang couldn't help but think of what she said before, asking the third grandfather of the Cheng family and the young master of the Luo family to send tung oil to burn the cigarette.

Turning his head and looking at the sky, in the cave of the city gate, there was a line of sky, gray, it should be evening.

"Mother, today, didn't the Chen family and the Luo family send tung oil?" Zhen Niang asked at Zhao, who was busy on the side.

"No, you girl really thinks she is a character, what kind of family is the Cheng family and the Luo family? Where will you send tung oil, who is rare about the cigarette material you burn, and you really can't burn it when the Cheng family and Luo's family can't burn it. "Zhao's stomach was already holding back the fire, and he was very angry when he spoke at this time.

Zhen Niang listened to Zhao's words, first stunned for a moment, and then smiled dumbly.

"The Cheng family and the Luo family will not send tung oil." On the other hand, the old shopkeeper Li also squinted and said.

"Well, I didn't think it through, tomorrow I will go to the Cheng family and the Luo family's Moxuan to get twenty catties of tung oil each to light cigarettes." Zhenniang nodded.

It's not the same thing to pick it up yourself and send it to them.

To get tung oil yourself, that is to work, to make money, of course, in your own terms, it is also for the promise.

And if they send it, it is called Corporal Lixian, after all, both families have large ink-making workshops, and the master who lights cigarettes in the workshop is a good hand wherever he screws it, and it is impossible for the two families to send tung oil to their little girl, so wouldn't it be a little ambitious for others to destroy their own prestige.

Even if you don't care about these, those masters in your ink shop are not easy to explain.

These virgins didn't expect it for a while, but it was the Zhao family, in the most simple way, who broke through the heavens in one word.

"Well, it should be, people stand in the world, and the word credit cannot be lost." Old Li shopkeeper said.

In this way, there was no word all night.

The next day, Zhen Niang got up early in the morning, still a fixed job every day, fetched hot water, and then sorted out the cigarette lighting utensils in the firewood room, then cleaned up, went to Sibao Street, and went to Cheng Jia Mo Xuan and Luo Jia Mo Xuan to receive this tung oil.

There are hundreds of ink shops in Huizhou, thousands of ink workers, and because Huizhou Mansion is in Shezhou, therefore, Sibao Street has become a place where four treasures gather.

It is that the merchants of the two capitals often flow here, and each store also has a semicolon, so it can be said that Sibao Street is the most lively market in the local area.

Zhen Niang walked slowly all the way, and Xi Ge'er followed behind with a stick and hemp rope.

Just kidding, forty pounds of tung oil, the weight is really not light, although Zhen Niang has an adult soul, but now this body is only fourteen years old, and because the family is poor, some malnutrition, it looks a little thin, and the strength is naturally not big.

So Xi Ge'er was also caught by her, and after a while, the two of them worked together to carry tung oil home.

The two arrived at Cheng's Moxuan after a while, Cheng's third grandfather was not there, but what happened the day before yesterday, Moxuan's shopkeeper knew about it, Cheng's Moxuan's shopkeeper Cheng Wushi heard Zhenniang say to take tung oil home and light cigarettes, so he asked Zhenniang to wait for a while, and asked the guy to go to the backyard to weigh tung oil.

As for whether Zhen Niang can burn super-grade cigarettes, Cheng Shopkeeper has no doubts, because in his eyes, the person who lit the cigarette behind this must be Li Jinshui and Li Lao's shopkeeper.

Old Shopkeeper Li took the oath first, and now it is reasonable to let his granddaughter come forward.

And with Li Jinshui's ability, it shouldn't be a problem to take out super cigarette materials.

"Zhen girl, is the old shopkeeper Li's body still healthy?" Shopkeeper Cheng asked with a smile.

"It's healthy." Zhenniang got up and saluted back.

The two chatted without answering.

At this moment, a scribe in his thirties wearing a large-sleeved robe hurriedly came in, and as soon as he came in, he slapped the ink in his hand on the counter: "Shopkeeper Cheng, your Cheng's Moxuan is too inauthentic, I spent a lot of money to buy this five-stone loose ink, but I didn't think about it, but the ink quality is very poor, you have to give me an explanation." ”

"It's Mr. Dongtu, please serve tea in the private room, and you can talk slowly about something." When the shopkeeper saw the scribe, he hurriedly respectfully invited him to sit down in a private room.

Mr. Dongtu's surname is Zhan, he is a talent, but the family history, calligraphy and painting heirloom, especially himself, at the age of four with his brother to learn painting, now in the painting world is a little famous, each ink workshop every time there is a new ink, will spend a lot of money to ask him to try ink.

Zhan Dongtu, Zhen Niang still has some impressions, just because in the previous life, his grandfather studied Hui ink, and calligraphy, painting, carving and ink making are one, if there is no calligraphy, no painting, no carving, the ink is just ink used for writing, far from art.

And Zhan Dongtu is not only a person who has made great achievements in painting, but also shows his madness in calligraphy.

At this time, Mr. Dongtu was not in the mood to drink tea, but he called a buddy, took out the inkstone he brought, and studied ink on the spot. Zhen Niang found out that the ink that was researched had bubbles, and there were a lot of them.

This is obviously a problem, of course, it is difficult to say whether the ink is not good, because sometimes the inkstone is not good, and there will also be bubbles if the ink is uneven.

"Mr. Dongtu, the credibility of my Cheng family for several generations, the ink that went out has been tested, and now in this situation, will there be a problem with Mr. Dongtu's inkstone?" Shopkeeper Cheng was a little embarrassed.

It's a matter of the credibility of Mofang, which must be clarified.

"How is it possible, I am an old pit duanyan of the Song Dynasty, which was once the collection of Mr. Zizhan, and it is not an ordinary mortal." Mr. Nadongtu said with a calm face.

The so-called Mr. Zizhan is Su Dongpo.

Zhen Niang looked at the inkstone, sure enough, it was a good inkstone, the pulp was very warm, the outside was lotus leaf-shaped, and the dark lines of carmine inside looked like a lotus flower, which was a carmine purple stone inkstone.

"Why don't you try it with our inkstone." The shopkeeper here is still biting and not letting go.

"Okay." Mr. Dongtu nodded, they are all native people, and the Cheng family has always had a good reputation, so Mr. Dongtu will not embarrass him.

"Go, bring the money in the study." Shopkeeper Cheng hurriedly ordered the guys on the side.

After a while, the guy carefully held the inkstone, Zhen Niang looked, a few dark copper coin patterns on the inkstone, the whole inkstone showed the warm luster of the purple jade gang, and the end was a good inkstone.

After dropping a few drops of water on the inkstone, the shopkeeper Cheng slowly picked up the ink.

"Oops, it's blistering again." After a while, the ink on the inkstone began to bubble one after another. At this time, it is Cheng's shopkeeper who has nothing to say.

"How can this be, it's really a good ink, with the most haode ingredients, specially made by the master in the workshop, and specially added five stone scatter, which can make people feel more uplifted when writing, and inspiration is like a spring." The shopkeeper muttered.

Five stones? Zhenniang was stunned for a moment, and then understood that if they were separated, there would be no problem with the inkstone, and there would be no problem with the ink, and as soon as the two were combined, the problem would come out.

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