Although Xianjin said "give it a try", everyone present were experienced paper-makers. When they heard Qiqiqi's words, they knew that the probability of success was very high.
Li Sanshun and his men took immediate action, took out a piece of plain white rice paper from the warehouse, scooped out a large piece of insect wax, set up a small stove to melt the wax, and carefully filtered the melted wax with gauze. At the bottom was a residue that looked like tree bark and grass clippings.
Li Sanshun held the flat surface of the stone and pushed it up and down regularly. In less than a moment, he had polished the special skin rice paper tightly and brightly. He then took the pure white insect wax that had been melted into small round cakes and gently applied it on the polished paper. After a thin layer of insect wax filled the concave surface of the polished paper, Li Sanshun stretched out his hand and said, "Brush and ink."
Zhou Ergou presented an inkstone with thickly ground ink in it.
Li Sanshun dipped the soft-bristle brush into ink and drew a line on the paper.
The ink is concentrated and the color is delicate and condensed, as if floating on the waxy and shiny paper.
Li Sanshun tapped his pen.
Zhou Ergou carefully put down the inkstone and poured a few spoonfuls of clean water into it. The ink instantly became lighter, and the ink with twice the amount of water added became thin.
Li Sanshun changed the pen, dipped it in thin ink again, and made a stroke on the polished and waxed paper on the other side.
The ink has faded a little, but the color is still concentrated, and most importantly, there is no smudging.
Li Sanshun put down the soft brush, took a long breath, and looked up: "...The degree of polishing and the proportion of waxing still need further testing and adjustment... But this method is feasible."
Xianjin exhaled the breath he had been holding for a long time as he spoke these words.
Qiqiqi laughed, leaned against the pillar and stretched out his sleeves: What's missing? How can a bamboo door match a wooden door? How can one bar match two bars? Every time he saw the two bars of the auntie, one of them was like an arrow, shooting him dizzy - he couldn't ask the auntie to reduce a bar, but he could always work hard to add one more bar himself, right? Even if it means working three jobs, it's worth it! Even if it means working the night shift, it's worth it!
After all... On his first day in the training camp, he saw the auntie standing in the middle of the podium with a teaching stick in her hand, and everything on his body, except his hair, started moving.
......
In the following days, the fire room was lit day and night. Xianjin's birthday was April 14th, which happened to be on these days.
Chen Fu brought Baozhu Huahua and took a mule cart to the Jixi workshop to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for Xianjin.
The noodles are a bit strange, there is only one.
It's very long and I can't suck it to the end.
"Don't bite it off!" Chen Fu threatened, "Your mother only has one wish, that you live happily! Biting it off is unlucky!"
Xianjin used the lung capacity he gained from practicing Ba Duan Jin day after day, stood firmly in a horse stance, sank his qi into his dantian, and managed to finish the noodle.
Chen Fu smeared the hair with hair oil and took out the birthday gift with great satisfaction, "...I bought a jade hairpin, and the old lady got a small gold scale. The second house lost its management power and was short of money, so I only gave her a pair of lilac gold earrings - I guess you don't have pierced ears, so this gift is too perfunctory."
Xianjin touched his ear subconsciously.
Actually, she had pierced ears, but when she put them on, she found that the holes had grown.
The original owner should have had his ears pierced when he was very young, and his ears healed when he fled with He Ainiang. When he arrived at the Chen family, He Ainiang didn't care about the ear piercing for some reason and just left it alone.
The things Chen Fu took out covered the entire table.
Xianjin reasonably suspected that these were all things that Chen Fu shamelessly asked for from door to door.
This is not the end yet.
Chen Fu picked up a basket and took out several things. "...This is the flower and bird fan that my sister-in-law drew for you. She said you liked it, and she also found you an ancient book "Shi Kuang's Theory of Learning", which is said to be the handwritten experience of a hermit..."
Xianjin unfolded the fan, and the magpies and cuckoos singing in the morning sun on the pink peach-sprinkled gold foil paper were vivid and lifelike, with bold and lively colors, as beautiful as if they were copied from a forest filled with afternoon sunshine. "Thank you, Madam!"
She looked at the ancient books again and thought: It seems that this lady likes her very much, as she gave her two gifts for one birthday.
Later, he remembered something and quietly placed the ancient book next to the small golden scale.
Chen Fu also took the jade paperweight given by Boss Shang, the complete set of books in the Domineering Boss series given by Master Qin, the dried duck jerky given by the owner of Baiweitang... The last one was purely for himself. Chen Fu decided to give the Jixi workshop, which had been working all night for five or six days, a day off, set up two tables, ate all the dried duck jerky, and drank up all the plum wine hidden by Li Sanshun.
Seeing that everyone was drinking happily, Xian Jinshou took the opportunity when everyone left the table to toast, picked up a cup of tea, and went to Zhou Ergou, who was trying to get Chen Fu drunk with the Zheng brothers, "... Master Gou, do you blame me?"
Zhou Ergou's hand holding the wine was stunned, "What?"
Xianjin described it calmly, "I have been looking for a chance to tell you about this, but I have been too busy these days. Qiqiqi has only been here for a year, but he has been promoted to two bars. You have been in the Chen family for almost seven years, right? You have only been promoted to two bars. The two brothers in the Zheng family have also been with me through thick and thin, but now they only have one bar... We are a bond that is made of blood and flesh, and I don't want you to blame me for this."
Zhou Ergou and the Zheng brothers exchanged glances, their noses wrinkled between their brows, "Jin Jie'er! You really look down on your Lord Dog!"
Zheng Er said: "That's right!"
Zhou Ergou put down the glass of wine in his hand, put his hands on his hips, and looked like he was having a good talk with Xianjin, "You also said that we are friends with blood and flesh! It was Qiqiqi who brought up the idea of engraving rice paper last time, right? This time you are asking for more -"
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