In the next period of time, Zhen Niang threw herself into the cigarette lighting and retrieving materials.

She deliberately made the old clothes at home into sleeves, leggings and waistbands, bituminous coal is very light, and the wind in the corner of the clothes may blow the bituminous coal off when walking, which is a loss.

Then I found cotton gauze and made a simple mask. This is for your own physical health.

After all this, she shut herself up in the firewood room.

It was a few days before she turned twenty catties of tung oil into half a porcelain jar of fine bituminous coal.

In the past few days, she has lived in a dark world, not that Zhen Niang has been staying in the firewood room, she also comes out to eat, and she has to go back to the house to sleep at night, but she is thinking about bituminous coal, whether it is eating or sleeping, it is in a hurry, that is, she has never cared about whether it is sunny or rainy outside.

"Ouch, it's really a sin, where does the daughter do such a thing as burning cigarettes, look at this girl's face like a black bag, Qingqing Xiuxiu is not a girl." Wu was sitting at the door sewing something, and when he saw the virgin girl holding the porcelain jar coming out, he was startled, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

On the other hand, the old shopkeeper Li leaned against the courtyard wall and basked in the sun, and replied: "This is the way to dry ink, I think Zhenniang is the material for this business." ”

Old Shopkeeper Li said, there was a trace of regret in his tone, how good it would be if Zhenniang was a man.

For the old shopkeeper Li, the black ash of Zhen Niang's face is very familiar, and it seems to have returned to the situation in the ink shop many years ago, and his tone seems to be a little emotional, and then he beckoned to Zhen Niang, obviously asking Zhen Niang to show him the haode bituminous coal.

Zhen Niang squatted beside her grandfather with bituminous coal, directly clamped a bituminous coal in her hand, and gently crushed it on her fingers, a few fingers were instantly stained with ink, and the sunlight through the pomegranate tree at the door just took care of Zhen Niang's fingers.

I saw that the black ash of the finger was shining with hexagonal colored light like diamonds.

"Mocai ......" Mr. Li couldn't help but exclaim, but isn't Mocai only available on top-level ink? How can it appear on bituminous coal?

"Grandpa, this is not considered ink color, but because the bituminous coal I take is particularly fine, coupled with the luster of tung oil, it will form a kind of living light similar to the 'flying white' in calligraphy, this kind of living light reflects the light spots of the sun, and it looks like ink color.

"Well, that's it." The old shopkeeper Li nodded after listening to this, and the breath that was still uneven seemed to be a lot smoother at this time, and then asked, "How much smoke is out?" ”

"One pound and six taels." Zhenniang said with some pride.

"Okay, okay, you're much better than grandpa in this regard." Old Li shopkeeper said happily.

"Alright, wash it up." Zhao came over and pushed Zhen Niang to take a bath in the house, and after a while, even the bath water was helped Zhen Niang get it.

Zhenniang was not polite, entered the house, took off her clothes, and soaked in the bathtub.

The temperature of the water in the bathtub was just right, and Zhenniang fell asleep directly after washing.

When I woke up, the person was no longer in the bathtub, but slept on the bed, the sky outside was already drowsy, the city gate cave here, except for the occasional ray of the sun at noon, the rest of the time was bright, almost, Guan Niang didn't know what time it was.

But she slept quite deeply this night, and she thought that it would not be a short time.

Through the window next to the bed, I heard the conversation of the family in the courtyard outside.

"Mother, the thermos bucket is not very easy to sell these days, but it is difficult to get straw." Du Shi said a little anxiously, it is really too simple to keep this thermos bucket, you will look at it, and then talk about this thing, the rich people don't look down on it, and the rich people don't like it, and they make it by themselves, and they only buy it from some lazy women's homes.

In addition, there are more people with a heart who have learned, and now they have also made up and sold them, and their business is naturally weak.

"Then after weaving these straws at home, let's stop it, Zhenniang said, this thing will also make money for mosquito legs." Zhao said. Then he continued: "Besides, the day of receiving silkworm seeds is approaching, and when you raise silkworms, you won't have time to make this up." ”

"That's right." Duch nodded. Then he smiled and said: "Fortunately, our family sold some thermos buckets, otherwise, there would be no money for this silkworm plant, and Zhenniang didn't know where she got the idea, but she helped the family a lot." ”

"You don't know that girl, I've been eating since I was a child, and I often hide things when I'm young, so I don't have to eat cold." Zhao was a little embarrassed.

Zhen Niang listened speechless in the house for a while, but she didn't expect these to be connected by the Zhao family and the original body since childhood.

However, it is not bad to have such an explanation.

Thinking about it, Zhen Niang went out of the house, washed her face and sobered up, looked at the time, it turned out that it was just Shen Shi, well, there was still time to go to Li's ink shop to deliver the goods, so she put a piece of pot in her mouth and chewed to fill her stomach, and went to Li's ink shop with haode cigarettes.

"Zhenniang, are you here to deliver the goods?" As soon as I entered the ink workshop, I met Sun Yuejuan's second brother Sun Qianyi, who also came to deliver the goods.

"Hmm." Zhenniang nodded.

"You're ahead of me." That Sun Qianyi looked at the long line of rows and said.

"No need, Second Brother Xiexie Sun." Zhen Niang said with a light smile, this era is not the previous life, she knows that Sun Qianyi has a good impression of her, but first, she doesn't feel it, and second, their mother-in-law Feng Shi guards her against her as if she is guarding against anything, for fear that she will seduce Sun Qianyi, Zhen Niang will not use her hot face to stick to people's cold butts, and she can only treat Sun Qianyi's overtures as if she didn't see it.

Hearing Zhenniang say this, Sun Qianyi was stupid and didn't speak.

Zhen Niang stood silently in the team, looked up at the front, the inspection was still Zheng Steward, however, he inspected very quickly, obviously the materials back to process are some people who know the roots, everyone's level is almost the same, Zheng Steward generally just look at the color of the cigarette material first, if you can't get it right, then twist some cigarette material to touch, basically almost the child will be received.

Soon to Zhen Niang's place. First of all, the scales, a pound of six taels of scales reported out, the surrounding uproar, you know, until now, the most is more than a pound of four taels, this is still an old cigarette lighter who has been working for nearly 20 years.

Six taels a catty, that's unheard of.

Steward Zheng saw that Zhenniang came over early, he was still waiting for Zhenniang to make a fool of himself, but he didn't think about it, he actually came out with a catty and six taels, where was he willing to believe it, it was Li Jinshui's personal shot, and it was difficult to get this catty and two.

Immediately, Steward Zheng took the porcelain jar and looked at it, and saw a little gray floating on the bituminous coal, so he sneered: "I said Zhen girl, you didn't do it as a fake, you have a problem with this cigarette, right?" Look at other people's cigarettes, they are all dark, how can you have a little ash in this cigarette, it should be mixed with pine cigarettes, it's not that I said you, don't do it if you can't do it, don't make these deceptions, I don't know how your family taught you. Speaking of this, Steward Zheng muttered vaguely: "Also, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked." ”

After Steward Zheng finished saying these words, there were whispers around him.

Zhen Niang's hands clenched into fists, her face turned pale, and her eyes stabbed Zheng coldly: "Steward Zheng, if you take a closer look, you can twist the bituminous coal with your hands and you will understand, Hugh is here to speak ill and hurt people." ”

Bituminous coal is black with gray, precisely because her bituminous coal is extremely fine, the more refined it is, and the color is lighter, this is just a visual problem, as long as you twist the bituminous coal with your hand, you can understand.

"Phew, I've been looking at bituminous coal for more than ten years, and I know that this color is mixed with pine bituminous coal, forget it, for the sake of you being a disciple of the Li family, give you some face, I will accept it today, and the loss of the ink mill is still lost, but you don't want to receive the next materials, go back and send back the oil lamp and porcelain bowl and other utensils, and this matter is over."

After speaking, then Steward Zheng asked the guy to take down the porcelain jar.

Zhen Niang snatched the porcelain jar from the guy's hand with an arrow at this time. hugged in his arms: "Steward Zheng, you wait, you have to give me an explanation." ”

Zhen Niang gritted her teeth and finished speaking, holding the porcelain jar and turning away.