"Qiqi, come and take a look."

Song Shuyun got up from the kang in a daze, listened to the eager shouts of the mother in the hall, turned over and put on his shoes and coat and went out of the house.

"It's good to do this, how did it become like this?" Zhang looked at the painting paper that Song Shuyun had received last night, and the few brushstrokes outlined by the yellow paint on it had dried up and turned into slag.

Song Shuyun wiped it lightly with his fingers, looked at the female Huang Shimo in his hand and said in a low voice: "It's okay mother, this is normal." ”

Zhang didn't understand much, but since her daughter said it was okay, she was relieved. As long as the daughter is not sad about this, she will continue to cook, and the child will have to eat when his father comes back from the field.

Song Shuyun stared at the few random strokes of the paintings slightly stunned, she still needed a very important thing now, that is, alum glue. Without it, Rao would have made all kinds of colored inks, and the final painting would have been like the one in front of her, which would not have been formed at all.

Alum glue has a good effect on preventing rendering and natural pigments from drying out, and it is also an essential thing for painters. The materials for making glue are very easy to get, even if the cowhide is not easy to buy, there is still pig skin, even if the pig skin is not easy to do, it is not a big deal to go to the mountains to find gum or vegetable gum.

But this alum ...... Xia Guo called it alum, which is used for medicine, do you still have to go up the mountain to dig it? But the alum is not like a colored rock that is unknown, and I am afraid that some of the mountains have already been dug up.

"Qiqi, what do you want?" Song Zhiyuan came back from outside the house, with a slight smile in his eyes, Song Shuyun shook his head and before he could say anything, he saw the shelf behind the second brother.

"Second brother, did you really make it? It's only been a few days. Song Shuyun looked around in surprise at the shelf that was lower than her, she really didn't expect the second brother to be so powerful, and he made something he had never seen before in just two days.

Song Zhiyuan was a little shy when he was praised, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said, "It's better for you to draw clearly, otherwise I don't know what to do." He didn't put a lot of effort into his sister's easel, and just sawing wood and polishing it was a patient job.

Of course, Song Shuyun knew this, and grinned while holding the easel and said, "Second brother is really amazing." ”

Just when the brother and sister were happy, a villager at the door hurriedly ran to shout: "Dacheng's daughter-in-law is not good, Dacheng has an accident!" ”

Zhang was cleaning up his meal, and when he heard this, he almost dropped the bowl, so he ran out in a panic and asked, "What's wrong with Dacheng?" What's wrong? ”

"Dacheng and his eldest brother and brother-in-law quarreled over a few acres of land in your family, and they started to do it when they quarreled, and they were hoeed in the chaos, you go and take a look."

When Zhang heard this, he couldn't care about anything else and ran out directly, and Song Zhiyuan was about to follow and was stopped by Song Shuyun: "Second brother, you go to the mountain to find the eldest brother, I will go to Aunt Wang's house to borrow a donkey cart, Xiaosi, you take care of the house, and be careful about the fire in the stove." ”

Song Zhiyuan nodded and ran up the back mountain, and in the past few days, Song Qitian went to the back mountain to cut trees. It was early in the morning, and he thought he was going down the mountain soon. Song Xiaosi's eyes were red with worry, but he still listened to his sister's words and squatted obediently in front of the stove.

Song Shuyun took out a few boxes of ointment from home, and didn't know if she could use all of them into a cloth bag, as well as her father's money bag, and finally put the easel that the second brother had just made and her paint iron plate into it, in case the silver money was not enough, she could still find a way to exchange these things for money. Then I went to the next door to borrow a donkey cart. Fortunately, Aunt Wang was easy to talk to, and happily lent her the car, and waited for Song Zhiyuan to bring the eldest brother and let him watch the donkey cart, while she and the eldest brother went to the field to pick up Yingniang.

The Zhang family couldn't carry Song Dacheng alone, but fortunately, the neighbors took a hand, and when Song Shuyun and Song Qi passed, they were already out of the field.

"Mother, give your father to my brother. I have already taken my father's money bag, and my brothers and I took my father into the city to find Langzhong. Song Shuyun looked at his father, whose face was covered with blood, and his mind was in chaos, but he still forced himself to calm down.

Zhang's was not very relieved, and he had to follow her, so Song Shuyun had to persuade her: "Mother, my brother is still at home." Besides, you have to guard against what else you do, and there must be an adult at home. With me and my brothers on the road, it'll be fine, we'll bring my dad back intact. ”

Zhang's wiped his tears and had to agree, his daughter was right, now the old Song family injured Dacheng for a few acres of land, and it would be too dangerous to leave only one child in case he went to the house to burn and rob again.

Song Shuyun didn't have time to say more, so he asked the eldest brother to carry his father to the donkey cart, and then the three of them drove away.

When passing by Liuyang Village, Song Shuyun was still worried that his mother and younger brother were at home, so he asked the second brother to go down to find his grandfather, who had an ox cart at his house, and it would not take long to rush to Pingyang Village.

Song Zhiyuan explained, and went to look for someone, and Song Qi steadily set up a donkey cart and went straight to Feng County.

Song Shuyun looked at her father's unconscious appearance, tears rolled in her eyes, and when she arrived at the door of the medical hall, she wiped her eyes and jumped off the donkey cart to find Langzhong.

"Mr. Langzhong, my father has a head injury, please take a look." While speaking, Song Qi had already come in with Song Dacheng on his back, and Mr. Lang Zhong was already in his fifties, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly said, "Ouch, put people down." How can this injured head move at will? ”

Song Qi hurriedly put his father on the special bed of the medical hall, and Na Langzhong saw that Song Dacheng's forehead had stopped bleeding, so he began to check it. Song Shuyun walked back and forth in the hall uneasily, and it didn't take long for Lang Zhong to speak: "The loss is not injured on the acupoint, if it hits the Yin Hall or the temple again, I am afraid that the person will be gone immediately." It's not much of a problem right now, it's just fainting. ”

Lang Zhong turned around and picked up the pen, and said: "Prescribe some external medicine for you, and don't get tired until the injury is healed." You need to be careful and careful, after all, it hurts your head, and if you don't raise it well, it will leave the root of the disease. ”

"If there is anything uncomfortable in the past two days, you must look for Lang Zhong as soon as possible, remember?" After finishing speaking, Lang Zhong handed the written prescription to the medicine boy, and Song Shuyun was finally relieved when he heard this.

While rummaging through the money bag in the cloth bag, he thanked Lang Zhong, and asked carefully about the medication and maintenance, as well as the precautions.

"Girl, what's in that iron plate?" Lang Zhong inadvertently caught a glimpse of the paint plate in the cloth bag, which was the water-milled colored ink made by Song Shuyun last night.

Song Shuyun had a good impression of Lang Zhong, weighed it for a moment and took out the iron plate, and said softly: "This is the female yellow ink I made myself." ”

"Orpiment?" Lang Zhong didn't seem to understand the meaning, Song Shuyun nodded slightly, and said, "For painting, do you want to try it?" ”

Song Shuyun saw the interest in his eyes, so he asked casually. Lao Langzhong raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "Girl, how do you use this?" ”

"Can you give me a glass of water?"

Lao Langzhong turned around and scooped a glass of water from the bucket, Song Shuyun was not willing to melt it all, but just dug a little bit and mixed a little water in the corner of the iron plate and then slowly grinded it with iron, and after a while, the originally solidified pigment became soft but not thick ink.

"Mr. Langzhong, you can take a pen and try it, it is no different from the use of ordinary black ink." Song Shuyun handed over the iron plate, and the old man dipped it with a clean pen with great interest, and then wrote on the paper.

"Huh?" The old man's eyes were full of surprise, as if he had seen something shocking, he held the paper and looked at it carefully, and only after a long time did he tremble slightly and said, "Girl, did you really do it yourself?" ”

Song Shuyun nodded lightly, and said with a little timidity: "Actually, someone once instructed me that I would make this kind of color ink." ”

"You, you plate...... Can you send me? It covered the cost of the consultation and medicine. Lao Langzhong saw what she was wearing and knew that she was not a wealthy family, so he opened his mouth like this.

Song Shuyun, who had originally planned to exchange it for money, was embarrassed, and said after a moment of entanglement: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that there is still something missing in this ink right now." ”

"What's missing?"

Lao Langzhong seems to like this water mill ink very much, and there is a faint fanaticism in his eyes, and his worries about Song Shuyun are even more inquisitive.

"After painting with this ink, you must apply several layers of alum glue, otherwise the water ink will become stone dust after air drying. Water grinding ink is only suitable for hand practice, not for good painting. ”

This is the disadvantage of water grinding ink, otherwise she would not have had to bother to study the color ink block.

There was a look of disappointment in the eyes of the old man, Song Shuyun had seen this color, this was a look at the beloved thing, she bit her lip and whispered: "If you really like color ink, wait for me to develop a color ink block in a few days, and give you a piece." ”

"Ink blocks? Like a normal ingot? Lao Langzhong's eyes lit up again, and Song Shuyun nodded lightly and said, "Yes, the color ink block is like black ink, and it will not dry to the end." ”

The old man laughed, and he didn't doubt that the little girl in front of him was unheard of, but he was a little curious: "Girl, this kind of thing is so precious, are you willing to give it to me?" ”

Song Shuyun looked at his father lying on the side and smiled: "There is nothing in the world that is more precious than the life of your family." ”

"I didn't save your father, the hemostatic ointment on his forehead is the key."

The hemostatic ointment was applied by Song Shuyun, she was afraid that her father would lose too much blood on the bumps on the road, and when she heard Lao Langzhong's words, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, fortunately, she was not injured when she was young, and the wound medicine at home was complete, otherwise her father didn't know what would happen.

"But your diagnosis has put a big stone down in my heart, and I still have to thank you." If a piece of colored ink can get acquainted with a Langzhong, it is not a loss.

The old man stroked his beard, his eyes were full of smiles, he looked at the iron plate and said, "Girl, don't mention the color ink in advance, can you give me this iron plate?" Of course, you can also sell it to me. ”

Song Shuyun puffed out his mouth and hesitated, glanced at the medicine cabinet not far away, smiled and stretched out his hand to point to a place: "Mr. Langzhong, can I exchange the iron plate for some alum?" ”

"Oh? Are you going to make that water out of it? "The old man doesn't know what alum is, and it sounds like it's almost the same as alum. Song Shuyun nodded happily, the old man was also a cheerful person, and immediately asked people to wrap a lot of alum to give her.

Song Shuyun promised to give a few pieces of alum glue to Lao Langzhong, and Lao Langzhong couldn't stop smiling. Song Qi watched silently beside him, sighing in his heart that his sister still has the ability.