"Bai Dong, this kid is weird, the king asked him to report the course he told every day, and he really reported it truthfully, to see what he had done, to enlighten young children, and not to give priority to etiquette and music"

Li Jiang half leaned on the brocade couch, holding an open bamboo slip in his hand, which was full of crooked and slanted words, but a hundred and ten words, there were more than a dozen typos alone, so what about being a gentleman? But she couldn't laugh, this kid's handwriting is extremely bad, but the content of the text is very thought-provoking.

"Etiquette takes many years to cultivate, how can the people of Yishi Village have such a background? Wang Ting Yale has to pay a lot of money, even if I am only barely able to make a set of music equipment in Liyang Palace, and there is a lack of truly clever musicians, it is difficult for Xijun to be for this kid Xijun, what words did that kid write on the Jianshu to make you so fascinated? ”

"This kid wrote a story that was so moving, didn't you see it, it turned out that the first lesson of the Bai family's private school was neither edified by etiquette and music, nor did he talk about the "Book of Songs" and "Analects", but he told a story"

Li Jiang raised his head slightly, and there were tears in his eyes: "In the eighth year of the king, there was a little girl in the Yue Kingdom, her parents and relatives died in the war, only she and her younger brother were left, her family used to be a nobleman, and the girl would not do anything else to make a living, so she bought a basket of flints with the last money, and then went to sell them all over the street, 'Who will buy my flints, who will buy my flints', but no one heard her cry for selling, and for a whole day, she couldn't even sell a piece of flint." Her requirements are not high, as long as she can sell the flint, she can exchange money to buy some pen and ink and empty books for her brother, and the younger brother can study under her husband for one more day, she follows those nobles in brocade clothes and angry horses, and sells them again and again, hoping that they can go back and buy her a piece of flint. It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and there was a rare heavy snow in Yue Country, so she walked in the snow, her shoes had long been torn, revealing frostbitten toes"

The more Ying Lian listened, the more angry he became, and he punched the couch: "Those nobles deserve to die!" Tell it on, Xijun, the story must be complete after the most lucrative story, right? The widow guessed that the little girl who sold flints must have sold all her flints, or that she met a kind nobleman and lived happily with her brother ever since? ”

"I'm going to disappoint you. It was getting dark, and a feast was set up in the nobleman's house, and the little girl leaned against the wall of the nobleman's house, smelling the aroma of roast sheep, and illuminating herself with flint, hoping to get a little warmth, and in the firelight, she saw her parents and relatives, as if she had returned to the happy days of dawn, and the servants of the nobleman's family found the little girl frozen to death outside the wall, with a smile on her face, and a flint in her hand, as if that was the last hope that her brother could continue to go to school."

"Damn, shit!"

Ying Lian is also a heroic character who has killed countless people, but he was moved to tears by this story, and asked Li Jiang with red eyes: "What are you for?" How could the aristocracy fall to this place after that, this is unreasonable! ”

"Hey, did you forget that this story happened last year? Since then, the Yue Kingdom has been in turmoil, and there is no monarch so far, who will care about a child of a fallen aristocratic family? ”

Li Jiang frowned and looked at Ying Lian for a long time, and suddenly chuckled: "That kid is so bad, he really deceived the king, you came to see, and the bamboo slip also wrote a text after the most - this matter is made up by the minister, I hope that Mrs. Jun will not regret it." Look, how bad is this kid? ”

"He's not bad, he's smart. The children of the Bai family had suffered hardships, but the sudden wealth would make them lost; After Bai Dong told this story, the children must have cried miserably, as long as they are not stupid, they will understand how difficult it is to have a chance to enter the school. Xijun, this is the way of the soldiers, for the generals to send troops to swear, is to boost the morale of the three armies, but Bai Dong encouraged the children of the Bai family to learn on the first day of class, the story or he made it up, but everyone was moved by it, this son is talented! The widow just didn't understand, why didn't Lao Ganlong and Gongsun Jia tell such a beautiful story? Otherwise, the young officer would not have been so stubborn."

"Your Majesty, your own son is not angry, but he blames the doctor, isn't this the way of the king?"

Li Jiang sneered: "The minister's wife is becoming more and more curious now, that kid has made a good start, but I don't know what he will do next?" Without a true aristocratic background, it is not easy to successfully enlighten young children."

***

Bai Dong suddenly felt that his ears were itching, it must be that the disrespectful Mrs. Guo was gossiping about her own family again, right? I didn't have time to scratch my ears, the back of my hands was splashed with toner, and the people were still watching him demonstrate, but couldn't he become a big face, and didn't he want to sing on stage?

Papermaking can be done slowly, and simple wooden pens can be used temporarily before suitable bamboo is found, but the toner of this era must be improved; What's that thing called now? Since Zhou Shixingyi discovered that charcoal ash can be turned into ink, it has not been improved for hundreds of years, and the nobles and scholars thought that the articles that could be passed on to future generations should be engraved on bamboo slips, and they disdained pen and ink; Ordinary Li people don't care about this thing, but today's so-called 'ink' is still used to burn smoke with wood, and after the ash at the bottom of the pot is formed, it is accompanied by rice juice in flour water, and every time it is used, it is like a farmer's cooking, and there is no elegance at all.

And this kind of 'ink' written words are not yellow or black, can not last, do not improve, can not be improved, can not imagine the tragic scene of the grass white and tender little hands on the bamboo slips, not to mention that he also has to write Mengxue textbooks, such a large workload, does it all rely on lettering?

Dozens of are about to be transferred to' The people of the working class were looking at Bai Dong curiously, the pine smoke powder cleared out of the strange pottery had been filled with more than a dozen large pots, and dozens of large cauldrons were placed in front of them, and the shells of the turtles that had been peeled off were thrown into the boiling water with the skirt and were constantly boiling; Heian Lang was inspecting these cauldrons back and forth, and suddenly stood still, beckoned a few clansmen to get up from the pot, and poured out the slurry water, and when he saw that the wooden basin was about to be full, he let him pour it, until the slurry water was full of the basin edge, and it was strange, the slurry water seemed to have become viscous, obviously higher than the side of the basin, but it would not overflow。

After the slurry water gradually cooled, it turned into trembling gelatin, like the favorite jelly of the children in later generations, Bai Dong stretched out his fingers and flicked it, only to feel that the finger touched the place was extremely slippery, but there was no wet feeling, it was done! With this thing, rosin ink in the real sense is ready to come out.

First find a small wooden basin, try the proportion and quantity again and again, and finally determine it, Bai Dong began to let the clansmen put the pine smoke powder and turtle gum into the cauldron according to the fixed proportion, and heat it with a slight fire below, and the two clansmen were responsible for a large cauldron, and slowly stirred it with a wooden stick in the clockwise direction he stipulated.

With the continuous heating and stirring, the smoke powder gradually blended with the turtle gum, becoming darker and brighter than before, revealing a faint ink fragrance containing the smell of pine wood, and the surrounding suddenly sounded excited discussions, and the clansmen did not know what a great thing they had done, that is, they smelled good and wanted to pounce on it and eat two bites.

What ink! I have never seen such a dark and fragrant ink, the ones that the housekeeper bought can be thrown away, Bai Dong smiled and narrowed his eyes

ps: The second more, please recommend the collection, thank you for the light and darkness :)