"What's that book called?" It was something that Shen Mo saw from a certain magazine in his previous life, but fortunately, the magazine was marked with a source, so that he would not be embarrassed, and he clasped his hands together and said: "It seems to be "Yi Jianzhi". ”

"But it was written by Hong Jinglu in the Southern Song Dynasty?" Zhu Dashou frowned and asked.

Shen Mo nodded and said, "Not bad." There was another uproar in the crowd, you must know that "Yi Jianzhi" is not a raw and cold miscellaneous book, but a gossip book that the people like to see, and it is the favorite of readers.

The scholars present said that half of them had read the book, but none of them knew how to plate bottles. Some scholars were not happy and shouted, "Senior Brother Shen is not kind." "Why bother cherishing yourself?" "It's like, which book did you read it?" Of course, it was basically the Sanyin scholars who were noisy, and the Huiji scholars all felt that the silence was deliberately not telling the Sanyin people, so it was quite quiet.

Seeing that Shen Mo was criticized by everyone, Zhu Dashou felt very sorry, raised his voice and raised his hand and said, "Listen to me. "He seems to be the leader of the scholars of Sanyin, and he has some prestige, and he suppressed all the scholars at that time. I only heard him say aloud: "Senior Brother Shen is such a character, he will never lie." ”

"Then why haven't we seen this method from "Yi Jianzhi"?" The scholars wondered, "Isn't it a version?" ”

"There is no second version." Zhu Dashou slowly pondered: "It is said that the whole book of "Yi Jianzhi" was originally divided into the first zhi, the branch zhi, the third zhi, and the fourth zhi, and each zhi was arranged in the order of A, B, C, and D. 200 volumes of Jiazhi to Gui; 100 volumes each from Zhijia to Zhiqi and Sanjia to Sangui; Ten volumes each of the four A and four B. A total of four hundred and ten volumes. ”

"So many?" The scholars were incredulous: "At most, we have read more than a hundred volumes. ”

"It's not surprising." Zhu Dashou sighed and said: "Meng Yuan has been a disaster in the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, and many of my Chinese classics have been annihilated. It's not a strange thing that this "Yi Jianzhi" is scattered seventy percent. As he spoke, he arched his hand towards Shen Mo and said, "Presumably Brother Shen is blessed, and he will have many more volumes than us." ”

Shen Mo also suddenly realized: "That's the case! He was not a lover of ancient literature in his previous life, and he didn't know anything about ancient books, but as soon as he heard the title, he immediately remembered the tinsmith in the Song Dynasty, and Shaoxing City, a place full of books, was actually unknown, which made him very puzzled. After saying these great ribbons, a mystery in my heart was solved-it turned out that part was missing at this time, and it may have escaped from some corner later.

This is the correct interpretation, and this book is more than 400 years later. Many scholars worked together to collect some works from the "Yongle Canon" and many books, and then they were fleshed out again, and the method of silence was also collected later.

Zhu Dashou didn't inquire about the specific prescription, and said to Shen Mo that he would apologize for changing his name to the door, and then retreated.

But the onlookers did not disperse, they did not care about the origin of this method, they just wanted to know what was going on, and everyone was simply curious.

Those craftsmen wanted to ask Shen Mo to demonstrate in private, but how could the audience on the three floors inside and outside agree, and suddenly there was a wave of opposition, and there was a posture that if you don't let us see it, you won't be allowed to go.

Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, the two county officials hurriedly came out to maintain order, and Zhang Xiancheng let go of his voice and said, "Everyone listen to what the official says." There is a saying that 'insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness'. It's better for Shen Gongzi to demonstrate it here, you craftsmen, with your personal understanding of the surname, you can learn as much as you want. As for us laymen, that is, to see how this miracle was born, as for learning this craft, turning back and changing careers to compete with you, it is impossible. It turned out that Zhang Xiancheng, who was in a good mood, could say this, Shen Mo thought he was a stuffy gourd.

The audience all claimed that it was, and those craftsmen also felt that it was reasonable, although a few Da Jue were unwilling, but when they saw the general trend, they could only agree.

Asked Shen Mo again, he smiled happily: "Please prepare the same bottle, a small piece of gold, and some mercury." ”

After a while, the things he asked for were delivered and placed neatly on the table. Shen smiled and said: "It's okay for students to move their mouths, but as soon as they move, they will reveal their stuffing, and ask a master to catch a knife." As he spoke, he arched his hand into the crowd and said, "Seventh brother, please come up." ”

People followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man who was cowering, waved his hand in a panic and said, "I can't do it, I can't do it." Before the words fell, he was pushed out by a familiar young man beside him.

The man was the husband of the seventh girl, stumbling to the stage, and knelt down and kowtowed without knowing the direction: "Adult, adult, grass people, grass people......" caused the crowd to burst into laughter.

The craftsmen also sneered, and said to themselves, 'Look at this nest of bags, it is not a good way.' ’

Shen Mo walked up to him and said softly, "Don't be nervous, get up quickly." ”

The seventh brother seemed to be swinging, lowered his head and whispered: "Xiao Xianggong should change people, I'm too nervous." ”

Shen Mo lowered his voice and said: "You want to kneel if you can't lift your head for the rest of your life, and if you want the seventh sister to look down on you, stand up!" ”

The seventh brother trembled, and after a long while, he finally supported the ground with both hands and slowly stood up. He trembled violently, his lips trembled, and said, "I, I don't want her to look down on me." ”

Shen Mo smiled and took his arm, pressed him to the table and sat down, and said, "Just treat this as your desk, and tell the process of the day while doing it." As he spoke, he stepped back.

But he was grabbed by the seventh brother, and begged with a face full of begging: "I'm nervous, I can't say, I forgot what I did that day." ”

Shen Mo smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll explain." Only then did the seventh brother let go of his hand, and picked up the small hammer with a sweaty head, looking at him, as if he was holding a hundred and eight pounds of golden gourd thunderbolt hammer.

Shen silently cleared his throat, and everyone held their breath as he slowly said, "First beat the small gold nuggets into extremely thin gold leaf. "The seventh brother fixed the gold piece on a smooth iron plate, and used the small hammer to knock it up, at first a few times he was a little flustered, and gradually as the gold piece became thinner and thinner, the requirements for strength control became higher and higher, and he condensed all his spirit and energy between that square inch, and there was no trace of distraction.

I saw the little old man who was cowering in Pingyue, exuding a strong confidence all over his body, although he was engrossed, but the movements of his hands were getting faster and faster, and when they reached a certain level, he only saw a gray light, and he could no longer tell which was the hand and which was the hammer.

But the gold flakes grew thinner and lighter, and more and more wide.

Everyone calmed down, admiring this miraculous skill, and even those craftsmen who were originally disdainful widened their eyes in unison...... Everyone knows how to knock gold leaf, but none of them can do it as lightly and as fast as lightning.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the gold-sized piece of gold was knocked into a piece of gold leaf as square and as thin as a cicada's wings.

Gently putting down the hammer, the seventh brother breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Little Xianggong, I'm done." The cheers sounded like thunder, for the superb skills, people did not hesitate to praise, the seventh girl who rushed to hear the news, almost excitedly turned her back on the breath, pulled the person on the side and said: "That's my husband, that's my husband." "She looks down on this 'me' very much.

Shen Mo smiled and said, "I don't need to remind you for the rest, right?" ”

"I see." The seventh brother nodded and smiled, and wrapped the gold leaf tightly around the bottle. The craftsmen said to themselves, 'It seems that we are going to use the method of gilding.' ’

Then he gently peeled off the gold paper wrapped in the bottle, clamped it on a pair of silver chopsticks, carefully inserted it into the bottle, put some mercury into it, sealed the bottle mouth with cork, and shook the bottle up and down and left and right in a chic manner.

'Why is it used again?' The craftsmen wondered in their hearts, and Da Jue couldn't help but ask, "Is this okay?" ”

Shen Mo laughed and said, "It's basically okay, right, Seventh Brother?" The seventh brother hurriedly replied: "It will take half an hour." With no work at hand, he was at a loss again.

"Idle is idle." Shen Mo laughed and said, "I have two gold bills here, Seventh Brother might as well help me make a pair of jewelry." As he spoke, he handed him the two small ingots he had just won, and said softly: "What jewelry is worth what you play." ”

"Well, don't worry." Qige was a very powerful goldsmith in Kaifeng, and he fled to Shaoxing after suffering from the disaster of the Yellow River, but the locals generally believed that the northerners were clumsy and would give him these delicate jobs. If he can't open it, he can't eat, so he had to join the Shen family and become the husband of the seventh girl, but no one is willing to give him a chance, and he has been living in a nest until now, don't mention the grievances in his heart.

Otherwise, how can people say that there is no shortage of thousands of horses in this world, but there is a lack of Bole? There is no shortage of talented people in this world, but there is a lack of a stage for him to show?

Now that the little minister has given him this opportunity to make a name for himself, of course he has to perform well!

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