Mo is the first-class Hui Mo, which was brought back by Xue Tingxiang when he went to Taiyuan this time.
He took water and studied the ink, and after a while, a black ink like lacquer appeared in the inkstone, with an oily luster. Boss Chen praised the good ink.
Really good ink.
There are also many kinds of ink, black is not enough, it also needs to be shiny. The purple light is the top, the black light is the second, and the blue light is the second, and the pen should not be scattered and the pen should not be blocked.
However, for some people who like this way, just by looking at the luster of the ink, they can tell the difference between good and bad.
Xue Tingxiang wrote a line of large characters on the rue paper with a pen and ink, and he could see that his muscles and bones were strong and he walked like a dragon. Boss Chen praised again, saying that his words got better and better.
Boss Chen held up the piece of paper lovingly: "Looking at your words, I really want to ask you for a pair of calligraphy."
"Uncle Chen is very polite, what's the use of asking, if you like it, I will give you one, as long as you don't dislike it."
Disgusting is naturally a humble speech, but the main purpose of the two at this moment is not the calligraphy, but the test paper. Write it out with good ink, and it really fits into the paper without breaking out. Boss Chen proposed to try it with inferior ink.
Xue Tingxiang was not short of these. He used to use a lot of ink to practice calligraphy.
"Paper is good paper, I never thought that Ting Xiang could have such good craftsmanship!" After trying one by one, Boss Chen said.
Xue Tingxiang smiled lightly, put down the pen in his hand, and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands: "This paper has another advantage, that is, it can be used for writing and drawing, and it can prevent insects and ants."
With just one sentence, an expert like Boss Chen knows this benefit, and what is so good about it.
In calligraphy and painting, the most feared thing is the gnawing of insects and ants. For this reason, the literati and writers of all dynasties tried their best to prevent insects and ants. For example, medicinal herbs, or special sachets, and even the pungent smell of pepper, but they are all temporary solutions. If it is a small amount of books, it is fine. If it is a large amount, for example, a bookstore such as Boss Chen needs to spend a lot of energy to ensure that the paper books are not eaten by insects.
Even so, there are bound to be fish that slip through the net. For this reason, Boss Chen has to lose a little bit every year, and even when it is rainy and humid, he is always worried, for fear of insects and ants. Ordinary things will be bored, especially the collection of solitary copies, I am afraid it will make people feel distressed.
For example, some of the antique calligraphy and paintings that Boss Chen collected by himself are all stored in special wooden boxes. But this kind of wooden box material is precious, and there is no way to cover everything. If there is a kind of paper that can prevent insects and ants, what it means to literati and even some booksellers, without Xue Tingxiang explaining, Boss Chen will know.
"really?"
"really."
Boss Chen let out a sigh of relief and said, "Then I don't know how Ting Xiang planned?"
Xue Tingxiang did not hide it from him, and said: "Uncle Chen should know that the family's livelihood is all managed by children. I am a dignified man, how can I sit back and watch my wife work hard while I enjoy it safely. So if Uncle Chen is interested, about this Yunxiang Paper, we can work together for one or two."
"Of course I do, but the things involved in this cooperation are much more complicated. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable to literati. If this kind of paper is released, it will inevitably attract people's enthusiasm. It's just that paper is produced in batches. , it will inevitably require workshops and even craftsmen, such as hemp paper in Fujian, rice paper in Anhui, and even tissue paper in Henan, bamboo paper in Jiangxi and Fujian, Kaihua paper, Koryo paper, Dongchang paper, etc. The reason why these papers can be called famous The name is all because there are many raw materials for making these papers in the local area, and here in Shanxi…”
Zhao'er, who was standing outside the door, turned around and went back to the bedroom.
She sat down on the kang and beat her sore legs, thinking about what Xue Tingxiang said before.
"I am a dignified man, how can I..."
In fact, Zhao'er didn't take Xue Tingxiang's words that day into his heart, he just thought he was feeling it for a while. But within a few days, he came up with two recipes. Seeing that he said it was extremely simple, but Zhao'er knew that it must have taken a lot of effort.
If it weren't for him being so familiar with making paper, saying that he had done it in the academy, he must have had the idea of making money by doing this, and he would have experimented again and again and finally took shape. To be able to make paper that no one else can make, one can imagine the hard work involved.
In fact, in Zhao'er's mind, the little man is already a very capable person, so he passed the test all the way, and he was selected as a scholar, and also in Juren.
Others only know that Xue Tingxiang has outstanding qualifications, and he has a glorious lintel in one dynasty, and is extremely beautiful. Only Zhao'er couldn't help but remember when he was young, his hands were red from freezing, and he still had to practice calligraphy. The dog was very stubborn when he was a child. No matter what she said, he would not listen and insisted.
I remember one year when people went to the market to sing a big show. It was a rare event and many villagers went there. She stood down and watched. The stage was extremely lively. She felt that these people were very relaxed. As long as they sang a big show, they could get a lot of money. It was much easier than farming, but the money they earned was several times that of farming.
At that time, she was still in the Wang family. She wanted to make a lot of money, so she secretly went to study with a teacher. An old man of the troupe told her that she couldn't bear the hardships. Don't look at the scenery at this time. In fact, the sufferings and sufferings are too tired. One cup of tea on stage and ten years of hard work off stage.
Zhao'er didn't understand it before, and even when she's older, she still doesn't understand the truth, but she can really understand this truth after witnessing that the little man has gone from an unknown boy in the country to a famous Juren master nearby.
He suffered a lot to have today's scenery.
But he is already a master of the people, but he still said the words 'I am a dignified man, how can I sit back and watch my wife work hard while I enjoy it in peace'.
"Zhao'er, don't be too strong. Which man would dare to ask for you in the future." This is what a woman in the village once said when she made fun of her.
Is it because she put too much pressure on him, that's why he...
"... I am the man in the family, I should be the breadwinner... "
It seems that he seems to be very concerned about this matter.
The movement of Zhao'er's leg beating suddenly stopped.
Boss Chen is gone.
He left after having lunch on the top of the hill.
There was nothing to entertain him, other than some farm dishes, but he ate it so much that he hadn't had such a happy meal for a long time.
After sending Boss Chen away, Xue Tingxiang returned to the house, and Zhao'er was already lying down.
"Take a break, it's been a busy morning."
Xue Tingxiang also took off his clothes and lay down beside Zhao'er.
Zhao'er can only lie on his side now, one of them is lying on his back and the other is sleeping on his side. After sleeping for a while, Xue Tingxiang felt uncomfortable, went behind Zhao'er, and surrounded her from behind.
He slept a head higher than Zhao'er, and Zhao'er was a little lower than him, just enough to fit into his arms and rest on his arms. As the recruiting month gets older, it is often difficult to sleep comfortably. This position is the most comfortable, but the people behind will have to work harder.
"How's your talk with Uncle Chen?"
"I only talked about the preliminary, building workshops, hiring craftsmen and the like, and it needs to be discussed."
Zhao'er didn't speak anymore, nor did Xue Tingxiang. Since she became pregnant, Zhao'er has always slept very fast. Maybe she was talking one moment and fell asleep the next.
In particular, she woke up frequently at night and woke up after a long sleep, so Xue Tingxiang didn't want to disturb her sleep.
Xue Tingxiang thought about his thoughts silently, and suddenly a voice sounded: "You, do you care that I am in charge of the family's livelihood?"
He was taken aback and asked, "Why do you think so?"
Zhao'er didn't answer him, and hesitantly said: "Actually, don't think too much about it, I actually don't think too much about it, I just feel that I am in charge of the family, and you can control the study, and I don't think too much..."
She said hesitantly, beyond words, but Xue Tingxiang knew that she had heard something, so she comforted him like this.
He laughed a little and sighed a little, and said, "Since you told me not to think too much, then don't think too much. I just don't want to waste this recipe."
"real?"
"real."
Zhao'er nodded, no longer tangled, and fell asleep.
Xue Tingxiang waited for a while
I didn't see her talking, so I didn't speak, and slept with her.
The sky was getting colder, and the earth was bleak.
There was a little snow yesterday, but it didn't fall, and it all melted into water.
The kang was already on fire in the house, and it was warm and warm. Thinking about giving birth in more than a month, the two sisters, Zhao Di and Zhao Er, started to prepare everything for the production in advance, especially the children's clothes. I prepare a lot.
There are new ones and there are old ones.
The old ones were of course picked up by Brother Wei's old clothes, and some of the clothes inside were new clothes. Zhao'er bought a lot of cotton cloth, and did it when he had nothing to do. He sewed several pieces of small clothes the size of a palm, and diapers, etc., which were starched, rubbed and dried, and stored in a box.
I also bought a lot of new cotton to make small cotton jackets, small cotton pants, both large and small. The child is in a bad time, and in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, this kind of clothes is indispensable.
Zhao'er just finished one and put it aside. Xue Tingxiang, who was a little tired from looking at the account book, put down the account book and picked up the little clothes to read.
Looking over and over, he endured it for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and said, "It's so small, can you wear it?"
He used his palm to compare the clothes, and he always wondered if Zhao'er was too small to be able to wear it.
"You forgot that when Brother Wei was born, the little baby was not very big."
Xue Tingxiang thought about what elder brother Wei looked like when he was born, and he remembered that there was a baby swaddle with a baby in it. He was so thin and small that he didn't dare to touch it.
However, he remembered the appearance of Hong'er when he was first born. He was white, fat and stocky, like a boy in a New Year's picture. After thinking about it, he thought again, the time was wrong, he was not there when Honger was born, and it took a hundred days for him to come back.
After shrinking the enlarged version of Hong'er, he looked at the little clothes again, thinking uncertainly, should he be able to wear them
"Don't look at the account for a long time. Take a break when you are tired. Anyway, it will be done before the year."
Every year at the end of the year, according to the rules, it is necessary to check accounts. In the past, it was all done by Zhao'er, but now she has a big belly. Originally, Jiang Wu and the others brought the account book, but Xue Tingxiang was still thinking about why she didn't let her do this, but she actually showed him the account book, but she continued to work on other things, and seemed not at all afraid that he would give it to him Miscalculated.
Don't look at Xue Tingxiang's previous teaching of Zhao'er to settle accounts, but that is the most basic, involving these in and out, the profit and loss here and there is a bit difficult. But if you look at it slowly, you can sort it out, but the speed is not fast.
Zhao'er didn't rush him, just let him do a little bit of it every day without being in a hurry at all.
Since she became pregnant, Zhao'er has changed a lot from before. She used to be hot and hot, but now she is a lot slower to talk and do things, and she is no longer so impatient.
Here Xue Tingxiang sorted out one account, and Zhao'er made another.
"I'll take a break, you can take a break too." Xue Tingxiang took away the dustpan on the kang table, and put cotton and cut cloth in it.
Just as he was talking, Boss Chen's voice sounded outside.
After a while, the cotton curtain was lifted, and Boss Chen came in wrapped in a gust of cold wind.
"Ting Yan, the workshop is over."