Feng Junyi saw that Daolin gave him a thumbs up, and his heart was also happy, and he just wanted to pull Daolin to drink tea and talk about things, but he saw that Daolin was still standing in front of the desk, and the Qingfeng Guanding in his hand was put back by him on the pen holder, and his eyes fell on the paper.

"Is there anything special about this paper?" Dowling asked, pulling one out of the pile of papers.

"This paper is Fuyang bamboo paper, it is a very magical kind of paper, the words written on this paper can protect the painting from insects for thousands of years, and it will not fade for a hundred years..."

"This paper is very expensive, and I only have a dozen of them..."

"To make this kind of paper, you need to go to the south bank of the Fuchun River, the southernmost part of the Lieyang Empire, to get the tender bamboo covered with hoarfrost, which has a bitter taste and can be eaten by insects..."

"Freshly cut young bamboo needs to be shaved off the green skin first, and then beaten repeatedly to break the bamboo until the fibers of the bamboo are exposed..."

"From the first cut of the bamboo, this bamboo will go through 72 processes, large and small, and it will take several months to turn into a piece of Fuyang bamboo paper..."

Dowling looked at the paper in his hand in shock, and then put it in his nose and sniffed it, and he could indeed smell a faint bitter taste.

Feng Junyi smiled and continued: "After the hammer, the bamboo should be bundled up, sink to the bottom and soak for about half a month, and only the surface fibers and bamboo membranes of the soaked bamboo can be mostly removed..."

"The bamboo fished out has to go through the lime slurry, and then put it into a large pot to steam for three days and three nights, and the lime aqueous solution at high temperature can fully remove the pectin, lignin and other substances that are only visible to the fiber, and finally make the fiber disperse to form pulp..."

"After three days of steaming, the fiber of the bamboo is basically weakened, and the next step is to make Fuyang bamboo paper, which is to continue to ferment with children's urine..."

"Boy pee?" Dowling thought he had misheard, so he repeated it again.

"Yes, you heard it right, it just needs to be fermented with children's urine." Feng Junyi said with a smile.

Dowling was shocked, which made him even more curious about the remaining process of Fuyang bamboo paper.

"The words written on bamboo paper fermented with children's urine will be darker and brighter, and it will be easier to preserve..."

"After drenching the child's urine, it should be prevented for a month, and then it will sink to the bottom of the water again after the surface grows mold and soak it for several months..."

"Until the bamboo is completely softened into fibers, then it is taken out and cleaned, and then it is beaten thousands of times before it becomes pulp..."

"The finer the hammer, the more delicate the paper will be, and the hammered pulp is poured into the pool, stirred thoroughly, and then scooped out and dried with a paper trough, and finally divided."

"I have to praise people's wisdom, the four treasures of this daily study are so exquisite, the main thing about Fengzong is not to tell me, I can't know it in my life." Dowling said sincerely.

"Everywhere, I just like these objects in my spare time, if I get them all by myself, I don't have that much bother to get them." Feng Junyi said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's have tea and chat." Dowling put down the Fuyang bamboo paper and said.

Feng Junyi nodded and walked towards the tea table.

Dowling put down the paper and picked up the inkstone on the side.

Feng Junyi sat down and began to make tea, and when he saw Dao Lin holding his inkstone in his hand, he suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Gentlemen, light!" Feng Junyi had a frightened expression on his face.

"What's wrong? What's your expression? Isn't this inkstone rarer than the pen and paper? I think this inkstone is indeed a good thing, but it can't reach the rare level. Hearing this, Dowling flipped through the inkstone and looked at it carefully.

These two moments frightened Feng Junyi so much that he was about to twitch, and his two hands reached over to protect him.

"As for all the fuss?" Dowling smiled and placed the inkstone on the tea table, and the movement was very light in a different tone than his tone.

This made Feng Junyi breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you know that since this inkstone was collected by me, you are the first person I have touched, and you are the first to move him to his position." Feng Junyi picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Dowlin and said.

"What? Are you trying to say that if it didn't matter here, you would want to kill me? Dowling asked with a sip of tea.

Feng Junyi nodded slightly.

"Good guy, what is the origin of this inkstone?" Dowling asked with interest.

"This inkstone is the hand of a master of a homemade inkstone family, and the calligraphy world is a rare good thing." Feng Junyi pulled the inkstone in front of him and explained.

"What's the magic and complexity of this?" Dowling asked.

"I don't know about this, the reaction shouldn't be too simple, in fact, I'm so careful because of the ink in this inkstone, this ink is called Tongyan Hui ink..."

"Some names of one or two gold and one or two ink, you can imagine his value."

Dowling looked at the ink in the inkstone, this thing turned out to be a tael of gold and a tael, this is a sudden rich!

"Tell me about it, I'd love to hear it." Dowling said as he drank the tea in one gulp.

Feng Junyi poured him another glass before saying.

"The reason why this ink is called Tongyan Hui ink is because this ink is made of smoke from the burning of oil lamps."

"When making a plate or bowl on top of the oil lamp, the smoke from the oil lamp will blacken the plate, and an oil lamp burns for a day and a night to get a few grams of soot... It's hard to get smoke into ink. ”

Dowling listened and kept babbling, this good guy is really another torturous job.

"But... There are still a lot of smart people, by chance, the ancestors found that the tung oil squeezed out by hand with tung tree seeds has more water content, so the smoke is bigger when burned, and it is easier to produce soot. ”

"I have both kinds of ink, and the effect is actually not much different, and the ink I use in this inkstone is the former, so I'm afraid that you will accidentally drop the inkstone." Feng Junyi said softly.

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion in my hands, if this thing can still be dropped, wouldn't it be useless." Dowling said with a smile.

"I'm being too careful, I'll go on, you keep drinking tea." Feng Junyi poured tea for Dowlin again and continued to speak.

"First of all, prepare 100 catties of tung tree seeds, and then hand peel tung seeds, this peeling is a day and a night, after peeling to the shell, after the shell is fried, after the fry is to be mashed, after mashing can be pressed oil, this set of processes will take three days."

"This 100 catties of tung tree seeds can only press out about five catties of tung oil, and the next thing is to collect soot."

"The bamboo is split in half, and the edge of the bowl is stuck at the bone joint, and it is buckled upside down on the burning tung oil, and five catties of tung oil can evenly produce twenty bowls, which can be roughly estimated to be made into fifty grams of Hui ink."

"This step of collecting soot is very critical, if the inverted bowl does not collect soot for a long time, the soot will be agglomerate, and the agglomerated soot belongs to the inferior product in Huimo, the more diligent the soot is collected, the more delicate it is, only the soot that blows away like an ethereal is the best product to make Huimo, once the oil lamp is lit, someone must have been collecting ink next to it."