Xiao Yu entered the room with a stomach full of anger.

He said it so clearly, she still didn't understand?

Doesn't that look like a smart person? Why have you forgotten all the things you said before?

Xiao Yu, who had already entered the house, saw someone outside still standing under the eaves with a puzzled look, Xiao Yu couldn't wait to get into Xie Yuluo's heart and see what she was thinking!

As soon as Xie Yuluo figured out whether Xiao Yu wanted to let herself polish the ink, Xiao Yu's dissatisfied voice came from inside, "My ink is running out." ”

It's really ink!

Xie Yuluo was relieved, she really guessed correctly.

Xiaoge Lao made an order, she has to carry it out even if she goes up the knife mountain and goes down to the sea of fire!

Xie Yuluo hurriedly answered in a loud voice, and ran to Xiao Yu's house.

This was the first time Xie Yuluo entered Xiao Yu's house when Xiao Yu was still at home.

His room was outside, very clean and tidy, the bedding that he had slept on was neatly stacked on the bed, neatly folded, and there was not even a trace of dust in the room. In addition to the fresh and dust-free air now, the most important thing is that someone cleans and takes care of the room from time to time, so that the room does not fall a single bit of dust.

Cleanliness is cleanliness, and the house is cleaned up, so that people can look at it comfortably. If she gets married for the second time in the future, she will find a man with a habit of cleanliness, she will be responsible for cooking and laundry, and other things in the house will be done by men.

Xie Yuluo glanced at it lightly and raised her feet into the study.

The study was also clean, clean and refreshing, Xie Yuluo went straight to the desk and swept the position of the inkstone.

In addition to the pen mountain, there are only books and paper on the table, and because the desk is quite large, the inkstone is next to the pen mountain, and you can see it at a glance.

Xie Yuluo didn't know what to say, anyway, Xiao Yu was on the side, Xie Yuluo didn't want to get too close to him, took the inkstone, walked to the square table on the side and sat down to grind slowly.

Grinding ink, the heart is impatient, and the hands are not fast.

The ink grinding should be moderate, the ink grinder's posture should be correct, the ink block in his hand should be vertical and straight, and the inkstone should be vertically circled, not obliquely grinding, not directly pushing around, and not grinding at will.

This ink grinding is really a very test of the energy of the ink grinder, but fortunately, Xie Yuluo often grinded ink for her grandfather in her previous life.

Initially, grandpa would take some cheap inkstones for Xie Yuluo to practice, and later after practicing, grandpa used his own private collection of Duan inkstone that he was reluctant to use to teach Xie Yuluo how to ink, and now, Xie Yuluo is not only perfect for grinding ink, but also practicing good left hand grinding ink.

He already knows everything about gestures, strength, and water.

She turned her back to Xiao Yu and sharpened the ink with peace of mind, but Xiao Yu was a little nervous.

Xie Yuluo can't grind ink, if it is worn out, what should I do? You must know that this inkstone costs money, and if it is worn out, you will have to spend money to buy it.

What to do with this money!

Seeing Xie Yuluo with her back to her, Xiao Yu stretched her neck, but she couldn't see anything, and she became even more nervous.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu regretted a little: why did you call her in to polish her ink? Did you break your brain, or did you get into the water?

When she was at the village chief's house at that time, Xie Yuluo repeatedly refused the invitation of the Guan family, and Xiao Yu saw the hard work of her refusal, so she said something like that to relieve her.

If the inkstone is worn out, he deserves it.

Xiao Yu sighed, this inkstone is really worn out, and it will take time to buy it, the gains outweigh the losses, after thinking about it, he decided: to teach Xie Yuluo to grind ink, save it from being really worn.

"Do you grind ink? I'll grind it for you! Deciding to do it, Xiao Yu walked up to Xie Yuluo.

Xie Yuluo was grinding ink with her left hand, and when she heard Xiao Yu's voice, she turned around, and the ink block on her left hand was still in the inkstone, "Oh, no, I can grind it myself!" ”

After speaking, he took the ink block and continued to grind.

Xiao Yu saw her grinding with her left hand, thinking that she was replaced by her left hand when her right hand was tired of grinding, he stood next to her and looked at it for a while, and found that something was wrong.

Xie Yuluo sat straight and dignified, and the strength in her hands was even. Next to her right hand was a small clean bowl with clean water, to which she added a little water from time to time.

Just when Xiao Yu felt tired when she saw it, Xie Yuluo still wiped with her left hand, and there was no pause caused by uneven force when wiping the ink for the first time, her hand was always stable and powerful, not light or heavy, the speed was moderate, and the weight was moderate.

Xiao Yu stared blankly at the ink that gradually grinded out from Xie Yuluo's hands, the ink was shiny and shiny, not thick or light, even and delicate, which was called an appropriate benefit.

First time grinding ink?

Xiao Yu is not a fool, if he says that he can cook delicious food in the kitchen for the first time, he still believes that after all, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are in place, and if he is lucky, he should be able to cook delicious.

However, the craftsmanship of grinding ink is exquisite.

Push directly or indiscriminately, and the ink thickness is uneven. If you add too much water, the ink color is too light, and you grind for a long time, the left hand is still not slow, this must be a solid left hand grinding.

If a beginner sharpens the ink, it will only push back and forth in the ink.

Xie Yuluo can know so many truths about grinding ink for the first time, Xiao Yu doesn't believe it. This is not a person who has been instructed by a famous teacher and learned it by heart, and it is impossible to have such a mature skill.

Okay, let Xiao Yu marvel.

I saw Xie Yuluo put away the polished ink block, and then put the inkstone on the desk, "Grind it!" ”

Xiao Yu was amazed, but his face was not revealed at all.

"It's pretty good!"

Xie Yuluo's delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and she didn't care about Xiao Yu's praise.

It's not just good, in Xie Yuluo's eyes, in modern times, except for those who are old-timers and masters, under the teaching of her grandfather, she can't find anyone better than her among her peers in sharpening ink.

Grandpa is such a picky person, he has written calligraphy all his life, and he says that she sharpens it well, let alone sharpens ink for Xiao Yu.

How old is Xiao Yucai, and his insight ...... And where can it compare to modern people who receive information in all directions?

Xie Yuluo raised her eyebrows proudly: "Then I'll go out first!" Don't bother you to study and read! ”

After saying that, he walked away happily. After walking out of the house, Xie Yuluo breathed a long sigh of relief: she played normally just now, and finally didn't let Xiao Yu take the opportunity to go crazy.

She couldn't have imagined that from now on, she would have to grind her ink for a lifetime.

Xiao Yu couldn't wait to pick up the pen and it was stained with ink, the ink was full, not thick or thin, the color was bright, good ink!

It is three points better than Xiao Yu, a person who writes every day and has to grind ink every three to five days.

Looking at Xie Yuluo's technique just now, it is obvious that people who often sharpen ink are talented, and even Xiao Yu can't compare with her.

How can a person who doesn't even know a few words grind such a good ink? He didn't know how many secrets there were in this woman.

Xiao Yu's smile was meaningful: it turned out that the people around him still had so many places where he had never spied the whole picture.

He always thought that Xie Yuluo was illiterate and could achieve nothing except food, clothing and dress, who would have thought ......

Xiao Yu's eyes became deeper and deeper, even with a smile, he silently looked at Xie Yuluo's polished ink, and there was a little joy in his heart.

Xie Yuluo, Xie Yuluo, how many secrets do you have that I don't know.