The three of them were busy working on the side, and Zhao's Du Shi and others also came around, only to know that they were making thermos buckets.

"The day before yesterday, Sister-in-law A Zhu came to my house to play, saw this, and wanted it too, and asked me how to get it, and asked me to help her get one." At this time, Du Shi spoke.

"Okay, sister-in-law, you ask her to get some straw, I'll help her make one, you are telling her, let her help us sell this straw insulation bucket, sell one in addition to the capital to give her 20% of the income." Zhen Niang used the direct sales of later generations.

"What do you mean, Zhenniang, this thing can make money?" On the side, Zhao's eyes glared at the copper bell.

"Of course, someone can make money if they need it, but this thing is simple, imitation is fast, and you can make some money at the beginning, but you can make a little bit of money, except for straw, don't spend any money." Zhen Niang said with a grin.

When Zhao heard Zhenniang say this, he immediately became energetic, with a wave of his hand, the whole family learned, and the eldest brother also said: "I'll get the straw, there are a lot of them in our oil mill, I'll talk to the owner." ”

Even Grandma Li also moved a small bamboo chair over and looked at it carefully.

"Eldest sister, then I can sell one for 20% of the profit." On the other hand, Brother Xi couldn't care about the scallion pancakes for a while, and raised a somewhat dark little face and asked.

"Yes, whoever sells it will get 20%." Zhen Niang said, and said to Yuejuan with a smile: "Yuejuan, your family now lives in Li's Ink Workshop, and the people over there are busy with work, this thing is applicable, you can help sell it again, and sell one for two percent of the profit." ”

Sun Yuejuan's mother is from the Li clan, and her father Sun Dahai is a small steward of the Li family's ink workshop. Since the city gate cave moved out, he has lived in the collection on the side of the ink workshop.

"Hmm." Yuejuan nodded heavily: "Recently, the ink workshop has started, busy to death, some people also take tung oil home to light cigarettes and take materials, there is no time to burn the pot at noon, they are all directly cold, my brother just ate cold rice yesterday, and he had diarrhea on the knot, it is good to have this thing, burn haode in the morning, and put it in to keep warm, at least it is a little warm at noon, so as not to eat a bad stomach." ”

On the one hand, Zhenniang listened to Sun Yuejuan's words, but she couldn't care about the hot and cold diarrhea, but asked with a surprised face: "Can you take tung oil home to light cigarettes and take materials in the ink workshop?" ”

"Yes, but there are requirements, twenty catties of tung oil must produce one pound of high-grade ink and tobacco materials, otherwise you will have to deduct wages, you will do it in vain, if you lose a lot, you have to pay for the tung oil money of the ink workshop." Sun Yuejuan said.

After a pause, he said: "Of course, if you light a good jishu and can take out more high-quality ink tobacco materials, in addition to paying the wages, the ink shop can also charge you more high-quality tobacco materials at the market price, which is quite expensive." My eldest brother Jishu is okay, and he also received a hundred lamps before, and he said, twenty catties of tung oil, he will be able to take out more than one catty and two taels of high-grade cigarette material, so that a month down is quite considerable. ”

The so-called cigarette reclaiming, in the previous life, the ink factory has been a barrel reclaiming, fully automated, but this era is not possible, all manual, is to put the tung oil in the oil lamp to light it, and then cover a porcelain bowl above the lamp, so that the burning black smoke dust is attached to the bottom of the porcelain bowl, this is the cigarette material, a period of time to collect it.

Zhen Niang found that there are capable people in Li's ink workshop, this incentive is equivalent to the performance of later generations, with this measure, then everyone must try to find a way to take out more high-quality ink smoke in the case of the same tung oil, so that the ink shop can use less copper oil to get more high-quality smoke materials, although the extra smoke materials have to be bought with money, but how are they all spent.

After all, it is difficult to get high-quality cigarettes.

Zhen Niang's heart moved, although the factory was mechanized in the previous life, but her grandfather had a private small ink workshop, which was used to make cigarettes by hand, it is said that before liberation, the ink factory was also this kind of manual ink tobacco, and a seventh-level skilled worker could manage two hundred oil lamps at a time.

Compared with Sun Yuejuan, the eldest brother is a lot more powerful.

In her previous life, Li Zhen helped her grandfather do this work, and she could manage a hundred oil lamps at a time.

Thinking of this, she was moved and asked Sun Yuejuan: "Yuejuan, can you help me ask your father, can I get some lamps and copper oil to come back to pick up the materials?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the back of the head snapped: "What kind of materials will you take, it will not be enough for you to lose copper oil money at that time." Zhao glared.

"Why wouldn't I, I helped Uncle Sun get it at Yuejuan's house last time, and Uncle Sun praised me." Zhenniang replied.

A few days ago, she went to Sun's house, and saw Sun's family lighting cigarettes and materials, but there were only a dozen lights.

On the other hand, Sun Yuejuan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, auntie, my father said, Zhenniang is worthy of being the granddaughter of the shopkeeper Li, and the heat for taking cigarettes is just right, and my eldest brother is not necessarily so accurate sometimes." ”

"Your dad is exaggerating, if she didn't mess up, it doesn't mean I'm wrong." Knowing that the girl is Mo Ruo's mother, Zhen Niang is a delicious ghost, and she is lazy when she can be lazy when she works, which is why she weishenme forces Zhen Niang to work in the original garden every day, this girl is not forced to do it.

Of course, Zhao also found that Zhen Niang has changed a lot recently, and she is diligent in doing things, but the ability to take cigarette materials is not a haode who can do it for a while, so she naturally doesn't know that if Zhen Niang's face has not changed, Lizi has been replaced.

"Then tell me, how can we take out more high-quality cigarettes?"

I don't know when, Grandpa Li came out with a cane, and was sitting on the wall and basking in the sun, and asked Zhenniang at this time.

"Well, generally speaking, the most particular about the heat, the smoke can't be burned too old, the smoke that is too old is coarse and dry, and it is not easy to ink, as for how to count the old and how to calculate the appropriate, this is all based on personal feelings, there is no too fine reason to say." Zhen Niang knew that her grandfather was testing her, so she stood up and said.

Li Jinshui nodded slightly when he listened, and he was strange in his heart, he knew what his son was expecting, and in the ink workshop, he was in charge of Japanese materials, and he didn't know anything about lighting cigarettes.

"You just said so-so, but what's special about it?" Li Jinshui coughed and asked again.

"Well, in addition to the heat, in fact, the fire head should be paid more attention to, the size of the flame, temperature, and stability are all crucial, the fire must be stable, not shaking, let alone sparks, if these can be mastered, not to mention the high-quality ink smoke, it is super ink smoke can be produced." Zhenniang continued to reply......

Yes, this girl is very clear

"Where did you learn this?" Li Jinshui asked suspiciously.

"Grandpa forgot? This is a note you wrote, I'll just look at it if I'm fine, and I'll write it down. Zhenniang turned around and went back to the house, and after a while took out a few notebooks.

These notebooks were found yesterday when she was tidying up the firewood room, and they are all about the knowledge and understanding of ink making.

At this point, it became the most haode explanation. Otherwise, it really can't be explained.

Providence, Li Jinshui squinted at the notes.

His ink-making jishu is taught by the uncle of the sect, and the first thing to pass on is naturally the Jingsheng of the sect, what about Jingfu's side, he wrote all his comprehension of ink-making into notes, as long as Jingfu can learn it with his heart, then jishu will not be worse than Jingsheng.

But Jingfu's kid drilled the tip of the horns, he didn't teach it himself, he didn't learn, and as a result, the few notes left to him were all thrown in the firewood room, but he didn't think that Zuihou would fulfill this second granddaughter.

"What is good ink?"

"Light weight, light glue, black color, clear sound, hard as jade, and smooth as silk."

……

"What is a moon group?"

"Xu Xianmo, the famous moon group, worth 30,000."

……

Grandpa Li asked a few questions in a row, and Zhenniang answered them one by one without pause.

"Go into the house and get the oil lamp at home, and then take a porcelain bowl, vegetable oil, and three chopsticks." Old Man Li said.

"I'll go." Xi Ge'er likes to join in the excitement the most, and after speaking, he ran into the kitchen. Zhen Niangzi also followed, so many things Xi Ge'er couldn't get at one time.

After a while, things were fetched.

Only Zhao and Du were twitching the corners of their mouths on the side, and they were reluctant to put a little more vegetable oil on weekdays, but they didn't expect to use it to burn at this time. Loser.

Next, it's up to Zhen Niang, pour the vegetable oil, light the oil lamp, the old man Li erected three chopsticks, and the porcelain bowl was covered on the oil lamp through these three chopsticks, which was actually stable.

Zhen Niang stared at the fire, and erected a door panel on one side of the lamp to block the wind, after all, this is in the courtyard, and the studio where cigarettes are lit is generally not ventilated.

After a while, Zhen Niang lightly lit the cigarette ash on the edge of the bowl, estimated that it was almost, and took off the bowl, sure enough, the bottom of the bowl was full of layers, and was about to get a piece of bamboo to scrape off the ashes, but I didn't think that Mr. Li picked up a chopstick, and scraped it clockwise along the edge of the bowl with the side in his hand, and actually scraped the soot around the bowl clean, and a pinch of cigarette material was piled at the bottom of the bowl.

Zhen Niang looked at it, it was really amazing, so that she could never use chopsticks, it had to be a bamboo piece or a bamboo knife.

"Cheng, you can do this job." Old Man Li twisted the cigarette material, nodded and said, but there was a sense of satisfaction in his voice.

The old man in the family nodded, Zhao had nothing to say, he didn't agree before, but he was afraid that the money would be wasted instead of making money, and now he saw that the old man agreed, and his heart was even happier.

"Zhenniang, why don't you go back with me and ask my father? If I can do it, I will go directly with my father to get it back. At this time, Sun Yuejuan also said excitedly.

"Done." Zhenniang nodded. The two of them went all the way out of the city gate.