Chapter 120:

Ink is the finest emblem, but it was brought back by Xue Tingyan when he went to Taiyuan.
He took water and studied ink. In a short while, there was a lot of black ink in Taichung.
It is indeed good ink.
There are also many types of ink, black is not enough, and it needs to be shiny. Purple light comes first, black light comes second, and blue light comes second.
However, for some people who like this way, only by looking at the gloss of ink can they distinguish good from bad.
Xue Tingyan drew ink and wrote a large line of text on the rue paper, and he saw that his bones were strong and he walked like a dragon. Boss Chen praised him again, saying that his characters were getting better.
Boss Chen loved to hold up the piece of paper: "Look at the word you, I really want to ask you for a set of ink."
"Uncle Chen is polite, if you like it, if you like it, I will give you a pair, as long as you don't dislike it."
It ’s natural to be disgusted, but the main purpose of the two is not Mobao, but test paper. It was written in good ink, and it really did not fall into the paper. Boss Chen proposed to try it with worse ink.
There is no shortage of these Xue Tingyan. He used to use a lot of ink to practice calligraphy. Try two ingots at will.
"Paper is good paper, I never thought that Ting Yan had such a good craft!" After all the trials, Boss Chen said.
Xue Tingyan smiled indifferently, put aside the pen in his hand, and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands: "This paper also has the advantage that it can be written and painted, and can prevent insects and ants."
With just one sentence, boss Chen, an expert, knows how good this is.
In the past, painting and calligraphy and the like are the most feared by worms and ants. To this end, the literati Mo Ke has tried every means to prevent insects and ants. For example, using herbs, or special sachets, and even the pungent smell of pepper, but they all cure the symptoms. If it is a small number of books, it is enough, if it is a large number, such as the bookshop like boss Chen, it takes a lot of energy to ensure that the paper books are not worm-eaten.
Even so, it is inevitable that there will be a leaky fish. To this end, Boss Chen will lose a little every year, even when it is rainy and humid, he is always worried, fearing that there will be insects and ants. Ordinary things will be moth-eaten, especially the solitary books, I am afraid that people will be distressed to death.
Like some of the old antique paintings and calligraphy collected by Mr. Chen's own collection, they are stored in special wooden boxes. But this 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 does it mean for literati, ink learners and even some booksellers? Without Xue Tingyan's explanation, boss Chen knows.
"really?"
"really."
Boss Chen breathed out and said, "Then I don't know how the court planned?"
Xue Tingyan didn't hide him, saying: "Uncle Chen should know that all his family's livelihood is recruiting children. How can I sit down and watch my wife's hard work, but enjoy it myself. So if Uncle Chen is interested, about this rut Paper, we can cooperate one or two. "
"Of course I am interested, but the matter in this cooperation is much more complicated. The pen, ink and paper inkstones are indispensable things for literati. The availability of this kind of paper will inevitably attract people to pursue it. It is just that paper is produced in batches. It is inevitable that workshops and even artisans are needed, such as hemp paper in Fujian, rice paper in Anhui, and cotton paper in Henan, bamboo paper in Jiangxi and Fujian, Kaihua paper, Korean paper, Dongchang paper, etc. These papers can be called The name is due to the fact that there are more local raw materials for making these papers, and here in Shanxi ... "
Zhaoer, who was standing outside the door, turned around and returned to the bedroom.
She sat down on the kang and thumped some sore legs, thinking about what Xue Tingyan said before.
"I'm a big husband, how can I ..."
That day Xue Tingyan's words, in fact, Zhao Er did not pay too much attention, only thought he was touched for a while. But within a few days he came up with two recipes. Seeing that he said it to the utmost, he recruited children to know that it must have taken a lot of effort.
If he did n’t even know how to make paper so well, saying that he had done it in the academy, he must have moved his mind to make money, and then he would experiment again and again and finally take shape. You can imagine the hard work in the process of making paper that no one else can.
In fact, in Zhaoer's mind, the little man is already a very capable person. So he took the exam all the way down, and the talent was successful.
Others only knew that Xue Tingyan had outstanding qualifications, and once held the shining door lintel, the scenery was extremely beautiful. Only Zhao Er couldn't help but think of his hands red when he was still young, and he still had to look like his words. The dog was very stubborn when he was a child. No matter what she said, he never listened and insisted.
I remember one year I rushed to sing someone to sing a big show, this is a rare lively, many villagers have gone. She stood looking down, the stage was extremely lively, and felt that these people were really relaxed. As long as they sang a big show, they would get a lot of silver money, which is much easier than farming, but the money they can earn is 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 ran to learn from the teacher. An old man of the troupe told her that she couldn't eat the bitterness. Don't look at the scenery at this time. In fact, the pain of eating was more tired. There was a tea on the stage and ten years of merit.
She didn't understand before, even when she was older, she still understood this truth, but she could only truly understand this truth when she witnessed that the little man went from an unknown kid in the country to a famous celebrity in the neighborhood.
He has suffered a lot, so he has today's scenery.
But he, who is already a prince, still said, ‘How can I sit down and watch my wife work hard, yet enjoy myself safely’.
"Zhao'er, don't be too strong, which man would dare to ask you in the future." This was what a woman in the village once teased her.
Was she putting too much pressure on him, so he would ...
"... I am the man at home, it is my breadwinner ..."
It seems that he seems to care about this matter.
Suddenly, the stroke of the stroke of the stroke stopped.
Boss Chen is gone.
He left after having lunch on the hill.
There is nothing to entertain him, nothing more than some farm food, but he ate a good taste, but he hasn't eaten so much in a long time.
After sending away boss Chen, Xue Tingyan returned to the house, and Zhaoer was already lying down.
"Resume for a while, busy all morning."
Xue Tingyan also faded and lay down beside Zhao'er.
Zhaoer can only lie on the side now, two people lie down on one side, and one on the side falls asleep. After sleeping for a while, Xue Tingyan felt uncomfortable, went behind Zhaoer and surrounded her from behind.
He slept a little bit higher than Zhao'er, and he was lower than him, just enough to fit in his arms and rest on his arms. As the month of recruiting children gets bigger and bigger, it is difficult to sleep comfortably. This posture is the most comfortable, because the people behind have to work harder.
"How are you talking with Uncle Chen?"
"Only the preliminary, construction workshops, craftsmen and the like are still in question."
Zhaoer didn't speak anymore, and Xue Tingyan didn't speak. After getting pregnant, Zhao'er always sleeps fast, and may still be talking at the previous moment, and will fall asleep at the next moment.
In particular, she wakes up frequently at night and wakes up after a short sleep, so Xue Tingyan doesn't want to disturb her to sleep, and wants her to sleep more, just sleep more.
Xue Tingyan thought about his thoughts in silence, and suddenly a voice rang out: "You, do you care about your family's livelihood that I am in control?"
He was stunned and asked, "Why do you think so?"
Zhaoer didn't answer him, hesitantly said: "In fact, you don't want to think too much, I don't actually think so much, I think I am in charge of the house, you just need to be in charge of studying, and you don't think so much ..."
She said that she could not talk about it, but Xue Tingyan thought that she would have heard what she heard, so she calmed him down so much.
He smiled a little, and sighed a little, saying, "If you tell me not to think too much, then don't think too much. I just don't want to waste this recipe."
"Really?"
"Really."
Zhaoer nodded, no longer entangled, and fell asleep.
Xue Tingyan waited for a while
When she didn't see her speak, she didn't speak, and accompanied her to sleep.
The sky was getting colder and the earth was bleak.
There was a light snow yesterday, but it didn't make it, and it all melted into water.
The kang had burnt in the room for a long time, and it was warm, and I thought that it would be more than a month before the birth. The two sisters, Zhaodi and Zhaoer, started preparing for the production in advance, especially the clothes for children, I prepared a lot.
There are new ones and old ones.
The old one naturally picked up Weige's old clothes, and some of the inside were new ones. Zhaoer bought a lot of cotton cloths and did nothing at all. I sewed a few pieces of slap-sized clothes, as well as diapers and the like. The pulp was washed and dried, and a box was stored.
I bought a lot of new cotton to make small jackets, cotton trousers, large and small. It's not the right time for the child to catch up, and the clothes are indispensable in the cold winter.
Zhao'er just made one and set it aside. Xue Tingyan, who looked tired in the account book, put down the account book and picked up the little clothes.
Looking over and over, he held back for a while, but still couldn't hold back, saying, "So small, can it be worn?"
He compared the clothes with the palm of his hand, and he always felt that Zhaoer was too small to wear.
"You forgot when Brother Wei was born, the little baby boy was not very old."
Xue Tingyan thought about what his brother had just been born in his mind, he remembered a baby swaddle with a milk baby in it, and he was too thin to touch.
But he remembered Honger's appearance when he was born, white, fat and sturdy, like a boy in a New Year's picture. Then he thought again, the time was wrong, Honger was born when he was born, and it took a hundred days for him to return.
Zooming out the enlarged version of Hong'er, he looked at the little clothes again, thinking uncertainly, which should be able to be worn?
"You don't have to look at it for a long time. When you are tired, you can take a break. Anyway, it will be done before the year ago."
At the end of the year, according to the rules, it is necessary to check the account. Before, she used to do everything, but now she is holding her belly. Jiang Wu originally sent the account books, and Xue Tingyan thought about how to prevent her from doing this. How could she show him the account books, but she went on to do other things, and seemed not afraid that he would give them Miscalculated.
Don't look at Xue Tingyan's previous tricks when teaching children to settle accounts, but that's the most basic, involving these in and out, the profit and loss here is a bit difficult. But if you look at it slowly, you can sort it out, but it's not fast.
Zhaoer didn't urge him, just let him get a little bit a day, not in a hurry.
Since I was pregnant, Zhao'er has changed a lot compared with before. In the past, he was very ups and downs, but now he is much slower in speaking and doing things, and he is no longer so impatient.
Xue Tingyan sorted out an account here, and Zhaoer made another one there.
"I'll take a break, so do you." Xue Tingyan took the dustpan on the Kang table with cotton and cut cloth.
As he said, the voice of Boss Chen sounded outside.
It didn't take long for the cotton curtain to be lifted, and boss Chen came in a cold wind.
"Ting Yan, things about the workshop have fallen."