Because after the curfew, he entered Quanshanfang and found a hostel, so Du Shiyi naturally left Wang Wei behind that night. The last time, because of his hangover, he rushed to Cui's house in Yongfeng Li for a banquet the next day, and the score was not left for Wang Wei. Wang Weixing arrived, and called the store to send wine, and then asked for Du Shiyi's pipa, which actually played the song he played last time in Bi Guogong's Dou Mansion again, except for a few innocuous small mistakes, the rest was not bad, Du Shiyi naturally couldn't help but be amazed.

In the end, he is a genius, compared with ordinary people, it is a world of difference!

Even so, he still wrote a score on the spot and sent it away, and then under Wang Wei's soft grinding and hard bubbles, he had to play a few other tunes with the Pei family pipa fingering taught by Pei Ning, and by the way, he appreciated Wang Wei's two new poems, and the topic talked about the geography of mountains and rivers from the wind and snow, and the impression seemed to be red because of things like weishenme and linhu. By the time the two of them fell asleep from exhaustion, it was already the second half of the night. This night, Du Shiyi slept groggyly, and in a trance, he vaguely felt that someone was pushing him, so he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun."

Seeing the round black face clearly, Du Shiyi woke up suddenly. Recognizing that it was Tian Mo, he rubbed his forehead vigorously, only to find that on the other side of the mat, Wang Weizheng, who was personable when he came last night, was lying there on all fours, and he could still hear bursts of even snoring. Thinking of talking with this guy last night, and then he was in a hurry, and asked the store to bring some wine, and he fought when he got to Zuihou, he couldn't help but shake his head again, and then he sat up.

"How are you? What about Thirteen Niang and Bamboo Shadow? ”

"The lady said, Lang Jun is about to leave, and he wants to go to the Buddhist Temple in the fang to pray for blessings, so he took the bamboo shadow and the shopkeeper's lady with him, and left me because I was afraid that Lang Jun would wake up and no one would serve him."

Speaking of this, Tian Mo paused, and when he saw that Du Shiyi nodded and was about to get up, he hurriedly stepped forward to help take out the clean clothes prepared by the early bamboo shadow and serve Du Shiyi to dress. However, following the Du family brothers and sisters, he has hardly done this kind of carry-on thing, and he is clumsy at this time, and he doesn't know what to do with the leather belt. It wasn't until Du Shiyi took the things from his hand with a dumb smile that he couldn't help but pat his head: "By the way, I almost forgot." It was because someone outside hurriedly came to find Lang Jun that I came in. It's that Wu Jiu. ”

Hearing that Wu Jiu was coming, Du Shiyi remembered what he had told him to do a few times ago, so he immediately nodded, tied the leather belt with three times and divided by two, and ordered Tian Mo to bring people to the courtyard. Before going out, he glanced at Wang Wei, who was sleeping soundly, and there was a thick quilt on his body, thinking that he was also covered with a quilt when he woke up, and knew that it must be Du Sanniang or Zhuying who had come in to check, otherwise they wouldn't remember these at all after they got drunk last night. If it weren't for burning a charcoal basin indoors and drinking so much wine to warm up, I would have froze sick a long time ago!

Seeing each other again, Wu Jiu's face was a little more respectful. The matter of Lu Hong's official return to Songshan has been spread all over the eastern capital, and Du Shiyi's rì is also very famous in Bi Guogong's Dou Mansion. If it was said that he still had some helpless feelings about selling his body in the past, but Du Shiyi gave up a lot of profits and never dictated to him, so he made up his mind not to look back. But none of these can compare to the perception of going to the Eastern Capital this time, and his heart of gain and loss has almost disappeared. At this moment, after he had saluted, he talked about the news he had found out with the masonry of the river.

"Guangdong Duanxi produces good stone, masonry carved into stone inkstone, in the land of Lingnan, one side can often get 10,000 money, so Song Xiangguo previously from the governor of Guangdong to pay homage to the prime minister, this Duanxi masonry Yang Zong wanted to raise the name of the end stone, and then managed to follow to Chang'an, and later transferred to the eastern capital. He thought that this stone inkstone is still worth 10,000 yuan in Lingnan, and when it comes to the two capitals, it is rare and expensive, and it can always be sold at a better price. And he wanted to ask Song Xiangguo for his reputation, Song Xiangguo was such an upright person, where would he agree. Now he only has that little money, and he doesn't even have enough money to go back to his hometown, and now he is extremely embarrassed. ”

Hearing this, Du Shiyi suddenly groaned. After thinking about it, he said, "Go again, and ask someone to come and see me." ”

Wu Jiu didn't expect Du Shiyi to see someone immediately, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Knowing Du Shiyi's unquestionable temper, he didn't dare to ask more, so he agreed and went immediately. Waiting to watch him leave, Du Shiyi turned around and returned to the house, lightly found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and opened the ink, Zuihou held the paper roll in his hand, and carefully recalled the "Book of Ink" that he had copied before

Gradually, his pen became fast, and when he reached zuihou spread the dozen pieces of paper on the high table to dry one by one, he was rubbing his wrists, only to hear a voice behind him: "What is this?" ”

Du Shiyi had just been concentrating on recalling the silent writing, and had long forgotten that there was still a sleeping person in the room, let alone noticed when the snoring disappeared. When he turned around, he saw that Wang Wei was standing behind him and looked down at the pieces of paper, with a thoughtful expression on his face, so he said with a smile: "This is the method of making ink mentioned in the books in the house in the past, and today I copied it out on a whim, and I plan to try it in the air." ”

"Oh?" Wang Wei picked up the paper with great interest, swept through the ten lines one by one, especially one of the drawings, Zuihou rubbed his chin and said, "With such a method of making ink, I may really be able to make good ink." It is impossible to say that in addition to Du Lang's book in the future, there will be more Du Lang Mo. ”

"Brother Wang, don't make fun of me." Du Shiyi took back the pieces of paper casually, and then said with a smile, "In fact, what matters is not the ink making, but the ink kiln, and of course, the shape of the ink." Nowadays, the most popular ink pill ink snail on the market, but what I want to make is an ink ingot that is as square as many tribute ink. I only hope that when the time comes, it will be as hard as jade as it says in this book. Of course, I'm afraid it's not enough to just talk on paper, can Brother Wang know the inkmen in the market? ”

"In the Eastern Capital, there are one or two familiar ink workers. But if it is really as hard as an ink ingot, it can only be ground in the stone inkstone. Otherwise, if it is replaced with a pottery inkstone, I am afraid that it will be damaged and unusable in a few years. ”

"It's Shi Yan!"

Du Shiyi didn't seem to be selling it, but Wang Wei's curiosity was really hooked by him. He didn't believe that Du Shiyi would really do it on a whim, so Suo Xìng sat down cross-legged across from him. Knowing that Du Shiyi had ordered someone to invite a Duanxi masonry, he couldn't help but frown and ponder, and after a while, he asked with some uncertainty: "I remember that since the beginning of the dynasty, the stone inkstone has gradually been used, which was not common in the previous two Han Dynasty, Wei, Jin, and Sui periods. Duanxi is far away in Guangdong, the road is far away, how can there be Duanxi masonry to come to the eastern capital? ”

"I don't know. It's just that I met Yazhai in Nanshi, which specializes in the four treasures of the study, and I paid attention to it for a while. ”

I don't know if Yang Zongwan lives not far from Quanshanfang, or because Du Shisanniang and Zhuying were delayed in the Buddhist temple, in short, the two of them have not come back, and Wu Jiu has already invited them. He was still dressed in the same brown coarse cloth clothes as before, his face was a little nervous when he entered the room, his hands were tightly clutching the burden in front of him, and his eyes were staring at Du Shiyi and Wang Wei with some jǐng. It wasn't until he recognized Du Shiyi that Shi Yan who said in Yazhai that he was just a young man who had not met a bosom friend, Wu Jiu was not deceiving himself, he was a little more relaxed, but he bowed his head with his burden.

"I've seen two Langjun."

"You may be seated." Du Shiyi smiled, and knelt down to sit down a little nervously when he saw that the person was a little nervous, and he asked with a smile, "Last time I said goodbye to Nanshi, I was curious for a while, so I asked the servant to inquire about your residence, and now I have invited you to come." That rì in Yazhai saw a few square stone inkstones, the stone quality is quite extraordinary, look at your burden, have brought? ”

"Yes...... No, no, only the most haode party. Yang Zongwan nodded first, and then hurriedly shook his head, and when he saw that Du Shiyi was not angry, he carefully untied the burden in his arms. Wang Wei looked at it with great interest, and saw that the stone inkstone on that side was pure and flawless, and it seemed to be glowing with royal blue sè faintly, which was clean and transparent, which made people feel that it was not an ordinary product at first sight. In addition to the inkstone pond of zhōngyāng, this rectangular stone inkstone has only a vigorous green pine carved on the top and square, and a few cloud patterns are carved on the green pine, which is simple at first glance, but when you look at it, your eyes seem to be attracted. And this green pine moire is along the stone pattern, as if it is not carved with a knife, but it is natural.

"It doesn't seem that this thing is among the stone inkstones sold by Yazhai before?"

"Lang Jun is right, this is the best stone inkstone obtained from Duanxi quarrying for so many years, and the carving is even more jīng heart, so it has never been shown to anyone." Speaking of this, Yang Zongwan smiled bitterly, "I thought that Duanshi was too cheap in Lingnan, but who knew that no one cared about it in the north." It's been so long, and it's only sold to a mere one...... This square stone inkstone originally wanted to dedicate it to Song Xiangguo for a good reputation, but Song Xiangguo was upright, and he had no way to see him several times, but he was unwilling to take it out, and sold it as cheaply as an ordinary stone inkstone. This time, because of what Lang Jun said and the clan, a certain party brought it here, and I only hope that it can find a soulmate. ”

Duanxi Masonry quarries countless stones, but he is still poor and poor, he desperately wants to try to see if he can find a way out of Liangjing by himself without relying on those merchants, now it seems that he is thinking too simply!

Hearing this, Wu Jiu, who had just brought people in, couldn't help but pout. It's a nice word, but no matter how you listen to it, it looks like asking for a high price!