After Mo Niang saw Wang Shao'an come back with a handful of goose feathers, her curiosity rose again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What kind of bizarre fame is this old king doing?" Mo Niang thought.

So she went to Qingshui Hall to observe.

"Lao Wang, you said that you made a bunch of goose feathers, can this also be made into any medicine?" Mo Niang asked curiously.

"No, no, no." Wang Shaoan shook his head and said with a mysterious look.

"So what is this going to do?"

"Want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

"Follow me." Wang Shaoan smiled slightly.

He began to try his best to recall the process of making the quill, which had just been taken off the body of the big white goose, and it was grease, and the presence of grease would affect the absorption of ink. So the first step is to remove the grease. The method of removing the grease is very simple, steam it in a steamer for a while, and the grease can be almost removed.

So Wang Shaoan hurriedly lit a fire, and at the same time asked Mo Niang to move a steamer over. After the fire is burned, put the steamer on it, put the thick goose feathers in it and steam it for a while, the fat is removed, and the simple first step is successful.

Because the texture of the goose feather rod is soft, and the nib needs to be hard, if the nib is soft, it is easy to write the words, so the part of the nib should be hardened. The method is also very simple, Wang Shaoan made half a pot of sand, put it on the stove to heat, and when it was burned to a similar temperature, he inserted goose feathers into the heated sand, and then waited for the temperature to drop naturally.

As time passed, the temperature of the sand gradually decreased, the nib became opaque, and it became almost hard, and the second process was successfully completed. Next, the third process, which is the more critical step, is to sharpen the tip.

He used the knife he bought, carefully sharpened the nib, according to the shape of the fountain pen nib, sharpened into a pointed nib, cut a knife from the middle of the nib after cutting, leaving a thin crack, and then used a small bamboo skewer to dredge the scaly material at the pen barrel, so as not to affect the circulation of ink.

And just like that, a batch of improvised quill pens was ready.

"That's it." Wang Shaoan looked at this batch of finished quill pens and showed a satisfied smile, don't write with a brush in the future, it will be much faster to write with a quill pen.

Mo Niang picked up a quill pen and looked at it curiously for a long time, but she didn't see anything special, so she asked curiously: "Lao Wang, what is this?" ”

"Hehe, I want to know to come with me." Wang Shaoan remains a mystery.

Wang Shaoan picked up a quill pen, walked to the front hall, dipped it in the ground ink, and then wrote on the paper.

A beautiful block letter.

"Wow, it turned out to be a pen, Lao Wang, your writing is better than the fly's head." Looking at this beautiful and easily recognizable hand, Mo Niang couldn't help but praise.

Wang Shao'an snorted: "That's not it, our old king is a genius, he knows everything, he knows everything." Hostess, you can try it too. ”

"Is that okay?"

"Why not!"

So Wang Shao'an got up and gave up his seat. Mo Niang's curious look, her snow-white slender fingers twisted up the quill pen, and she looked left and right, like a little girl.

"Lao Wang, how can you write with such a small pen?" She asked, looking up at the big watery eyes.

Mo Niang just twisted her index finger and thumb, she didn't remember how Wang Shaoan grabbed the pen just now.

At this time, Wang Shaoan stretched out his hands and adjusted Mo Niang's pen action. The moment I touched her hand, my heart melted, and my hand with a little flesh was smooth and tender, not like a hand that had done things for so many years.

"And then, how do you write?" Mo Niang drew a few strokes on the paper and found that this kind of pen did not go well with her hand at all.

Wang Shaoan smiled slightly, and continued to stretch out Wan Evil's right hand, this time Wang Shaoan hugged Mo Niang's entire little hand with his big palm.

Mo Niangfang's heart moved, and her pretty face was already red at this moment.

Wang Shaoxin also jumped up, as if he heard a call in the dark, he wanted to stand up hard, and he wanted to break through the shackles of this desolate force.

He also said seriously: "In this way, the edge of the little thumb and palm against the table, the index finger and thumb gently twist the barrel of the pen, and then you want to write whatever you want, use your wrist to drive the palm of your hand and write gently." ”

Don't leave.

Wang Shaoan followed Mo Niang's hand and wrote these two words on the paper, this is her name, and Wang Shaoan also knew it.

"Mo Li, boss, your name is really nice." Wang Shaoan praised.

"Hey, I haven't used these two words for a long time, this name was given to me by my mother, and I haven't used it since I got married." Mo Niang said with a smile.

"Excuse me, boss, are your parents still alive?" Wang Shaoan asked.

"He is a good old man, in his hometown, with my brother taking care of him, he has no worries about food and clothing." Mo Niang said while slowly writing on the paper.

"Then you, why have you been divorced for so long, why don't you go home and live with your family?" Wang Shaoan said curiously.

"Hey, isn't this married daughter just like water spilled? I've been alone for so many years, but when I first came out, I really wanted to go home. After all, I was still young at that time, and I didn't know much about it. However, after so many years of living alone, I am actually used to it, and I feel uncomfortable when I go home for two days during the New Year's holidays. Mo Niang sighed and said with a smile. This smile represents strength, loneliness, and a desire for one's own life.

Isn't life like this, when a person is out of the lively atmosphere, he will feel lonely and lonely, and it is only a matter of time before this loneliness is cured.

"Actually, I've always wanted to find someone to marry, teach my husband and children, and enjoy the joy of family, at the beginning, hey, how can it be so simple." Mo Niang's face became sad.

Wang Shaoan thought about it at this moment, the folk customs of the Tang and Song dynasties were actually the most open period in ancient Chinese history, of course, compared to other dynasties. He asked, "After all these years, no one wants to talk to you?" ”

Wang Shaoan is not good at using any words, it is too avant-garde to fall in love, and the object of use is too vulgar, so it is more appropriate to chat.

"Actually, it's not nothing, it's just, hey, anyway, it's just that I don't want to get married. Because of those two years of life, I was too desperate, so if I can't find a suitable one, it's better to live alone, although it's lonely, but it's free, wouldn't it be good. Mo Niang said.

The two years of life that Mo Niang refers to are the two years after getting married, when his husband was not dead. His husband didn't come home every day and night, and he was out hanging out with his eldest brother all day long.