"Hoo ......"

Song You stood at the door of Vasher, holding his hands in front of him, and spat out white gas into his hands.

It's getting colder and colder.

But the clothes are still thin.

Dayan already had cotton, and he also began to use cotton to make quilts, but it was not common, and only dignitaries could afford to use it. Civilians are mostly paper clothes and quilts, and there are many ways to keep warm. The warmth of Song You's robe is not as good as the paper clothes worn by passers-by on the street.

Vasher has a large flow of people and is also a place of commercial gathering.

Song You looked at a few shops and bought a paper fur, this kind of clothes are cheap and warm, and the color is also very plain, so pure that some literati will paint on it and paint it to their liking.

Song You likes plain clothes.

It's also time for the fire.

You don't have to buy a stove, you have it at home.

Unconsciously, I went back to the door of the washer, and there was a shop opposite that specialized in the four treasures of the study. Song You stopped and thought about it, the pen he bought before is now a little rough, and the pen is a big pen, he actually wants to buy another pen to write small characters, which is of better quality.

It's been a long time, it's time to write a letter back.

So I walked into the store.

The pen didn't see a good one, but I saw a good ink.

This store actually entered the "incense" ink made in Yangzhou.

Ningxiang ink is one of the most famous inks in Dayan, and it is the highest pursuit of literati and scholars, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the price is higher than gold.

There are two main types of ink, pine smoke ink and oil smoke ink.

Either way, it is made by boiling the ash after burning and boiling the glue with medicinal herbs, and some will also add special spices.

Pine smoke ink takes the ash of pine wood after burning. Oil smoke ink then take oil lamp soot, with oil tung oil, sesame oil, vegetable oil, soybean oil and so on, among which tung oil burns the most smoke, for the ink black and light, after writing will be deeper and deeper with time, the handwriting can be left for thousands of years, the remaining oil has less smoke, for the ink color is light and dim, the handwriting will be lighter and lighter with time, so the oil smoke ink is the most common and easy to use.

The pine smoke ink is black and dark, slightly blue, the oil smoke ink is black and bright, slightly purple, and the calligraphy and painting have their own uses.

The incense is tung smoke ink.

Take tung oil to smoke, add dozens of precious Chinese medicinal materials to boil glue, add unique spices, light glue 100,000 pestles, dry in the shade for several years, only then can there be this black and oily, thousands of years without fading, the pen has a fragrant incense ink.

This is the top luxury of this era, and it is also the pinnacle representative of traditional craftsmanship and craftsman spirit, which can represent the ultimate of a culture and a skill.

People like Song You are not good at painting or calligraphy, and they are still somewhat interested in this kind of thing.

It's a pity that people are worth an extraordinary amount of money.

Song You watched it again and again, and had no choice but to say goodbye.

Today's lack of money, the coming day is long, even if you travel the world, the top technical works of this year are naturally to be seen.

In the end, he only bought a pen and spent two hundred dollars.

On the other side of the street, Yu Zhizhou sat in the shed for a while before walking out of the Washe, and saw Song You again at the door, he stood and watched for a while, and the entourage around him led the horse, also waiting quietly.

Until Song You left.

After thinking for a long time, he said:

"Go and ask."

Immediately, an entourage answered, went to inquire, and came back after a while to report that it was a condensation incense from Yangzhou.

"How many coins?"

"Ten thousand."

"Buy one...... Two of them. ”

"Yes."

Yu Zhizhou just got on the horse and had to go back.

……

It's also wonderful to say -

When Song You returned home, he found that Sanhua Niangniang had inexplicably passed the transformation level.

However, it was different from what he imagined, he thought that Sanhua Niangniang was already an adult cat, even if she had lived in the village temple for a long time, her mind was pure, and she should be an adult woman after her transformation, but she was only a girl of a few years old.

When he opened the bedroom door, the girl was wearing his gown, which was no taller than his gown, as if she were wearing a floor-length skirt, and it was loose, and she sat in the middle of the bed, staring at him in a daze.

"Sanhua Niangniang's transformation has been successful?"

"The three flower girls have succeeded in transforming themselves."

The girl sat duck in the middle of the bed, stared up at him and replied earnestly.

After the transformation, her voice has changed a little, and she can hear the voice of a human and the gender, but the tone and wording are still the same, serious but also rigid, not the usual way of speaking for ordinary people, and it sounds somewhat unintelligent.

"How did you succeed?"

"It succeeded in its own transformation."

"Tell me more about it."

"It's ......"

The girl was stumbling and couldn't say anything.

"Good ......"

Song You had no choice but to give up, and asked again: "Isn't Sanhua Niangniang a big cat?" How did you turn into a girl? ”

"It incarnates itself into a girl's."

"Then how does Sanhua Niangniang know how to wear clothes?"

"Sanhua Niangniang, look at you too." The girl stared at him intently, her expression serious, "Anyone who doesn't have hair on his body must wear clothes." ”

"I see."

"I see......"

"I should buy you some clothes that fit you."

"I'm going to wear the same thing as you."

"That's not going to work."

"Why?"

"Because ......"

It took Song You a long time to clear up with her.

So he went out again to buy clothes for her.

When Sanhua Niangniang put on the well-fitting clothes, she finally looked much more pleasing to the eye, but she still maintained some cat habits, and her every move inevitably looked a little strange.

Later in the evening, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

"Since Sanhua Niangniang has taken on a human form, help me open the door." Song You looked at Sanhua Niangniang, "If you know someone, invite him in, if you don't know, ask him who to find." ”

"Okay."

The leprechaun jumped up and down towards the door.

"Squeak."

Sanhua Niangniang looked up.

"Looking for whom?"

Not a single superfluous word.

"I wonder if Mr. Menglai lives here?" There was a servant standing outside the door, bowing his hand and respectfully.

"I don't know."

"Huh? Sir doesn't live here? ”

"Which gentleman?"

"Song Menglai Mr. Song."

Sanhua Niangniang stopped talking for a while.

She knew Mr. Song, but Mr. Song didn't teach her what to do later. It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's that I don't know what to do, or I just don't want to do anything, so I just stare at him.

Observe this person first.

Until Song You came behind him.

"In the lower Song tour."

"I've seen you, sir." Congren immediately bowed down, holding a small wooden box respectfully with both hands, "The villain came from Yu Jianbai Yu Zhizhou's mansion, sent a thin gift for my family Zhizhou, and brought a message for Zhizhou." Thank you, Mr. for answering correctly with my home in Vasher in the afternoon, and I hope that I will have the opportunity to talk with Mr. next time. Please accept it by all means. ”

Song You could already smell the scent of ink.

It turned out to be Lord Zhizhou.

"In the afternoon, it was just a matter of getting up and talking, not only Yu Gong was happy, but Song also benefited, why did Yu Gong send someone to give gifts?" Song You said, "Besides, the gift is expensive, how can Song accept it?" ”

"But it's just a small gift, no matter how valuable it is, it's a mortal thing, but it's rare in the world for my family to know how to talk to my husband." Congren paused, "Besides, the gift of cultural relics between literati is an elegant thing, and it is not considered a courtesy exchange between laypeople, and please don't shirk it." ”

"You're a good talker."

"Sir, don't embarrass the villain." Congren immediately showed a look of embarrassment, "If Mr. doesn't accept it, even if Zhizhou doesn't punish him, the villain will be afraid of it." ”

“……”

Song You smiled, thought about it again, and took it as well.

"Thank you Zhizhou for me."

"The villain said goodbye."

Only then did Song You turn around and rub the head of the girl next to him: "When you become a human in the future, I will say to the outside world that you are my child." ”

"Why?"

"Find an explanation."

"Child."

"Hmm."

Song You closed the courtyard door and walked into the house.

The small carved wooden box was opened, and inside was a small strip of red cloth. Then I opened the red cloth, and it was the incense ink I had seen in the afternoon, the regulation of two taels, and the pattern was printed on it.

Sanhua Niangniang craned her neck and stared.

"It's burnt firewood!"

"It's ink."

"Oh."

"Since Sanhua Niangniang has become a humanoid, help me study ink." Song You said to the girl again.

"What is Grinding?"

"It's just like I occasionally write, I add water to the inkstone, and use this ink strip to grind the ink and turn the water black."

"What is an inkstone?"

"It's the one that holds the water."

"Oh."

"Is that okay? Sanhua Niangniang. ”

"Why?"

"Please."

"Okay then."

Although Sanhua Niangniang didn't understand why she did this and why she did it herself, she still walked over with doubts, took the burned wood from Song You's hand, and stood obediently waiting for Song You to roll up her sleeves to the crook of her arm, revealing a thin white and tender little arm.

Looking at the clothes, then at the arms, and then at the ink strips held by the hands, it seems that the hands are not their own hands, and the world is not the world in their original eyes.

The little youkai who has just transformed is full of curiosity about everything.

"Do you want to add water first?"

"How does Sanhua Niangniang know?"

"Sanhua Niangniang, I see you did this."

"I see."

"Do you go around in circles like this?"

"Sanhua Niangniang is very wise."

"Sanhua Niangniang has seen you use it."

"After only seeing it a few times, I can understand it, such wisdom is really rare, and Song admires it."

“……”

Sanhua Niangniang stopped talking, and the more she grinded, the more serious she became.

There is no ink skin in the incense, the ink is very fast, once it is grinded open, there is a fragrance to disperse, it is a wonderful medicinal fragrance, neither strong nor light, it becomes a charm of its own.

Song You spread out the paper next to him.

"Alright."

"Is that okay?"

"Thank you, Sanhua Niangniang."

"No thanks."

The new pen was stained with ink, and it was scraped and scraped on the inkstone.

Song You thought about it again and again before he raised his pen and wrote it.

"Seeing words is like meeting, showing letters and soothing faces."

The ink fragrance is pleasant, the wet words are reflective, and every stroke that falls is extremely exquisite.

The ancient cypress of Jinyang Road, the potholes on the bluestone slabs, the mortal fireworks of Yidu City, the clouds of Eagle Mountain, the unstoppable greedy monks, and the masters of skill, Song You used very ordinary pen and ink to tell the master about the experience and cultivation since going down the mountain.

also talked about the three flower girls.

It's wonderful, it's just a whim to be with Sanhua Niangniang, I want to reach the long road and be lonely, but I didn't expect to get an accident, and now I am just with her, which has made this journey a lot more fun.

We can't forget that there is also Zhizhou who yearns for immortality.

This ink is the best ink in the world, I don't know if the old Tao has seen it before, I have to remind her to smell it.

As he wrote, a fluffy cat's paw suddenly reached over and teased with the lanyard on the pen, and the kitten's nails had a glass-like texture.

Song You stopped writing and turned his head.

I saw that the three-flowered cat had a serious face, and its paws were hooked one by one.

I looked in the room again.

Today's new garments have fallen to the ground.

"Sanhua Niangniang, what are you doing?"

"Huh?"

Sanhua Cat seemed to have just realized that he had stopped writing, turned his head to stare at him, thought for a few seconds, and said seriously: "You write yours, I play with mine." ”

“……”

Song You then continued to write.

Sanhua Niangniang continued to play.

The picture is harmonious and quiet, and the sound of the wind in the bamboo forest enters the window.