There was a stack of notes on the table in front of Sima Ji.

These are all transmitted from the west town of Ganzhou, thousands of miles away, and all the things recorded in them are about Wei Jin. It was as small as she was not feeling well, and as big as what she decided to cooperate with others and what business. In short, everything about Wei Jin is well documented, and even if Sima Ji is not there, all of Wei Jin's actions can be made clear from these notes.

"Ore?"

The latest record shows the names, colors, and approximate origins of the various ores, as well as some rare plants. The following remarks say that this was prescribed by Wei San Girl to Wei Zan Gongzi, as if it was used for dyes or pigments.

Sima Ji stared at the note for a long time, and carefully rolled it up and put it in his purse. The rest of the notes were flattened and placed in a small wooden box on the table, and then placed on the highest level of the bookshelf.

"Little grandfather, several patriarchs are already waiting outside."

Sima Ji tidied up his clothes, straightened his face and walked out of the study.

Wei Jin didn't know that there were people watching him thousands of miles away. Wei Zhan's action was fast enough, and in two or three days, except for the least few ores that had not been delivered, the others had been put into the workshop that was being built according to her request.

This workshop is located at the back of the Wei family's old house. It used to be a bamboo forest, and in order to repair this workshop, Wei Zan found someone to cut down some bamboo, transplant some more, and level out the area of three rooms.

The materials used to build this workshop are also bamboo, and tiles and grass are used on the roof, after all, a lot of ore powder cannot be wetted.

The ore sent to her has already been screened, and the next step is only to grind the powder to make a blend and other procedures.

It's easy to say, but it's time-consuming and laborious to do. Especially now, all of them have to rely on manual grinding and grinding, which is not only a painstaking work, but also a lot of labor.

Of course, Wei Zan would not let Wei Jin, the girl's family, do this kind of rough work. He went to the city to buy two boys and sent them to Wei Jin's side to help her deal with the menial work that required effort. In the process of doing things, if these two children can figure out something by themselves, it is not impossible to redeem themselves in the future, or directly change to the craftsman's status, it is better than being a slave.

When the two children began to grind the powder, Wei Jin stuffed a pair of masks for each of them.

The mask was inserted directly into the hood, revealing only two eyes. Open underneath, slightly long to the shoulders. The mask protects their faces from splintered stones, but the powder fumes produced cannot be completely avoided. Especially the part of the eyes, at the end of the day, the eyes of both children are red and red, like little rabbits.

Wei Jin was hesitant to develop glass, but she had seen the recipe from a book, and without experiments, there was no guarantee that she would be able to fire qualified glass. If you want to use it in a hurry, it is better to buy a large crystal to grind into a thin sheet and set it in the mask.

But although crystals are not as valuable as gold and other things, they are not something that anyone can afford, not to mention that the crystals she wants cannot be too small, at least they must be larger than their eyes.

After hesitating for two or three days, she still found Wei Zhan.

"Crystal tablets?" Wei Zan was speechless, "What are you thinking?" Since ancient times, those stonemasons have worked like this, and they didn't say that no one could do it. ”

He frowned: "Are you too good to those two boys?" They are bought to do things for you, not to be blessed. ”

Wei Zan is not the kind of person who treats people harshly, but he can't be asked to empathize with people in this class. The education they have received since childhood has developed different concepts, and it is impossible to forcibly reverse them, but it will make people feel that your idea is not right, and it is too rebellious.

"Actually, I'm not just for them." Wei Jin thought for a while and changed his rhetoric, "I definitely can't do the grinding of stone powder at first, but the procedure after the rough grinding will be for me to watch." I wouldn't have dared to do it without these crystal lenses, because I didn't want to be blind. ”

Hearing this, and thinking about the two children's rabbit-like red eyes, Wei Zan finally agreed to help get a big crystal back.

Anyway, one piece is also grinding, and ten pieces are also grinding, and since you have done it, you don't have to think about so many others.

The two children must not be allowed to grind the crystal, and they must find the help of a craftsman who makes jewelry.

They have special tools, spend some time and money, and directly get the finished product that meets the requirements, how good is this, and it can also stimulate domestic demand, right?

After the lenses were sharpened, Wei Jin began to think about it again, and she directly found the master in the town and asked him to create a pair of crystal reading glasses according to her own requirements. And took this as a gift, and asked Dabao to send it to his former master when he gave the New Year's gift.

The old master had a serious illness last time, and although he recovered later, his body suddenly weakened a lot, especially his eyes, and he couldn't see the handwriting clearly when it was dark. It is also a flower to hold the book a little closer. This incident made him sigh all day long, and he always felt that a reader who could not read was not worthy of being called a reader.

When Dabao gave the gift, the old master had just finished teaching his little grandson, and he was holding his breath when he saw his favorite student come to visit him, and while he was happy, he couldn't help but regret that he was not in good health and could not continue to teach him.

"Teacher, try these glasses. My sister said that this is specially customized for the teacher, if there is something wrong, the teacher directly told me, I will ask the craftsman to modify and modify. ”

The glasses are copper-framed, finely crafted by hand, inlaid with round lenses and secured by nose clips, linked at both ends with thin silver chains, which can be hung on the chest. in case of loss.

In addition to the glasses, there is a magnifying glass with a tortoiseshell handle, which is also threaded through the end of the handle with a thin silver chain that can be hung around the waist. There is a beautifully embroidered purse on the outside, and I am not afraid of bumping into activities.

After putting on his glasses, the old master found that the world was much clearer, but he was a little unaccustomed to it, and he always felt that there was something on the bridge of his nose.

Then, under the guidance of Dabao, he took out a magnifying glass and a scroll, and the handwriting that appeared under the crystal piece was much larger, and he could see it very clearly even if he didn't wear those glasses.

The old master is not a person who needs to study hard day and night to take the imperial examination, reading is just an interest and habit, and a magnifying glass is enough to meet his needs.

Receiving these two gifts, the old master liked it so much, the original intention of refusing was long gone, and he refused to put down these two things.

After Dabao said goodbye and left, the old master's wife went into the study to help clean up, and saw that her husband had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was fascinated by a book in one hand and a thing he didn't know what was in the other, so he poked his head behind curiously. The abrupt enlargement of the handwriting startled her, and she reached out to press her chest, almost hitting the vase behind her.

"What are you doing?" The frightened old master frowned.

"This, what is this, how can this little word be so big? Isn't it...... Sorcery? ”

"What kind of demon?" The old lady blew her beard and glared, "Don't talk nonsense, this is a gift from Dabao to me, saying that it is the result of the study of things." ”