Song Huairen walked proudly on the street of Liulichang in the spring breeze, Chen Fuqing saw him coming through the window, and hurriedly ran out from Huiyuan Pavilion to say hello: "President Song, you are successful, you can count you in Liulichang right now, maintain the president, or the Japanese, this is not a joke, in the future, we will have to rely on you to cover everything in Huiyuan Pavilion." ”

"Where, where, see you later." Song Huairen didn't stop and went straight to Rong Bao Zhai. Entering the shop, he glanced around: "The owner didn't come?" ”

The guys pretended not to hear, and they were busy with their own business. Song Huairen went over and asked Li Shandong: "Where did the owner go?" ”

"Yo, President Song, the owner is not in my charge, am I not just a buddy?" Li Shandong said angrily.

Song Huairen became angry: "You ......"

Xu Hai was afraid that Li Shandong would cause trouble, so he quickly took over: "The owner is out." ”

"Out of the house?" Song Huairen was slightly stunned, "Why didn't you say hello?" When will you be back? ”

"I haven't heard of it."

"Hey, why is it so unfortunate, Mr. Inoue, I agreed there......" Song Huairen muttered to himself and walked out.

Wang Renshan came in from the back door: "Huairen, don't leave yet, we have to discuss the things in the shop." ”

Song Huairen had already arrived at the gate, and he turned around: "Hey, what else are you discussing, you can do it." As he spoke, he stepped out of the threshold with his left foot. After a while, Song Huairen turned back again, and he poked half of his head in: "Manager, there are a lot of things going on over there in the past two days, so I won't come first." ”

Wang Renshan shook his head helplessly: "What kind of demon is this?" ”

Returning to the office of the regional maintenance association at Hufang Bridge, Song Huairen couldn't help but sigh: "Alas! ”

Orange Peel was sitting idly in the room, and he leaned over: "President, you were fine when you went out, why did you sigh as soon as you came back?" ”

Song Huairen frowned: "Hi! Mr. Inoue asked me to pass on a message, he asked our host to have dinner at noon, and I agreed, but the owner is not there, how can I explain to Mr. Inoue? ”

Before Song Huairen could figure out how to explain, Inoue Muramitsu had already come in, and he was followed by two Japanese soldiers. Song Huairen and Tangerine Peel hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Mr. Song, have you made an appointment?" Inoue asked.

Song Huairen hazel, his face full of embarrassment: "Mr. Inoue, I'm sorry for you, our boss is not here today." ”

"Oh?" Inoue Muramitsu thought for a moment, and took out a list from his pocket, "Then I have to talk about it another day, Mr. Song, I have other things to do with you, please take a closer look, the calligraphy and paintings listed on it, you have to help me find it as soon as possible." ”

Song Huairen took the list and quickly glanced at it, with a surprised expression on his face.

Inoue Muramitsu looked at Song Huairen: "Please handle this matter well, we will repay you for your loyalty, do you understand?" ”

Song Huairen bowed: "I will do my best, I will do my best." ”

Sending Inoue Murako away, Tangerine Peel accosted: "President, I don't know how to read, what is written on it?" ”

Song Huairen waved his hand impatiently: "Go, it's none of your business." ”

"Hey, I said, I was still here to speak for you just now, why is it that I don't have anything to do when I encounter benefits?" Orange Peel wondered.

It has been more than half a month since the telegram sent out for the guys to withdraw from Nanjing, and until now, not even a single figure has been seen, the Japanese have occupied the city of Nanjing, and the news of the Japanese army's crazy killing has continued to come from the people, and Zhang Xi'er has not been able to contact him, Zhang Youlin is like an ant on a hot pot, and he is restless. Master Ming'an wrote two letters in succession to urge, He Jiabi judged that the old master was in such a hurry to call him over, there must be something important, Zhang Youlin then set off to Tanzhe Temple.

It was already evening when I arrived at Tanzhe Temple, in the sound of dusk drums, the monks lined up and walked into the main hall in turn, and after a while, the beautiful chanting sound came from the hall.

Zhang Youlin waited for a moment under an ancient pine, Master Ming'an walked over from the corridor next to the main hall, and Zhang Youlin greeted him: "Master! ”

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhang, you are here." Master Ming'an clasped his hands together.

Zhang Youlin returned the salute: "You are in a hurry to call me, what's the matter?" ”

Master Ming'an hesitated slightly: "It's not a big deal...... I just want you to stay in the temple for a few days, how about it? ”

Zhang Youlin breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you Master for your love, this is another world, hearing the morning bell and dusk drums and the chanting of the masters, I can temporarily forget the troubles in my heart." ”

The two of them talked and walked deeper into the temple.

"Master, from the last time I met you in Fayuan Temple to do Buddhist things for my mother, more than ten years have passed, and life is like a dream! I envy you very much, you chose to take refuge in the Buddha and live a pure life in paradise, but there are a lot of troubles. ”

Master Ming'an smiled: "The troublesome things should be yours, and I have to find you in the end, this is all caused by fate, and you can't hide from it, in fact, no matter whether you are happy or worried, as long as your heart is not moved, there is no difference between the two." ”

Zhang Youlin thought for a long time and shook his head: "This is too difficult, I am a layman, I can't reach such a realm, as soon as the Japanese come, many changes in Rong Bao Zhai have made me a vegetarian." ”

"It's hard to move in troubled times, and it's not easy for you." Master Ming'an sighed.

"No way, let's mess up!" The sky gradually darkened, Zhang Youlin looked sideways at the old mage with white hair beside him, and unconsciously moved in his heart, "Mage, Qiu Yue is quite wealthy in the United States, Ivan opened a bank in New York, and they gave birth to another daughter, if it weren't for the war, Qiu Yue originally planned to come back to see." ”

"It's all about fate." Master Ming'an counted the prayer beads in his hand, and his heart was as calm as water.

Zhang Youlin was originally a scattered person, Tanzhe Temple is surrounded by mountains, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, he seems to have entered another world, and temporarily forgot the troubles in his heart, and the things in the shop are all supported by Wang Renshan.

The train stopped in the middle of the war, and the guys walked back to Beiping, and Wang Renshan's heart was half relieved. After another ten days, an acquaintance finally came from Nanjing: Rong Bao Zhai's Nanjing branch was destroyed in the war, Zhang Xier and Song Xuan stuck to the store and failed to escape. Hearing this bad news, Wang Renshan was stunned all of a sudden, and only came back to his senses after a long time, he cried loudly: "Xizi, Song Xuan, my good brother, what are you suffering, nothing is more important than your life......

The owner Zhang Youlin was not there, Wang Renshan made his own decisions, he decided that Rong Bao Zhai took out a lot of money to compensate Zhang Xi'er and Song Xuan's families, and also sent a few guys to Zhang Xi'er and Song Xuan's home to help take care of the funeral. For the death of these two people, the employees of the whole store are very sad, after all, Rong Bao Zhai has never had such a thing, and two people died at once, or an unnatural death.

Song Huairen was very happy, he pondered, Zhang Xi'er and Song Shuan are no longer there, then, in addition to Wang Renshan, he Song Huairen is the veritable second shopkeeper of Rong Bao Zhai - although Wang Renshan is a manager, he and I Song Huairen are incomparable, I am also an official, I am the maintenance president of the region, no matter how horizontal the Japanese are, they have to give me face, otherwise who will maintain them for them?

Recently, Song Huairen has grown a temper, and often yells at the guys in the shop, picking his nose and eyes, so that a timid guy like Xu Hai sees him like a mouse seeing a cat, and he can't wait to get into the counter and hide it. I don't know when Wang Renshan became polite, not only did he no longer send him work, but even sometimes saw him come in, and he also took the initiative to let out the north house in the backyard, and found a place to do what to do, which made Song Huairen feel very happy, thinking that Wang Renshan was a more sensible person.

Song Huairen checked the catalogue of calligraphy and paintings handed over to him by Inoue Muramitsu again, some things have been done, but the most difficult thing is Chen Fuqing's "Siming Mountain Residence Map", which is the treasure of Huiyuan Pavilion's town store, can Chen Fuqing take it out easily?

Song Huairen pondered for a long time and didn't come up with a good way, to see that it was getting late, and there would be a dinner in Fengze Garden later. Two days ago, the "Cuiyun Pavilion" painting shop in Xitouer had just changed owners, and the new owner shop had not yet opened and rushed to invite Song Huairen to dinner. The wine is three rounds, and the show really starts after the five flavors, according to this kind of procedure, the new owner doesn't want to take out his hand if he doesn't have a hundred yuan in the red envelope......

Song Huairen turned on the radio he had just brought back on the table, which was playing Mei Lanfang's "Drunken Concubine": "...... When you first entered the palace, how did your mother treat you and love you so much? To this day, you are ungrateful, and the jade beauty fell on the sword Qianjia......" He closed his eyes and shook his head and hummed along with the play, Zhao Sanlong passed by the door, he looked in curiously, hesitated, and walked in.

Song Huairen opened his eyes: "The account is settled?" ”

"Shandong is getting married." Zhao Sanlong looked at the radio in surprise, and reached out to touch it, "What is this?" ”

Song Huairen pushed away Zhao Sanlong's hand: "Don't move, this is called a chatterbox, and gold is expensive." ”

"This thing is really godly, you put such a big stage inside, where did you come from?"

"The Japanese gave it, and people can afford our Rong Bao Zhai." Song Huairen said earnestly, "Sanlong, let me tell you, the Japanese are also people, you are polite to them, if you have something, you will help, and others will not give you a loss, this is called a courtesy exchange......"

Zhang Xiaolu paced in, leaned against the table, reached out to turn off the radio, and looked at him provocatively: "Manager Song, life is moist enough, don't work during work hours, do you listen to the play?" ”

Song Huairen subconsciously stood up, and he read something ominous from Zhang Xiaolu's eyes. Although this young owner is a graduate of Tsinghua University, but he is not a weak scholar, he has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, and he has a big waist and a round waist, who knows which tendon is wrong today, besides, after all, he is a young owner, Rong Bao Zhai's shop is his sooner or later, this master can not mess with or not.

Song Huairen barely squeezed out a smile: "Shaodong, you sit, you sit, I'll ask Manager Wang to ...... for you" Song Huairen hurriedly fled.

When Wang Renshan came in, Zhang Xiaolu was still moving his wrist, and he said angrily: "Manager Wang, I really want to smoke Song Huairen's grandson." ”

Wang Renshan waved his hand: "Young owner, it's not worth it, don't dirty your hands for such a thing, you ...... Something? ”

Zhang Xiaolu closed the door, he looked at Wang Renshan, and stopped talking.

Wang Renshan poured him a bowl of tea: "Young owner, if you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Zhang Xiaolu took the tea bowl: "Manager Wang, don't hide it, I have a classmate who went out of the city to join the anti-Japanese guerrillas, and wanted me to help get some medicine for gunshot wounds, I went around the pharmacy, there is no at all, the Japanese are under control, can you help me think of a way?" ”

Wang Renshan looked up at the window: "Be quiet, this is a matter of losing your head." He pondered for a moment, "When will your father come back?" ”

Zhang Xiaolu shook his head: "I don't know, my mother went to Tanzhe Temple to see it once, and it seems that Master Ming'an didn't let me come back." ”

Wang Renshan nodded and said, "Xiaolu, this matter is not trivial, you let me think about it." ”

Master Ming'an kept Zhang Youlin until the twenty-third day of the lunar month, and only let him go back after spending his childhood in the temple. On the day of leaving, Master Ming'an sent Zhang Youlin far away, and when they broke up, Zhang Youlin couldn't help but look back, and some nostalgia was born in his heart: "It's rare to have such a quiet place in troubled times!" ”

Master Ming'an still spoke in a calm tone: "If the heart is pure, the Buddha and the land are pure." ”

"In the past few days in the temple, I have basically figured out those things, just like you said, everything is as it is."

"If you can really do everything, you will be at ease." Master Ming'an paused for a moment and said, "Youlin, I called you here to let you avoid a killing disaster. ”

Zhang Youlin was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to come back to his senses: "Murder? Why? ”

"You'll find out soon, take care."

Zhang Youlin got into the car in confusion and waved goodbye to Master Ming'an, who watched the car disappear at the bend in the mountain before slowly leaving.

In the car, Lao An handed a stack of newspapers to Zhang Youlin: "Sir, this is what you have saved these days." ”

Zhang Youlin took the newspaper and looked at it: "Is everything okay at home?" ”

"Mrs. and young master are all very good."

"Where's the shop?"

"Manager Wang will take care of it, Manager Song will run to maintain the club, and everything else will continue as usual."

Suddenly, Zhang Youlin's hand flipping through the newspaper stopped, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. I saw that in the newspaper, the eye-catching headline in bold letters read: "Rehabilitation equipment carries illegal drugs, and Pan Wen'an, director of Keats Hospital, is shot."

Zhang Youlin's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, he grabbed the handle next to the seat tightly, and tears came out of his eyes......

It turned out that when Zhang Youlin and Pan Wen'an met at the Liuguo Hotel, Master Ming'an was meditating, he was no longer the Yang Xianji of the past, after decades of painstaking practice, he had achieved a very high realm, and he had a deep understanding of everything in the world. In the meditation, Master Ming'an saw the result of this incident, Pan Wen'an must have this catastrophe in his fate, he couldn't save it, and Zhang Youlin could still dodge, so Master Ming'an Xiushu called him to live in the temple to help him escape this catastrophe.

After Master Ming'an sent Zhang Youlin away, he knew that his days were numbered, he went out to travel again, and finally passed away with a smile in the Pure Industry Temple of Zhongnan Mountain, and his body was cremated seven days later, and he got hundreds of colorful relics, which were offered and treasured by the believers.

Zhang Xiaolu hesitated for a long time, but still walked into his father's study, and he sat down next to Zhang Youlin: "Dad, there is something I've been thinking about for a long time, and I still have to tell you." ”

Zhang Youlin put down the book in his hand: "It's a matter of looking for medicine, right?" Manager Wang told me. ”

Zhang Xiaolu frowned: "I've thought of a lot of ways, but they can't work, it seems that I can only rely on you." ”

"Xiaolu, this is a matter of losing your head, don't mention it to anyone again." Zhang Youlin's words were harsh.

Zhang Xiaolu looked at his father in surprise: "You ......"

Zhang Youlin sighed: "Alas, our Zhang family is not prosperous, and now you are such a lone seedling, you can't say anything and have a ......."

Before Zhang Youlin's words were finished, someone pushed the door open: "Master, Doctor Yue is here, waiting in the living room." ”

Zhang Youlin stood up: "I'll go over immediately." ”

Zhang Xiaolu was also about to follow, but was stopped by Zhang Youlin: "Didn't I tell you, don't get involved in this matter anymore." ”

Zhang Youlin changed his clothes and came to the living room, Yue Mingchun smiled: "Mr. Zhang, what are you looking for me to do, I can guess eight or nine." ”

Zhang Youlin sat down opposite Yue Mingchun: "If that's the case, I'll save myself any more." ”

"Manager Wang talked to me, but I didn't figure out a way for a while." Yue Mingchun shook his head.

"Did you get the medicine?"

"There are no ready-made ones, but they can be prepared with traditional Chinese medicine, but it is not easy to take them out, and the Japanese control them too strictly."

"I have an idea." Zhang Youlin lowered his voice, "My grandfather used pine smoke ink to stop bleeding for a friend when he was not in a rut, can we add the medicine for gunshot wounds to the ink and take it out?" ”

"Moli Tibetan medicine?" Yue Mingchun frowned.

"In the "Compendium of Materia Medica", there is a saying of 'medicinal ink', which means to open an ink-making workshop in the name of Rong Bao Zhai and mix the medicine in the ink."

Yue Mingchun suddenly realized: "This is a good idea, Rong Bao Zhai ink making is a legitimate thing, it will not arouse suspicion, I will check the "Compendium of Materia Medica" again, and think about what medicine to add to it." ”

"Don't spread the word." Zhang Youlin advised.

Yue Mingchun smiled heartily: "Don't worry, I understand." ”

After lunch at noon, Song Huairen slowly paced into Rong Bao Zhai, he walked around the backyard, and then went to the north house to stare at a short sleep, he ate too much barbecue at noon, and his mouth was thirsty, so he got up lazily, soaked himself in a pot of fragrant Tieguanyin, and went to the front hall with a purple clay pot.

There were no guests in the shop, Song Huairen sat on a chair drinking tea, he looked around and found that there was no one missing, so he dragged a long voice and asked: "Manager, why haven't you seen Sanlong these days, why did he go?" ”

"Oh, the owner told him to do something." Wang Renshan replied while keeping accounts.

Song Huairen rolled his eyes: "Is it a business or a private matter?" You can't take your salary in the shop and do private work for him. ”

Wang Renshan raised his head, and before he could speak, Li Shandong had already leaned over: "Deputy manager, you run to the maintenance club all day long, and you don't get paid in the shop to do things for the maintenance club, right?" ”

Song Huairen was choked by Li Shandong's blushing face, he was thinking about how to clean up Li Shandong, and the guy Qixian, who was tidying up the counter on the side, said seriously: "Deputy manager, you have been very different from before recently. ”

"What do you think I'm different from before?" Song Huairen's attention shifted.

Li Shandong hurriedly replied: "Since the Japanese entered the city, some people have even walked in the aisles, and they have ...... like this."

He exaggerated the drawing, imitated the crab, and walked sideways.

Ren Qixian also pouted his buttocks, nodded his head, and muttered: "Tai...... Taijun ......"

Everyone laughed for a while, Song Huairen was angry, he stood up "Teng", and with his hand, the purple clay pot fell to the ground and shattered with a "snap".

Li Shandong suppressed his smile: "Yes, yes, don't smash the raft with the teapot, the things in this shop are all purchased by the owner." ”

Xu Hai brought the broom, Li Shandong took it, and he swept the broken pot under Song Huairen's feet: "President Song, you let it, you let it......"

Song Huairen was angry, and he glared at the guys viciously: "Listen, everyone, I don't care about the past, even if it's over, I will pay a little attention to what I will say in the future, Li Shandong, if I hear the thorns in your words again, don't blame me for not being righteous." ”

There was silence in the shop for a while, and Song Huairen saw that he was holding down, and sat back on the chair, not knowing who he was instructing: "Make tea!" ”

Guys, look at me, I'll look at you, they all stood still, Song Huairen jumped like thunder: "Hmph, dare to trick me?" Is this a fight with the Japanese, is it the other way around? ”

The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became tense.

"Who's the opposite?" Zhang Youlin stepped into the threshold, he looked at everyone, and his words were soft and hard, "We are businessmen, it is our duty to do business and make money to support our families, don't talk nonsense in the shop if you have nothing to do, today I will explain to everyone, if anyone thinks that Rong Bao Zhai's temple is not enough for him, find another job as soon as possible, I Zhang Youlin will not delay his future." ”

Everyone was silent, Li Shandong glanced at Song Huairen, and Song Huairen glared at him fiercely.

Wang Renshan walked over: "Boss, how is the matter of ink making?" ”

Song Huairen also hurriedly accosted: "Boss, if you have something, just tell me, and I'll do it." ”

Zhang Youlin looked at Song Huairen and said angrily: "I have to catch you too, have you been in the shop seriously these days?" ”

"Hey, isn't it a lot of work to maintain the meeting?"

"Okay, there's a lot of work over there, you can get busy first, just keep an eye on me and Manager Wang in the shop." Zhang Youlin ignored him anymore.

As soon as Song Huairen was obedient, he hurriedly looked back: "Dongjia, at the moment, Beiping is the world of the Japanese, I came forward to be the president of the regional maintenance, and our shop is also polished, won't it delay some time?" What is the time yet? It's a big deal that I'll be a little late. ”

"Humph! Bullshit, some people, it's the turtle that went into the blacksmith shop - looking for a hammer! Li Shandong angrily stuffed rice paper into the counter.

Song Huairen pretended not to hear: "Yes, the owner, according to what you said, I will be busy with the maintenance of the club first." He walked past Zhang Youlin's side, leaned on Zhang Youlin's ear and whispered: "Boss, last summer, when you asked your guy to deliver food to the 29th Army at Lugou Bridge, someone reported it to the Japanese, but let me suppress it." ”

"Isn't this all public, and you still need to report it?" Zhang Youlin was surprised.

Song Huairen's brows furrowed: "Don't say that, if the Japanese know about this, you will have a ballast on you." ”

Zhang Youlin softened his tone: "Oh, Huairen, that's right, Rong Baozhai is mine, it's yours, it's all of us, no matter when, you have to remember that we are Chinese, and if we are Chinese, we have to help each other, right?" ”

Song Huairen hurriedly got off the donkey: "Owner, don't worry, you still don't know me?" Can I eat inside and out? ”

"Okay, if that's the case, I'll keep the position of assistant manager for you."

"You stay, stay, I'll go and come back quickly." Song Huairen left in a hurry.

Rong Bao Zhai's new ink-making workshop is located in a medium-sized courtyard near Taoran Pavilion, with several stoves built against the east wall, and many chimneys with crutches on the stoves, and a pine forest behind the courtyard.

Yao De, the ink master in his fifties, was a fat old man with a shy stomach, he was concentrating on taking cigarettes from a chimney, Zhao Sanlong walked in with a large bundle of pine branches, Yao Deyou looked over and shook his head: "Sanlong, the pine branches you are looking for are too tender, and you can't take out much cigarettes in this big bundle." ”

Zhao Sanlong wiped the sweat on his face: "What do you have to cut?" ”

Yao Deyou put down the chimney in his hand: "I'll take you there." ”

The two walked towards the depths of the pine forest, and Zhao Sanlong sighed: "I really didn't expect that making ink would be so particular." ”

"This is a line, isn't Rong Bao Zhai selling ink, why do you want to do it yourself while selling it?" Yao Deyou was quite puzzled.

"Let's guy, how do you know what the owner thinks? Let me do whatever I want. Zhao Sanlong picked up a piece of dirt on the ground and threw it at the squirrel on the tree.

Yao Deyou stopped in front of an ancient pine tree that was thicker than him, and pointed to the pine resin oozing from the trunk: "Ancient pine with pine resin is the best, just cut it like this." ”

Zhao Sanlong raised his head and took a look, spat at his hand, rubbed and rubbed a few times before climbing up.

Yao Deyou tilted his head: "Be careful, don't fall." ”

After cutting the pine branches, he returned to the workshop, and after a while, Li Shandong came with a big bag on his shoulder and a small basket of eggs in his hand. Zhao Sanlong leaned over, staring at the egg with two eyes, and his right hand was already stretched out in the air: "Shandong, this is our dinner, right?" ”

Li Shandong saw Zhao Sanlong's posture, and hurriedly moved the egg away: "Don't, the owner let Master Yao send it over." ”

Zhao Sanlong was quite disappointed: "We don't have to dare to love it." ”

"Your owner is really interested, if you add eggs, the ink that comes out will be different." Yao Deyou took the eggs.

Zhao Sanlong followed behind Yao Deyou's ass: "I said Master, people don't have to eat such a valuable thing as eggs, add it to Moly?" What a pity. ”

Yao Deyou smiled at Li Shandong: "Look at my apprentice, my mouth is so greedy, this basket of eggs will hang here, and if you can't add it to the ink, it will all go into his stomach." ”

Zhao Sanlong swallowed and foamed, and his eyes finally left the egg: "Master, that's what I said, you really dare to eat it?" Isn't that a shame for Rong Bao Zhai? ”

Yao Deyou pondered for a moment and said to Li Shandong: "Go back and tell your host, I will stay for a few more days, and wait for the first batch of ink to come out before leaving." ”

Li Shandong grabbed him: "Don't pay the price, the owner said, you are old, you can help guide you for a few days, and you can explain the rest to Sanlong, just let him get it." ”

"I'm afraid he won't be able to do it if I don't teach him by hand."

"It's okay."

"It doesn't matter what you call it?" Yao Deyou pointed to the equipment in the yard, "After spending so much money on things, wouldn't it be a fool's throw if you can't make ink?" ”

"The owner said it doesn't matter, but it doesn't matter, I'll send you back."

Yao De was angry: "You owners are really. ”

At this time, Tangerine Peel was catching crickets nearby, and he saw Li Shandong accompany an old man from a distance to come out of a lonely yard, and was curious, so he sneaked over, and looked inside through the crack in the door, and was startled. He didn't even beat him and ran to find Song Huairen.

After sending Yao Deyou away, Zhang Youlin couldn't wait to come to the ink-making workshop. He was a quick temper, and it was fifteen that day, and the moon in the sky was round and bright, so Zhang Youlin took Zhao Sanlong to do it in full swing. He held the ink-making recipe he had discussed with Yue Mingchun in his hand, and instructed Zhao Sanlong: "Two catties of pine smoke." ”

"Two catties of pine smoke—" Zhao Sanlong sang in his mouth, weighed two catties of pine smoke with a scale, and poured it into a large wooden basin beside him.

"Ten taels of glue."

"Ten taels of glue—" Ten taels of glue were also poured into the wooden basin.

After preparing the ingredients according to the recipe, Zhao Sanlong used a wooden stick to stir in the big basin and asked, "Boss, where did your recipe come from?" ”

"Copied from Wei Dan's "Hemo Law".

"Who is Wei Dan?"

"The famous ink-maker of the Three Kingdoms period, the word Zhongjiang, he made the best ink at that time, known as 'Zhongjiang's ink, a little like lacquer'."

"Can ink still be like lacquer?" Zhao Sanlong didn't seem to believe it.

Zhang Youlin explained: "The general pine smoke ink, the color is black and dark, and there is no luster, Wei Dan's ink is not only shiny, but also has strong adhesion, so it is called 'a little like lacquer'." ”

Zhao Sanlong pondered: "If we follow Wei Dan's recipe at all, can we also make famous ink?" ”

Zhang Youlin shook his head: "That's not good, it's like cooking, the ingredients are the same, different people, the taste can be 108,000 miles different." ”

Zhang Youlin took the big thick bowl and handed it to Zhao Sanlong: "Put the egg whites and the inside." ”

Zhao Sanlong mixed the egg whites into the big wooden basin and pulled the egg yolk aside: "What about the egg yolk?" ”

"I'll eat it for a late-night snack later."

"Okay!" Zhao Sanlong became excited, he carefully put the big thick bowl on the stove at the gate, and leaned in to sniff it vigorously with his nose.

At this moment, Tangerine Peel and a small group of Japanese military police had arrived near the ink-making workshop. Because it was Rong Bao Zhai's business, Song Huairen played a trick, so he didn't show up, and took the Japanese military police to arrest him by orange peel. Tangerine Peel pointed to the faint light in front of him, and whispered in the ear of Zhang Guangcan, an interpreter of the Japanese gendarmerie: "That's it." ”

Zhang Guangcan translated the words of the orange peel to the head of the military police squad, Takeo Nishimura, who waved his hand to his subordinates: "Go up quietly and surround that place." ”

The Japanese gendarmes quickly dispersed and reached the ink-making workshop.

In the courtyard, Zhao Sanlong mixed the finely chopped herbs into a large wooden basin, and Zhang Youlin pondered: "Add these herbs, what will the ink look like?" ”

Zhao Sanlong grinned: "Anyway, I don't write with it, what kind of love you have." ”

Suddenly, a scream from Li Shandong came from not far away: "Mom! ”

"It's not good, someone ......" Zhao Sanlong's face changed greatly.

"Don't panic." Zhang Youlin picked up the wooden stick and hurriedly stirred it in the big wooden basin, Zhao Sanlong was stunned for a moment, took the wooden stick and stirred it vigorously, Zhang Youlin quickly threw the bag of the charge into the hearth. The sound of chaotic footsteps was approaching, and Zhang Youlin calmly opened the gate of the courtyard.

Orange Peel rushed in with the Japanese military police, and Li Shandong's hands were tied behind his back and pushed in.

Zhao Sanlong put down the wooden stick in his hand, he found the orange peel at a glance, and immediately became angry: "Orange peel, you kid is really yin, I don't finish this matter with you......"

Zhao Sanlong walked towards the orange peel, and the Japanese military police put the rifle in his hand and stopped Zhao Sanlong: "Baga! ”

Takeo Nishimura looked around, sniffed vigorously, and muttered a word of Japanese to Zhang Guangcan, which meant that there was a strange smell here. Zhang Guangcan also sniffed with his nose and frowned.

Nishimura found a large wooden basin on the ground, and he hesitated for a moment, but walked over anyway.

Zhang Youlin saw that the Japanese were interested in the contents of the wooden basin, so he took the initiative to pick up the oil lamp on the table and shine it on him.

Takeo Nishimura looked at the black thing in the wooden basin, frowned, and asked Zhang Guangcan, "What is this?" ”

Zhang Guangcan asked Zhang Youlin: "What is this thing for?" ”

"Ink-making, I saw a recipe for ink-making from an ancient book, and I wanted to try it myself."

Zhang Guangcan squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Youlin: "Who are you?" ”

Orange Peel hurriedly replied on the side: "Liuli Factory, the owner of Rong Bao Zhai." ”

Zhang Guangcan translated for Nishimura, who squatted down, picked up a little paste from the basin with his hand, looked at it carefully, and threw it down again. He stood up, glanced around the courtyard, pointed to the equipment on the east wall, and asked, "What is this for?" ”

Zhang Guangcan looked at Zhang Youlin: "The imperial army asked you, what is this for?" ”

Zhang Youlin walked over, took off a neck crutch and showed it to them: "What I want to do is to loosen the smoke ink, light the pine branches in the stove, and let the smoke be stored in the chimney." ”

Nishimura stretched out a finger and probed into his neck, sticking out a little cigarette oil, and then reached to his nose and sniffed it, his expression was puzzled: "This smell is different from the one in the basin." ”

Zhang Guangcan translated: "The imperial army asked, why does this taste different from the one in the basin? ”

Zhang Youlin pointed to the wooden basin: "This is the raw material, the basin is mixed with glue, as well as egg white, cinnabar ......"

Takeo Nishimura breathed a sigh of relief, he had practiced calligraphy and knew what ink was for, he turned to orange peel and yelled: "Your information is wrong, this is not for explosives." ”

Orange Peel was dumbfounded when he heard it: "The Imperial Army ...... Imperial Army, I really didn't mean to deceive you, I ...... I see what the hell they're here...... Sneakily tinkering, I thought it was making explosives to harm the imperial army...... "He was so frightened that he trembled.

Takeo Nishimura patted Orange Peel on the shoulder: "It's good that you're loyal to the Imperial Japanese Army, but you need to learn the basics of making explosives." ”

After hearing this, Tangerine Peel bowed to Nishimura three times in a row: "Thank you, Imperial Army!" Thank you Imperial Army ......"

Nishimura Takeo waved his hand and walked towards the door with his subordinates, Orange Peel was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed, when he passed by the stove, he touched the big thick bowl with egg yolk to the ground, and the egg yolk spilled on the ground, Zhao Sanlong was untying Li Shandong's rope, and he was so distressed that he stomped his feet.

Li Shandong moved his numb arms and sighed: "Boss, thanks to your thoughtfulness, let me ambush in the dark, otherwise it will be trouble!" ”

Zhang Youlin looked at the two young guys with pity: "Hold on tight, let's shape the ink as soon as possible, and I'll take you to Quanjude for a good meal tomorrow." ”

"Thank you, owner!" The faces of the two men bloomed with joy.

In December 1938, Wang Zhaoming, former vice president of the Chinese Kuomintang and vice president of the Supreme Council of National Defense, left Chongqing and returned to Nanjing via Hanoi, Vietnam.

On this morning, Tangerine Peel held a small flag in his hand and walked lazily down Liulichang Street with a procession of improvised people from various shops.

Orange Peel is illiterate, he doesn't know the purpose of today's march, and he doesn't know where the person named Wang Zhaoming is, he is just a listener, since President Song has sent a messenger, he has to do this job well. Like many little people, orange peel is the kind of master who holds chicken feathers as an arrow, passing through Rong Bao Zhai, orange peel turned around and carefully inspected, and then shouted loudly: "Rong Bao Zhai's people are not coming?" There was no one in the group for a long time.

Orange Peel was angry: "Didn't come? Fuck, I knew they weren't coming. He waved his hand to everyone: "Stop first, don't go away, I'll take a look." ”

The orange peel entered Rong Bao Zhai, and shouted at Wang Renshan angrily: "Manager Wang, why is Rong Bao Zhai not out?" ”

Wang Renshan was flipping through the poems, and he stood up: "It's long gone." ”

Orange Peel was anxious: "The procession has set off, and you Rong Bao Zhai people haven't seen a shadow yet." ”

Wang Renshan looked very suspicious: "Won't it?" ”

As he was talking, Zhao Sanlong came in from the back door with his pants, his face was sallow: "Manager, I didn't know which bite to eat well yesterday, and I started to run my stomach in the second half of the night. ”

"Yo, Sanlong, I thought you went to the parade, where you were in the thatched house for a long time, orange peel, you saw this, right? Sanlong is sick. ”

The orange peel shook the small flag and glanced at Zhao Sanlong: "Then change people, it's not okay not to go." ”

Wang Renshan was a little embarrassed: "The guys have all gone out, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone for the time being." ”

"If you really can't find someone, then Manager Wang, you can go." The orange peel is unambiguous.

Wang Renshan hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't pay the price, I'm leaving, who will take care of the shop?" ”

Zhao Sanlong looked curiously at the small flag in the hand of the orange peel, and grabbed it, and the flag read: "Warmly celebrate Mr. Wang Zhaoming's cooperation with the Japanese government!" Zhao Sanlong read aloud.

Zhang Youlin just stepped into the threshold, and he was taken aback: "What, what did you say?" What happened to Wang Zhaoming? ”

Zhao Sanlong greeted him: "Ouch, don't you know?" It was all published in the newspapers, and Wang Zhaoming made peace with the Japanese. ”

Wang Renshan handed over the newspaper: "It just came out this morning. He patted Orange Peel on the shoulder again: "I said brother, we really can't draw people out of the shop, can you help and be accommodating?" ”

Orange Peel thought for a while: "Since you have difficulties, I don't want to be too serious, the Japanese have to deal with it, otherwise I can't explain, so let's hire an idler for you to go to the parade, and your manager Wang has to mean it." "Orange peel makes a finger twisting motion.

Wang Renshan understood: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, you go first, and then come to me in the evening to get the money." ”

"Well, we'll make up our minds." The orange peel was overjoyed, and went out like a gust of wind.

Here, Zhang Youlin looked at the newspaper, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gradually became unsteady on his feet, he held the counter with his hand, reluctantly walked to the table, and sat down on the chair dejectedly......

"Boss, boss, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with it? Wang Renshan hurriedly followed.

Zhang Youlin waved his hand heavily and closed his eyes. After a while, Zhang Youlin eased up, he stood up suddenly, took down the "Foxy" ink given by Wang Zhaoming from the Hundred Treasure Pavilion, he took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and the past with Wang Zhaoming appeared in front of him one by one...... After a while, Zhang Youlin's face was full of tears, he held Gu Mo and laughed miserably: "Wang Zhaoming, Wang Zhaoming, I respected you in the past, I respected you as a man, and you were a well-known revolutionary party, but I was wrong, I didn't expect you to be a traitor!" You, you! Don't you know that the Japanese occupy our land, destroy our cities, kill our people, rape my wife and daughter, and have a common enmity with us? But you have treasoned against the enemy, recognized the thief as your father, and lost the face of your ancestors, I, Zhang Youlin, feel ashamed to have a friend like you, and I ...... today I cut off my robe with you Wang Zhaoming, from now on, you are my enemy......" Zhang Youlin raised the "Xuanyi" ink with both hands, and together with the glass cover covered with ancient ink, he fell to the ground fiercely.

After a crisp "pop", the ink and the glass cover were smashed together.

Wang Renshan helped Zhang Youlin get down from the chair, poured a bowl of tea and brought it over: "Boss, you dissipate your anger, dissipate your anger." ”

Zhang Youlin raised his neck and drank the tea, put the tea bowl on the table of the Eight Immortals, shook his hand, and walked away.

In the backyard, Song Huairen heard the sound and hurriedly came over, he looked at Zhang Youlin's back, and then looked at the broken glass ballast on the ground and the broken "foxy" ink, squatted down and picked up a piece of broken ink, looked at it carefully, threw it on the ground again, stood up, and said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "What is the problem of the owner?" Mr. Wang is a big celebrity in front of the Japanese right now, and it's too late for him to stammer, so it's better for him to use the gifts given by others as a punching bag, and he doesn't know what to do. Thanks to me as the president of the maintenance department, if I had been replaced, I would have been able to join the gendarmerie today. ”

Zhao Sanlong walked over: "Deputy manager, you are wrong, Gu Mo was touched by me who was cleaning up the shelf just now and didn't pay attention to it." ”

Song Huairen's eyes widened: "Who are you fooling?" Think I'm a fool, right? ”

Zhao Sanlong did not show weakness: "When you came in just now, the ancient ink was already broken, I said that I touched it, how can you prove that it is not?" You can't point to the gourd and say it's a scoop, right? ”

"Sanlong, don't clean up soon, what nonsense are you talking here?" Wang Renshan said fiercely.

Zhao Sanlong went out to get a broom and a dustpan, Song Huairen sat down and sighed: "Alas, manager, our owner, if it goes on like this, I don't think it's good to make trouble." ”

Wang Renshan pretended not to hear it, and went out with a stack of poems.

Song Huairen has a small abacus in his heart, although it is the world of the Japanese at the moment, Rong Baozhai's position cannot be easily given up, isn't it better to step on two boats and get two salaries? No matter what the years are, the money is a good thing, and no one gives it in vain, so although he knows that the people in the shop don't want to see him, as long as he is still passable on face, he also tries not to do things in vain.

The ink-making workshop that Zhang Youlin opened on a whim finally didn't go to waste, and the ink was finally made, but the quality was ...... Not really. That afternoon, Zhang Youlin came to the shop, he took out "Zhang Mo" and handed it to Wang Renshan: "Renshan, look at it, it's okay, it's just that the color of the research is light, the painting is okay, and the writing is almost meaningless." ”

Wang Renshan took the ink and looked at it carefully, and Song Huairen also came over.

Zhang Youlin looked quite enthusiastic: "Huairen, you can also take a look." ”

Song Huairen pretended to be surprised: "Yo, it's done?" ”

Wang Renshan handed the ink to Song Huairen, Song Huairen took it in his hand and looked at it, frowning: "Dongjia, this is Wei Dan's recipe?" The brightness is not enough wow. ”

"Where are we going to find so many egg whites to redeem in them?" Zhao Sanlong interjected on the side.

Song Huairen thought for a moment: "It's not enough to mix egg whites alone, I think you need to add a little more glue." ”

Zhang Youlin nodded appreciatively: "I have to say that Huairen is an expert, next time, you follow Sanlong." ”

Song Huairen hurriedly excused himself: "I'll forget it, I don't have that addiction." He returned the ink to Zhang Youlin, "Who do you sell this kind of ink to?" ”

"It's not a problem for the buyer, but it's a hassle to deliver the goods."

"What's the trouble?"

"Hey, don't you have to check it when you go out of town? How do the Japanese know what it is? If it is deducted as dangerous goods, it will pay a lot of money. ”

"Oh, sell it to other places......" Song Huairen thought.

Wang Renshan spoke: "Dongjia, I don't think this ink is bad, if it is in Beiping, I am really afraid that it will not be sold." ”

Zhang Youlin stood up: "Huairen, aren't you maintaining the meeting, think of a way, get this batch of goods out, after trying a few times in the future, our ink will get better and better, if there is a channel for foreign transportation, this business can be done." ”

Zhang Youlin hasn't given Song Huairen a good face for a few days, and now a good "Zhang Mo" is taken out, the owner is full of joy, Song Huairen hurriedly stammered: "The owner, don't worry, I will definitely find a way, I will definitely find a way......"

Zhang Youlin pushed the boat down the river: "Then this matter will be left to you." ”

That being said, can you count on Song Huairen for such an important matter? These days, Zhang Youlin sent Li Shandong to Guang'anmen several times, and the Japanese devils checked the items out of the city very strictly, and they couldn't get out easily, but Li Shandong talked about a detail that attracted Zhang Youlin's attention. It turned out that every double day, it was the captain of the West Village who had been to the ink-making workshop to check at night at the city gate. Zhang Youlin thought about it for a while and thought about it. He explained it to Li Shandong in this way, and Li Shandong understood it, and invited orange peel to drink wine that night.

In a tavern near Liulichang, Tangerine Peel was greatly moved: "Your proprietor is righteous and marches...... It's a trivial matter, fooling the Japanese, Manager Wang has already given the money, and asked you to ask for another meal, I can't bear it. ”

Li Shandong looked very affectionate: "Dude, you're polite, walk ......" The two clinked glasses and drank all the wine in the cup.

Orange peel smacked his mouth: "This wine is really good, brother, you are in Rongbao Zhai, and your life is more moisturizing than our buddies." ”

Li Shandong said casually: "Then you will come too." ”

Tangerine Peel shook his head: "How can there be such a good thing?" You Manager Wang also have to ask for me. ”

"If you really want to come, I'll talk to Manager Wang, and if it's not good, Manager Wang will agree." Li Shandong is serious.

"Come on, don't fool me with nice things, you Rong Bao Zhai's big shop, do you want me to mess around?"

Li Shandong was anxious: "Brother, I don't like to hear this, which grandson is treating you as a gangster?" I'm not done with him! ”

Orange Peel smiled bitterly: "Shandong, don't take me to play cymbals, buddy also toast you, it's not a compensatory to Rong Bao Zhai, you must have brought a message to your boss for your buddy, last time it was really no problem, President Song forced me to take the Japanese up, I ate under President Song's hands, can you say 'no'?" ”

Li Shandong's big bag: "Okay, this matter is on me, our brothers and sisters have a good drink tonight, and forget all the pimples in the past......"

The two pushed the cups and changed the lamps, drank all night, and the orange peel was drunk like mud, and was carried back to the residence by Li Shandong.

What Tangerine Peel never expected was that Wang Renshan actually agreed to hire him. Hearing the news, Orange Peel was stunned for a long time, thinking that he was dreaming, and then with tears in his eyes, he fell to the ground, and for the first time in his life, he kowtowed to his parents three times in a row, and muttered to himself: "Father, mother, you have accumulated virtue in the underworld, and the child has finally come to run......"

On the day of work, Tangerine Peel got up very early and waited outside the door for more than two hours before Wang Renshan came.

Orange Peel stood respectfully opposite Wang Renshan, and Wang Renshan pointed to the chair: "You can sit down." ”

"No, I'll just stand." Orange peel owes a debt to the body.

"Do you know who recommended you?"

Orange Peel didn't hesitate: "Li Shandong." ”

"There is also Deputy Manager Song, mainly because our Deputy Manager Song has taken a fancy to you."

Tangerine Peel was flattered: "Deputy Manager Song is my great benefactor, and so are you, I can't forget the great kindness of the two of you......"

Wang Renshan interrupted him: "I discussed it with Deputy Manager Song, you still have to keep an eye on the maintenance meeting, otherwise the Japanese should say that Rong Bao Zhai dug the foot of the maintenance meeting, Rong Bao Zhai will greet you if there is something here, it's okay, you don't need to come over." ”

"Don't you dare to love me for a long time?" Orange peel couldn't help but be disappointed.

Wang Renshan frowned: "I don't say that you also know, these days prices are soaring, there is not enough food to eat, how many people can buy stationery supplies?" Don't look at the shop is not small, but there is no money to be made at the moment. ”

Orange Peel's eyes rolled: "What do you mean...... Do you want me to help for nothing? ”

"That's not it, let's settle a sum of money, just according to the current market, what do you think?"

"Success, success." Tangerine Peel nodded repeatedly.

As he was talking, Zhang Youlin came in, and the orange peel nodded and leaned up: "Dongjia, you are here, you can tell me if there is anything, you can run errands for Rong Baozhai, it is the yin virtue accumulated by my eight generations of ancestors......"

Wang Renshan waved his hand: "Okay, you go back first." ”

"Yes, Manager Wang, then I'll go, waiting for your greeting at any time."

The orange peel retreated out of the north house in the backyard of Rong Bao Zhai, and Zhang Youlin and Wang Renshan looked at each other and smiled.