Since this land treats Ji Yuan as an ordinary person passing by, Ji Yuan will not say anything, walking slowly along the river, like a gentleman enjoying the scenery, but the rest of his eyes are still watching the movements of this land.

Looking at the land is more rickety and short than ordinary old men, although it has the appearance of a human body, it is not the kind of land that people cultivate into ghosts and gods after death.

There are often several types of spirits in the earth, and the body shape always tends to be like this, according to Ji Yuan, at least more than thirty percent of the land is cultivated by these types of spirits.

The land lord in front of him has always been immersed in his own world, and he doesn't know that he is being followed by a person who cultivates far higher than himself.

Walking along the river, he saw that there was ink flowing in the river, so he used a long cane to pick up a stream, and then grabbed it in his hand and took it closer to see and smell it, and even put some in his mouth and tasted it.

"No, there's no smell, isn't that it?

The land lord sprinkled a handful of water into the river, and then hesitated for a moment to continue walking along the river.

This is obviously looking for something, Ji Yuan is also a little curious, he has also thought about whether it is possible to find the same goal as himself, if it is really the same goal, Ji Yuan is not in a hurry to find those words, he has to see what makes the land look like this.

Although this land lord is short, his movements are actually not slow, after all, he is a land god who connects the leylines, and his speed is very fast when he steps on the land under his own jurisdiction.

Occasionally, he will disappear directly into the soil, and then look east and west after showing his figure in the distance, if it weren't for Ji Yuan, he is also a capable person, and ordinary people will definitely lose it.

After about half an hour, the land lord circled around in a great circle, inspecting many places along the way, and then came to a large workshop built by the water.

When I arrived here, the scent of ink in the air was much stronger, and the river next to the workshop would be semi-black from time to time, so it was obvious that this was a workshop that produced "source ink".

Yuanmo is the signature treasure of Tingliang Guomoyuan County, and Ji Yuan knows that a piece of authentic "Yuanmo" can be sold at a high price in Dazhen, and literati and scholars are eager to have it, and not everyone can buy it.

This is mainly because although Dazhen and Tingliang Kingdom are bordered by borders, they are separated by the continuous Tingqiu Mountain, and Tingqiu Mountain is not only steep and rugged, but also has countless poisonous insects and beasts, and the passage is extremely difficult.

Although the diplomatic relations between Dazhen and Tingliang were good, the trade was so difficult that it was difficult to find "source ink", which was worth a lot of money in the territory of Dazhen, and a piece of high-quality source ink could be compared to the same weight of silver, which was a first-class scribe luxury.

Of course, the fine and gorgeous wood carvings and lacquer tribute objects in Dazhen Ning'an County are also extremely valuable in other countries, and the older the objects, the more sought after.

For example, the yellow flower wood pen holder at the beginning of Ji Yuan was made by an authentic old craftsman in Ning'an County, more than 200 Wen back then, and now such a 20-year-old pen holder can be sold at a sky-high price now in places such as Tingliang Country and Tianbao Country.

This kind of thought also flashed in Ji Yuan's mind, mainly because he saw the production place of this source ink, and as a person who also likes to wield a pen and make ink, he will also be a little itchy.

'Since you have arrived in Moyuan County, if it is suitable, you must also get a few pieces of source ink to make it. ’

Similar to the desk in Ning'an County, the source ink in Moyuan County are all carefully crafted things, and the top grades are poured into the spirit of the maker, and there is a pious spirit in it, at least in Ji Yuan's opinion.

This kind of thing, in the hands of Ji Yuan, will also recognize its value, and even lead to that special mystery when used.

There was a constant noise in the workshop, and it was obvious that they were engaged in the production of ink ingots, and the land lord slowed down after he arrived.

There are about a dozen rooms in the whole workshop, as well as a large area of open space before and after, and the ink makers are busy moving raw materials and changing tools, going in and out of the workshop.

The landlord did not go to those crowded places, but walked around the workshop a few times, and arrived at a very large room, staring at the position in front of the door for a long time.

"Hehe, it looks like we can make some progress today. ”

Reaching out to the focal point of his gaze, he touched a little ink from the door, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and a smile appeared on the face of the land lord.

Ji Yuan has also arrived nearby, and he is still just watching from afar.

With extraordinary hearing, Ji Yuan knew that the big room where the land office was staying, in fact, there were no workers busy in it, it was relatively large like this, but there were several rooms in which no one was in it.

The roof of this house is very thick, there are many thick straw mat curtains and wooden planks outside, and even the door is illuminated with two old quilts, just looking at it gives people a very "warm" feeling of the house.

The land lord habitually looked left and right, and then the crutch hit the ground twice, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and escaped into the ground.

In this case, Ji Yuan simply jumped over the periphery of the workshop in a few steps and approached the outside of the room, but did not go in immediately, but listened outside, and at the same time, his eyes were already wide.

Before he could hear anything, two workers walked towards this side carrying a wooden box covered with cloth, and there was a good smell of ink wafting in the box, which was obviously the source ink of Caicheng, and the quality was not low.

"Go and open the door, and I'll carry it." ”

"Good!"

One of the workers ran to the door, lifted the quilt, opened the latch, and pushed open the heavy door with a pivoting sound of "squeak, .......

As soon as the door opened, a stronger scent of ink came out of the room.

"Let's go, hang it quickly, and put it on a first-class shelf. ”

Except for a little light at the door, there were only two small windows in the room where the window paper could put in a little light, which seemed very dark, and the two of them almost touched the wall and hurried into the deepest part of the room.

Then little by little, the ink ingot and ink strips in the wooden box were taken out and placed on the shelf, and it was obvious that this was a room dedicated to drying ink.

The source ink needs to be dried after molding, and there are extremely strict requirements for temperature, and it can not be directly exposed to the sun.

"Huh, why is there so much missing?"

"Yes, didn't there be at least 200 high-grade ink ingots in the first-class area of this room before, why, it feels like almost half of it is missing? Could it be that someone from the owner has come to pick up the goods?"

One person was even a little panicked in his doubts, if he lost it but it was a big loss, the owner would be furious.

"This, I don't know about this, but, but the ink here hasn't been completely dried yet, and even if it's done, it still has to be frustrated, washed and filled with gold!"

"Oh no, I heard that there have been a lot of ink mills in the county that have been stolen recently, and the thieves have stolen the best ink ingots, could it be that we are also bad thieves?"

"But we only came here half an hour ago, and there was no shortage of people, so many people in the ink shop, I didn't see anyone come in, and there are no masters in the shop......

"We can't do anything about this, go and inform the owner!"

"Let's go ......"

The two inkmakers hurried out of the house with trepidation, and ran towards the house in front of the ink mill, and as they left, the figure of the land lord also rose from the floor of the room.

The land lord grabbed his crutches, and the rickety figure raised his head and scanned the surroundings.

"Hmph! Wait for the little thief to be here, and it must be some kind of little elf to wash and steal ink ingots, if you don't show up for this land, you can tell one, two, three, and the land will fall lightly!"

The land lord called out and saw that there was no movement, sneered, and gently smashed the cane to the ground.

"Knock ......"

The sound spread throughout the room, and along with the sound there was a faint flash of yellow light.

All of a sudden, even Ji Yuan, who was outside the house, felt that the whole room was a lot "thicker", and in the eyes of the Fa, the room was covered with a faint layer of earthy yellow, which seemed to be as solid as the earth.

The sound of the land's questioning echoed in the house, but there was no other sound, but at this moment, even if the land didn't notice anything unusual at all, it was determined that there was something wrong with the words of the two previous inkmakers.

"Little thief, if you don't come out again, the land will burn down this house, I see if you can withstand the flames!"

As soon as the words fell, it worked wonders, and immediately a noise of "babbling" came from all corners of the room, and there was a shrill angry sound towards the land.

"You little old man, if you dare to do this, our eldest master will definitely beat you to death if he knows it!"

"That's it, you dead old man, it's a small land, we, we're not afraid of you!"

"Yes, not afraid!" "Not afraid, not afraid!"

"Yes, yes, not afraid!" "Let us out." ”

"Let us out, and we'll go to the eldest master to complain!"

"But where is the big man?" "The big man is going north!"

"No, it's west!" "No, it's north!"

"Babbling ......" "Whoa......

For a while, the room was noisy and chaotic......

The land lord looked surprised, he thought that there was only one or at most two spirits, but he didn't expect that there seemed to be a large group.

"I don't know who your eldest master is, and I don't know if you're really not afraid of me, but it seems that you are afraid of fire, and if you don't tie your hands, you will burn you!"

The land lord snorted coldly, and the crutches "knocked...... the ground again, and for a while, the room "rumbled and ....." It shook like an earthquake, and the ink ingots on the shelves fell to the ground and then sank into the floor.

The land lord knows very well that this house is not valuable, what is valuable is these source ink, as long as the ink ingot is there, and the house is burned, the owner of the ink shop will not lose much.

"If I don't come out again, I can do it. ”

A flame appeared on the cane of the land lord, which made the noise of the chirping in the room suddenly quiet, and then it became even more noisy, and the scolding and shouting and discussion were noisy, which was more lively than the vegetable market.