Zhen Niang didn't listen to the words of the grandmother and the mother at the moment, she just stared at the wooden box in front of her.

The red lacquer hooked the silver thread, which looks very elegant, but judging from the patent leather that is already a little speckled, this wooden box is some years old.

The wooden box was not locked, but it was just a copper ring buckled, Zhen Niang carefully pulled the copper ring, opened the box, and found that the box was divided into several grids, and each grid was neatly placed with a few ingots of ink.

Looking at these inks, Zhenniang was a little stunned, these inks were all from her. She was sure that the ink should have been bought from her by the sister-in-law.

Zhen Niang picked up a piece of ink, and found that there was a piece of paper underneath the ink, and the paper was folded and spread out to be as wide as three ingot ink side by side.

The paper is densely written in plum blossom letters.

The light in this part of the city gate cave is very dim, especially Zhenniang is hiding in the house at the moment, so although it is just after noon, the light in the house is as good as dusk, and the words on the paper are even more difficult to see.

Zhenniang got up again and went to light the oil lamp. Then put the paper under an oil lamp.

The dense words are all about the identification and analysis of ink, what is insufficient, from bituminous coal, to compatibility, to fire, to pestle pounding, etc., and how to solve these problems.

From these analyses, Zhen Niang saw many of her own shortcomings in ink making.

Zhen Niang's lips couldn't help but purse tightly, and then she picked up the other inks to look at, and sure enough, there was such an appraisal under each piece of ink.

Zhen Niang looked down one by one, and with these appraisals and tips, her ink-making jishu will go to the next level.

It's just for these things, the seventh grandmother doesn't know how much effort to spend, and Zhenniang said in her heart that it is impossible not to be moved.

Suddenly, Zhenniang remembered that there were several problems here. Some time ago, her grandfather mentioned it to her, and she corrected them one by one. It's just not that comprehensive.

Thinking about it, she snapped the wooden box shut. I opened the door and ran out of the room as fast as I could.

"Grandpa, every time I make ink, did the advice you give me to you from Seventh Grandmother?"

The old shopkeeper Li was sitting on the wooden bottle in the courtyard at the moment, sprinkling a few grains of rice in his hand from time to time, attracting a litter of chickens to crowd at his feet.

Zhenniang walked up to her grandfather at this moment and asked.

"Come, sit." The old shopkeeper Li patted a small stool beside him.

Zhenniang sat down.

"Yes, your seventh grandmother's ink appreciation is first-class, since the last time you went to your sixth grandfather's house and found Long Binmo of the Tang Dynasty. Your seventh grandmother said that you have a talent for reading ink. Originally, when you took out the bituminous coal recipe last time, your seventh grandmother wanted you to enter the ink workshop, and she wanted to take you with her, but the situation in the ink workshop was complicated, and your ninth uncle had always been guarding against his grandfather, and your seventh grandmother was afraid that you would enter the ink workshop, but she was restrained and confined to a shed and a place. Not well-rounded. In the end, I dispelled this thought, and instead asked me to concentrate on teaching you, and she taught you some of herself through her grandfather. Your seventh grandmother thinks very highly of you. ”

When the old shopkeeper Li said this, he paused and continued: "Grandpa's ink skills are all from the ink workshop, and he has quit the ink industry. Without the consent of your seventh grandmother, there are some things about recipes that cannot be taught to you. And those ink molds I gave you. And the carved plates were all brought by your seventh grandmother, grandfather back then. I already let your grandmother burn it. ”

"The seventh grandmother has spent all her time for Zhenniang." Hearing what her grandfather said, Zhenniang felt quite emotional in her heart, how could she let the seventh grandmother treat her so wholeheartedly.

"It's good to know." The way of the old shopkeeper Li.

"But I still don't understand what Seventh Grandmother wants to do this time? Although I have some talent for ink making, I don't just need to be talented in ink making to run an ink workshop, I don't have any connections, leadership ability, prestige, etc. And it's a woman......"

Although Zhenniang never thinks that women can't do it, this is in the Ming Dynasty, this era is like this, this is a reality, and it can't be ignored.

"Don't say that Uncle Jingdong Shao is in charge, they won't obey me, even the workers below will definitely not obey me, when the time comes, aren't you afraid that the ink shop will be torn apart?"

"You only see the shortcomings of your inheritance of the ink workshop, and weishenme does not see the advantages of your inheritance of the ink workshop?" Old Shopkeeper Li asked.

"Huh? Merit? Zhenniang rubbed her forehead, she really couldn't think of any advantages.

"First, as soon as your seventh grandmother had an accident, Steward Shao and your Uncle Jingdong no longer had room for buffering, and the result of the fight between the two parties was either Steward Shao leaving Mofang, or your Uncle Jingdong starting a new stove. This is nothing, I'm afraid that after the two sides fight, the orphans and widows of the Yanzong will become cannon fodder, how can your seventh grandmother feel at ease? Old Shopkeeper Li coughed.

Zhen Niang hurriedly handed over a glass of water, and the old shopkeeper Li drank tea.

Zhen Niang thought at this time, what was recorded on the genealogy was exactly what her grandfather said, but it was more complicated, that is, the uncle of the sixth room also participated, zuihou, Steward Shao and Uncle Jingdong did not take advantage of it, but it was cheaper than the uncle of the sixth room.

And none of the seven rooms of the Changzong really ended well.

In other words, the Seventh Grandmother wants to be the one who buffers herself.

"Second, do you remember the master of the iron pot at the entrance of the city gate?" Old Shopkeeper Li asked again at this time.

Zhen Niang heard the words of the old shopkeeper Li, and her mind flashed violently, and she remembered the iron pot theory that everyone often said in later generations.

"The kid with the iron head is not kind to do things, others take the iron pot to make up, he always knocks indiscriminately, the small crack zuihou is infinitely exaggerated, zuihou can not make up for it, the person who mends the pot has to buy a new pot from him, so, his new pot sells very fast, his practice is not advisable, but remember that there is a situation, some pots are actually broken and cannot be used, but because the problem has been hidden, then his practice is necessary." The way of the old shopkeeper Li.

"Grandpa means that my grandmother passed the ink shop to me, just to let me be the pot knocker." Zhenniang asked. It is precisely because everyone is not convinced of her that the hidden contradictions are more likely to be exposed.

For example, the uncle of the sixth room, Zhen Niang, believes that as soon as the news of her inheritance of the ink workshop comes out, the uncle of the sixth room will definitely come out with some demons.

"You're not just a pot knocker, you're going to recast a new pot. The big waves sweep the sand, break and then stand. Your Seventh Grandmother values you beyond measure, but the road is also difficult. Old Shopkeeper Li sighed.

Zhen Niang pursed her lips and pondered. She certainly understands how difficult the path can be. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so hesitant.

Just when the grandparents and grandchildren were thinking about their thoughts, the door of the courtyard was suddenly slammed open.

Zhenniang hurriedly stood up and saw that it was her eldest brother who came in after banging on the door.

At this time, Li Zhengliang's face was pale, and his eyes were red.

"Big brother, what are you doing here? Hit the ghost or not? Zhenniang asked suspiciously.

"That's it, how old are you, why are you so frizzy, don't spend money to repair the door if it is broken?" Zhao said angrily.

"Dalang. What happened? On the other hand, Du Shi asked softly.

"I ...... My dad ...... My father ...... him," Li Zhengliang muttered, and every word seemed to be very difficult.

"What's wrong with your dad? Failed to gamble again? "Then the Zhao family heard Li Zhengliang say that his father, and couldn't help but be anxious, Jingfu is not a worry-free guy, could it be that it was just a little better outside, and then the old state sprouted again, and he started gambling again? Did you call someone to collect debts and chase after you?

Zhao's heart was anxious and angry at this time, up and down.

"No, Uncle Wilder is back. He brought the news that my father followed the caravan to collect furs and ginseng outside the gate, and on the way back, he met a Tartar, and the whole caravan called the Tartar to be killed. Li Zhengliang said in a choked voice. The whole person squatted on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

Zhen Niang's head is also coaxing at the moment, for Li Jingfu. At first, she didn't have any father-daughter relationship, but was very angry with him. But since Li Jingfu went out to do things, every time someone from Huizhou comes back. I will carry them to bring a letter and something, even if it is a few candies or a few pieces of headrope beads.

It's not a valuable thing, but everyone can feel that heart. came and went, and naturally accepted this father. At this time, when I heard that Li Jingfu had an accident, my heart seemed to suddenly fall as if I had lost something.

The nose is also sour.

On the other hand, the teacup in the hand of the old shopkeeper Li fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"You talk nonsense, saying that good people are not alive and will be plagued for a thousand years. Your father is a scourge, how can you tell the Tartars to kill him? Are you talking nonsense, I beat you unfilial son, and I actually arranged that your father died, and I killed you......" Zhao gritted his teeth like crazy, picked up the wooden coffin and pumped it at Li Zhengliang.

Li Zhengliang was also beaten by the Zhao family, and he couldn't dodge.

"Mother, don't fight, don't fight." While Du Shi's heart ached, he hurriedly pulled the Zhao family, and the Zheng family also helped pull it.

At this moment, Uncle Huaide, who was on the other side of the door, stood outside the door with a package on his face.

"Huaide, you tell Aunt Wu, Jingfu is fine, right?" At this time, the Wu family had already rushed out of the house, red eyes, and asked tightly holding Fang Huaide's hand.

"Aunt Wu, by the way, this is Brother Jingfu's relic, I brought it to him." That Fang Huaide said with red eyes.

"No, I don't believe it, Jingfu my son......" Wu's whole person shrank to the ground at once.

Zhen Niang hurriedly helped Wu Shi, but Wu Shi was sitting on the ground, Zhen Niang couldn't pull her, so she squatted down and hugged her shoulders tightly. Wu couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and cried mournfully in Zhenniang's arms.

At this time, the old shopkeeper Li stood up tremblingly, stepped forward and took the package in Fang Huaide's hand: "Huaide, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Uncle Li, you're welcome." That Fang Huaide said with red eyes, and took out two ingots of snowflake silver weighing ten taels from his arms and handed them to the old shopkeeper Li: "Uncle Li, this is Brother Jingfu's owner asked me to give it to you, and the owner said, please don't be too little, you really can't take more." ”

Fang Huaide said, and explained: "This time, the owner also suffered a heavy loss, and he sold the warehouse to make up the money to compensate everyone." ”

This time it was not one person who died, but the entire caravan, and all the mountain goods were lost. Li Jingfu's owner went bankrupt.

"Okay, we understand that the proprietor is a righteous man." The old shopkeeper Li said, and took the silver again.

"Uncle Wilder, what about my father's corpse?" Zhen Niang asked while holding Wu Shi.

"Yes, what about Gyeongbok's corpse?" At this time, Zhao also relieved herself, she could be regarded as having endured hardships in her life, and after playing crazy for a while, she also calmed down at this time.

Fang Huaide shook his head in embarrassment, the entire caravan was in the matter of going out of the gate, on the territory of the Tartars, and where could he find the corpse, now he was afraid that it was already in the belly of the wild dog.

Then Fang Huaide took his leave.

Zhen Niang looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes.

Around him, there was Zhao's cry of grabbing the sky and the earth, as well as the deep sadness of his family. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to JanSam for the sachet, the despicable dragon, the pink ticket of the tuxedo 6806, xiexie for support!!!