Just when Old Man Tian instructed Tian Ronghua.

It is still evening, and a touch of sunset in the west has not yet set, obliquely shining on the mottled horse-head wall, reflecting the new leaves of the creeper on it are even more verdant and green, looking full of vitality.

At this time, Mrs. Li stood under the gatehouse of Li's ink shop with a gold-lettered signboard of tribute ink.

Today's Li's ink shop has a history of more than 100 years, the gatehouse is built with sour branch wood, and the erosion of wind and rain makes the original jujube red gatehouse more vicissitudes.

But this vicissitudes of life reveal a long and eternal life, witnessing the ebb and flow of the world, and the rise and fall of the family.

At this time, Mrs. Li was holding the tribute ink signboard, and she was very excited.

"Old lady, old man, quickly hang up the sign of Gongmo." The workers of the ink workshop all shouted excitedly, today the news that the Li family got the right to pay tribute to the ink came out, and the entire ink workshop was jubilant.

Mrs. Li looked at the workers who came around at this time, and then held up the tribute ink sign: "Over the years, Li Mo has had ups and downs, ups and downs, but the only thing that the old man is grateful for is everyone, when Li Mo encountered difficulties and Li Mo was silent and depressed, he still did not abandon Li Mo, and still supported Li Mo conscientiously, so today's victory is everyone's credit, and the old body is here to thank everyone." ”

When Mrs. Li said this, she held the tribute ink sign and bowed to everyone.

"The old lady is too polite, this can't afford it, which of us people has not received the favor of the Li family, which family does not rely on the Li family to survive, we have long been a part of Li Mo, and we have done everything we should do." Immediately, several old workers gave up their hands one after another.

"Good. Not much to say. But. This sign can't be hung today, and if you want to hang it, you have to hang it until the end of the bucket ink. At this time, Mrs. Li said again.

Hearing Mrs. Li say this, everyone's original excitement decreased a little, and their faces couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Originally, I was happy to get the right to pay tribute to ink, but with a holy decree, the Li family had another errand to fight with the Japanese people.

Although everyone didn't believe that Li Mo would lose to the Japanese people, there was no old saying. If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of what if. If something goes wrong, the Heavenly Family's mind is too unpredictable.

Alas, the Li family can't live in peace even if they get tribute.

Then everyone dispersed, and Zhen Niang helped her grandfather and the seventh grandmother into the ink workshop together. Old Steward Shao had already set up the incense table, lit the incense again, and then offered the sign of tribute ink and the holy decree.

Then the crowd sat down.

The stewards congratulated the proprietor on winning the right to pay tribute. After that, they discussed the next thing about Doumo.

Zhen Niang took out a stack of materials, all of which were about Nanjing Lianji Yingsong fighting with people, and there were also many ink masters who analyzed the characteristics of ink.

First of all, the texture is very light, which means that the smoke fine glue is light. Second, it smells fragrant. In addition, the ink is silent, the ink is clear, and so on, all of which are the best performance of ink, and when writing, its ink color is very bright, and the same rain and wet pen and ink do not melt. The biggest feature is that you can see the handwriting clearly without turning on the lights at night.

"But it's mixed with night pearl powder?" Hearing Zhenniang's introduction that the Japanese ink could see the handwriting at night, the seventh grandmother asked.

"Seventh grandmother, the information says that the Nanjing Ink Affairs Division, our family, the Tian family, and several ink masters of the Cheng family in Nanjing jointly researched, and found that the ink was not mixed with night pearl powder, and the reason why I was able to see the handwriting clearly at night should be the reason for the millennium pine." Zhen Niang said, the pine smoke of the thousand-year-old pine, the grease is very heavy, coupled with the heaviness of time, the luster is contained, and at night, the luster of the connotation is spit out, and the handwriting is naturally outlined.

"But where are we going to find this thousand-year-old pine?" At this time, Steward Shao on the side said anxiously.

"I asked Zhengyan to take two ink masters to Huangshan to find it, I don't believe it, the whole mountain, there is no thousand-year-old pine?" Uncle Jing said with a cold face.

Hearing Li Jingdong's words, the people sitting there frowned, the entire Yellow Mountain peaks and peaks, I don't know how many strange pines and strange stones are hidden in it, I think there are always thousands of years of pine, but the entire Yellow Mountain is full of clouds, and it is full of cliffs, and there are big insects infested in it, and several uncles in the seventh room of the Li family died in the Yellow Mountain in order to find the strange pine.

Could it be that this tragedy will happen again?

"Don't worry, there are two jars of 500-year-old pine bituminous coal at home, we can try it first, and then open a reward, there are many ink shops in Huizhou, don't look at some small ink shops are not popular, but most of them have some origins, which ones have some treasures of the town, so that they can't inquire first, and when the time comes, my Li family will not hesitate to go bankrupt." At this time, Mrs. Li said.

Hearing what Mrs. Li said, everyone nodded. In fact, it is just a comfort to go to Huangshan to find it, there is not much time left for the Li family, and Huangshan is so big, who knows where there is a thousand-year-old pine? It's a hard thing to come by.

It is Zhen Niang, at this time I can't help but think of the famous welcome pine of the Yellow Mountain in the future, it has a history of thousands of years, of course, maybe there is no time at this time, but the history of seven or eight hundred years is also indispensable, there is a history of seven or eight hundred years, with her own cigarette jishu, the ink color of the thousand years pine is not a problem, she climbed the Yellow Mountain several times in her previous life, and she also knows a rough idea of the location of the welcome pine, and it is much easier to find it.

It's just that in later generations, the welcome pine has almost become a symbol of the Yellow Mountain, if she really starts at the welcome pine, then she will not become the sinner of the Yellow Mountain, to be honest, she really can't do it.

Well, she'll have to think about it for two more days. Let's take a look first.

At this moment, a guy came to report: "Old man Cheng San is here." ”

"Oh, please." Mrs. Li said, and then everyone walked outside to greet her.

Old Man Cheng San didn't come alone, he also brought two guys and pulled a board cart with a stone mortar and a stone pestle on the board cart.

The stone mortar and the stone pestle are in the same pattern, apparently taken from a stone.

"Brother Cheng, who are you?" Seeing this stone mortar and stone pestle, the old shopkeeper Li was faintly excited.

There are rumors about this stone mortar and stone pestle in Huizhou.

It is rumored that the ancestors of the Cheng family dared to be the Taishan stone, and asked the monks to open the light, and then made this stone mortar and stone pestle. Then there was the Cheng family's famous Xuanyuan Spiritual Qi Ink. It is said that ink was made from this stone mortar and stone pestle. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits. The name of Xuanyuan Aura also comes from this.

Although it is a bit mysterious, this thing is handed down by the ancestors of the Cheng family, which cannot be faked.

"It is said that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, my Cheng family's thing is also a treasure, and the ink ball pounded with this stone mortar and stone pestle can be more polished, and the ink made is darker and brighter, so I will borrow it from you first. It can be regarded as doing my Cheng family's heart. Grandpa Cheng San said, and then blew his beard and glared at Li Zhenniang and said, "Girl, you are not allowed to remember your Grandpa Cheng's thing, but you have to return it when you run out." ”

"Thank you to the third grandfather, I will return it on time, and I will never remember it." Zhen Niang understood that Grandpa Cheng San was deliberately joking, so she also raised her hand and promised with a smile.

In this case, the Li family is not hypocritical, but just readily let people accept it.

"Alas, speaking of the past. I have seen that the Luo family's pot of boiling glue is made of meteorite from outside the sky. The glue is particularly clear, and the ink made of this glue is like old ink, but it is a pity that the Luo family has fallen, and the Tian family has not seen this pot when they take over the Luo family's ink workshop, and now this pot is missing, which is really a big pity. At this time, Grandpa Cheng San shook his head again and again.

"Third grandfather, the pot is here." At this moment, a smiling voice suddenly came from outside the door of Mofang, who is it not Luo Wenqian?

At this time, Luo Wenqian and Luo Ping'an twisted a pot ear and entered the Li family's ink shop.

As soon as he saw Luo Wenqian screwing the pot in, Cheng Sanye's eyes lit up, so he hurried over, circled around the pot, and kept smacking in his mouth: "Yes, yes, it's this pot, you stinky boy, I've been asking you for a long time before, and you're pretending to be deaf and dumb with me, right?" ”

"Third Grandpa Cheng, you are a baffled boy, I really didn't know the boy before, this was found in the ancestral hall of the Luo family when my third uncle helped me take care of the ancestral hall." Luo Wenqian smiled and shouted.

"Hmph." Cheng Sanye snorted angrily, old and young, the older this person is, the smaller his temperament becomes.

Luo Wenqian also smiled leisurely on the side, as for whether he really didn't know before, or if it was an excuse or something, no one would really care.

Seeing the Cheng family and Luo Wenqian like this, Old Man Cheng's heart was agitated, at this time, he didn't say much politely, and directly let people accept it, but he was even more confident in the coming Doumo.

In a word, the Li family is not fighting alone.

Old Shopkeeper Li and Cheng Sanye made an appointment to wait until the end of the ink fight, and then conspire to get drunk.

Then Cheng San's grandfather said goodbye, Zhenniang sent him out, and when she came back, she heard her grandfather saying to Luo Wenqian: "Wenqian, when you are free, let the third uncle and third uncle of Luo Village come here." ”

"Yes, I said haode, when the Gongmo election is over, your wedding date will be set, we want to simply, just do your marriage before Doumo." It was Mrs. Li who spoke.

Zhenniang was outside, first listened to her grandfather's words, only felt that her heartbeat was a little faster, and there was a sense of joy, she actually had some numbers in her heart, she had already said haode when she was married, and the marriage date was set after the end of Gongmo, and it was reasonable to invite the third uncle and third uncle of the Luo family to come.

It's just that the words of the seventh grandmother made her surprised for a while, and she got married before Doumo? This is too fast, besides, I still have to prepare for Doumo.

Grandpa's body, the doctor has spoken, and he can't touch the ink, and the Li family is in addition to his own grandfather, so the next ink-making jishu will count her, at this time, how can she get married? I have to wait for the end of the ink fight.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Zhen Niang also understood the hard work of the seventh grandmother and her grandfather. Although the Doumo Li family has the confidence to win, it is still the old saying, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens. Obviously, grandpa and grandma want to marry themselves before Doumo, so if Doumo loses, he has married into the Luo family, and he can't blame himself for any crimes.

Thinking of Zhen Niang, she talked about it in her heart, and wanted to enter the house, but she also knew that once the two old people decided, she was afraid that she would not be able to do it herself, so she had to discuss it with Wen Qian.

Thinking about it, Zhen Niang withdrew from the ink shop and stood under the locust tree not far from the door of the house, Wen Qian would pass by here in a while, and then come up with ideas with him, this guy has a lot of ideas.

At this time, as soon as the sun sets, the sky turns gray and gray.

In the distance, Zhenniang saw Tian Ronghua coming over with something in his hand.

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Thanks to Mei Shu, book friend 090510211048587, jeuan, Liu Ruochen's pink ticket, xiexie support!!! (To be continued......)