There was nothing to do next, and the sun was good.

Yan Zhuo asked Bai Yi to help her move the two stone drums to the yard to bask in the sun.

I asked Tianguoer to fetch two taels of baiji and come back to boil water.

Zhizhi was so idle that she strolled over, and as soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw the sweet fruit under the porch guarding the stove "cooing".

"What kind of tea is this?" Zhizhi takes the scoop and scoops it.

"Can't drink!" Tianguo'er pinched the fan and jumped up, "Gao Niangzi, this is Baijishui!" ”

"Baiji?" Zhizhi blinked, "Can't you eat that?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and licked the glue-like paste, "Bitter!" ”

Yan Zhuo stroked the stone drum and laughed straight, "Do you have to taste two bites of rice cereal boiled by window paper?" ”

Zhizhi smiled and put down the gourd scoop, "How do you know?" ”

She walked up to Yan Zhuo and squatted down and asked curiously, "What is this for?" ”

Yan Zhuo was inspecting the stone drum, and the broken place had been glued and repaired by her, although there were still cracks, but if it was put outside, it would be a rare treasure that was chased and robbed.

Yan Zhuo carefully cleaned every inch of the stone drum with a fine brush, and replied to Zhizhi, "Tuowen, will you?" ”

Zhizhi shook her head like a rattle, "Anything that has anything to do with Wen, don't ask me." ”

"Want to help?" Bai Yu's voice sounded.

He and Bai Yi got together again at some point.

Yan Zhuo just needed a helper, and unceremoniously instructed the two.

"This drum also needs to be cleaned up."

"The mud in the cracks of the words must be swept away."

"Help me grind the pine smoke ink well, add some spices, agarwood, Suhe incense is the best, thyme, woody incense can also be."

"The baiqi water is ready, you can brush it on the stone tablet."

……

Zhizhi learned to speak and took a brush to brush the stone surface.

Bai Yi grinds ink.

Bai Yu took a soft-bristled row brush and wiped the white water on the stone drum with Yan Zhuo.

After wiping the words, I took the rice paper, cut it into strips, and said: "This drum surface is round, not as good as the inscription, so you can only use the horizontal paper to select the words one by one, and then typeset and list back to the original." ”

"How much can this ghostly thing be worth?" Zhizhi asked, hooking her waist and shaking her head.

Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and smiled, "It depends on whether the person knows the goods or not."

"This Chencang stone drum originally had ten sides, but it was left behind by the people after the Anshi Rebellion. There are people who have a heart to search all over the world, but they have not been able to find it. It is said that when Chen Wangwei was in the previous dynasty, he stayed overnight in a mountain people's house, and accidentally saw the mountain people grinding firewood knives, the whetstone was narrow and large, and the shape was like a drum, although it was very shabby, but the handwriting on it was still clearly visible.

"King Chen's hair stood on end at that time, and he immediately stopped the mountain people, it turned out to be one of the stone drums that made countless emperors, generals, and ordinary people dream of it."

Zhizhi laughed when she heard it, "Being used as a whetstone, I must think that the stone sharpening knife is not slippery enough!" ”

Yan Zhuo also smiled, "There is also a stone drum, which has been cut in half, and the middle has been cut into a groove for scooping rice. For them, such a thing is not worth much. ”

Speaking of these, she had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and she was originally a little worried about how to hide this stone drum, but she had a ready-made idea.

Bai Yi stopped grinding his hand and raised his head and said, "I heard that there are also stone drums in King Wu's palace. ”

Yan Zhuo nodded, "This thing was originally regarded as a thing of the town by the princes of the past dynasties. ”

At that time, the Yan family was ordered by the king to collect stone drums.

This stone drum was gone long before the Yan family was raided, and she always thought that her father had dedicated them to King Wu, but she didn't expect it to be in a secret tomb in Haicheng far away.

Bai Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "The treasure of the Bai family that those people are looking for, could this be it?" ”

Yan Zhuo frowned and shook his head, "If what they are looking for is a bead whose shape is too different from this one, they will not smash this stone drum into a gap." ”

She subconsciously looked at Bai Yi, "Are there any priceless orbs in King Wu's palace?" ”

Since King Wu's spiritual tablet is in the tomb of the Bai family, it is very likely that the person behind it is also coming to the royal family.

Bai Yi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"Don't worry." Bai Yu said lightly: "I entered the city and checked slowly." ”

The two of them applied the white water and carefully glued the rice paper one by one.

Bai Yu gently and evenly tapped with a brown brush to make the text recessed.

Wait for all the words to be recessed in, twist the paper, and then carry the rubbing bag dipped in ink, and quickly and evenly hit the stone drum.

This stage is particularly tiring, the focus should be light, fast, the ups and downs should be intensive, the extension must be up and down, not tilted left and right can not be excessively forced.

Yan Zhuo only knocked for a while, and fine beads of sweat soaked out of his forehead.

"I'll do it." Bai Yu watched her do it from the side, almost learned it, took her extension bag and continued.

Yan Zhuo took a sip of tea and sat on the ground to watch him beat, while mentioning, "Lighter, left, left almost ink ......"

Bai Yu tilted his head and said something from time to time, making him laugh and bend his eyes from time to time.

Zhizhi brushed the other stone drum with white water while looking at the backs of the two and felt weird.

She smiled and said loudly: "Second sister-in-law......"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Bai Yi covered her mouth and shook her head again and again.

Zhizhi was wiped with ink by his hand, jumped away with a mouthful of "phew", and said angrily: "Bai Yi! ”

As soon as Yan Zhuo turned around, he suddenly saw a circle of black ink on Zhizhi's chin, and he also laughed, and when he raised his hand, a drop of ink also fell on his forehead.

"Don't move." Seeing this, Bai Yu reached over and wiped it on her forehead.

The roughness of his fingertips crossed his forehead, Yan Zhuo seemed to be burned, stopped laughing and looked at Bai Yu, seeing him retract his hand and calmly looked at Zhizhi who was chasing Bai Yi all over the yard, he leaned back and smiled back, a trace of indescribable emotion made a wave, and went back.

In the evening, the Bai family discussed going into the city again.

In Madame Bai's opinion, it is not good to go to Gaofu to disturb again, and the He family is in-laws, so it is naturally inconvenient to live more, so let them go to the clan.

Madame Bai said slowly: "...... At that time, the lord not only rebuilt the ancestral house and renovated the ancestral hall, but also did business with this branch, or built a new house in Haicheng, the lord also made a lot of efforts and donated a lot of money, which was recorded in the booklet of the Bai family's repair and construction of houses. At that time, the patriarch and clan relatives hated to offer the old man as a living Buddha in their house, and kept saying that they had left a courtyard for the master, and they also passed the title deed in the official mansion, so that the old man would return to Haicheng to live in the future.

"There is also a shop, which gives dividends every year, and the lord only lets them use the money to do good deeds.

"How could you ever have thought that people would go to tea and cool, and when we really came back, the faces of these people would ......" She sighed coldly and said no more.

Yan Zhuo can imagine that Bai Shichen at that time was the prime minister of Wu State, and of course these people had to compete for it, lest anyone kneeling down and kowtowing would be slow.

Later, Wu Guo died, and Bai Shichen was rumored to have surrendered to King Ankang, becoming an eternal sinner who was scolded by Wu State, especially the people of Jiangnan.

When Mrs. Bai's orphans and widows returned, you can imagine what kind of treatment they received.

Before and after can be described as a world of difference!

She sighed.

She knows Uncle Bai's character, this person has a kind of "daughter scattered and returned" heroic and chivalrous, not stingy with money, righteous to relatives and friends, is a person with great feelings, so he will collect the corpse for Grandpa and Auntie, and be loyal to the Qian family.

"Don't worry!" It was Bai Yu who spoke, and said coldly: "This time, let's go into the city and let the Haicheng Bai family spit out what they owe you and the master." ”

Mrs. Bai's hand holding the silk handkerchief was clenched tightly, and she was concerned, Erlang was still heading home after all!