"Rabbit, sheep, ferret, weasel, chicken, mouse hair are all fine. Because of the different materials, they can be called sheep hair brushes, wolf hair brushes, chicken hair brushes, purple hair brushes, mouse whisker brushes, pig bristle brushes, etc. In addition to those made from birds and animals, there are also brushes made from human hair or beards." Zhu Jin smiled, "It is a work that our ancestors constantly thought about, summarized, perfected, and improved."
"Great!" Changshan took the brush from Zhu Jin and touched it. "Different hairs have different textures and hardness."
"Yes, in the past there was a whole set of brushes, some thick, some thin, some soft, some hard. People chose the brush according to the font they wanted to write and the style they wanted to paint in." Zhu Jin spoke patiently. She has read history and is also deepening her understanding of this era. She is happy to explain what people today want to know.
"Miss Zhu Jin revealed so much information in her words. Let me sort it out first and then we can ask for your detailed advice one by one." Changshan rubbed his hands unconsciously. He didn't expect to gain so much from this trip today. In the past, they always asked the princess to explain their research results to her, but today the situation was reversed.
"Okay, please have some water." Zhu Jin nodded, picked up the water on the table and took two sips.
"Thank you." Changshan looked at Zhu Jin, who was so demure whether she was talking, sitting or drinking. He looked away with difficulty and took two sips of water. "Ms. Zhu Jin, what are the four treasures of the study you mentioned just now?"
"The Four Treasures of the Study refer to the brush, black ink, rice paper, and inkstone..."
"Miss Zhu Jin, you just mentioned that different brushes are used for different fonts. Do you know what fonts the ancients had? What are the rules for the brushes they chose?"
"Fonts generally include regular script, running script, official script, cursive script..."
"What style are these characters in?" Changshan hurriedly took out the copies of ancient calligraphy and paintings he brought with him, and secretly decided in his heart that he must come to Miss Zhu Jin for advice more often in the future.
"Cursive script." Zhu Jin took a look.
"Miss Zhu Jin, can you write?" Changshan's eyes lit up surprisingly. "The way you hold the pen when writing with a pen like this is different from the way you hold a fountain pen today, right?"
"It's different. The correct way to hold a brush is like this. The clothes of the ancients were different from ours today. Their sleeves were generally wide. When writing, they used to hold their sleeves with their left hand and write with their right hand..." Zhu Jin stood up to demonstrate. Changshan poured the ink and laid out the paper in a very colorful way. "I practiced tracing several fonts..."
“…This is running script. Running script developed and originated on the basis of regular script. It is between regular script and cursive script. It is the cursive form of regular script or the regular form of cursive script. The biggest feature of running script is that it is not as sloppy as cursive script, nor as neat as regular script. You can write it faster. I am a doctor and I am used to writing running script quickly…” Zhu Jin explained while writing, at a very fast speed.
"Oh..." Changshan and his team members sighed as they watched, "This is really running script, the words are moving, one step at a time, without interruption!"
"Team Leader Chang described it very well." Zhu Jin stopped writing and smiled.
"Thank you for the compliment. This running script is very similar to some of the fonts in our historical materials." Changshan picked it up carefully without saying a word, and handed it back while talking to attract Zhu Jin's attention. The team member who had a tacit understanding with him immediately took it from behind, blew dry the ink and put it away.
"Then Miss Zhu Jin, can you write regular script and cursive script for us?" Chang Shan, who was standing in front, continued to ask without changing his expression.
“…Yes, but it’s not as good as the cursive handwriting.” Zhu Jin thought silently. She could see their movements very clearly.
The conversation lasted for a long time. Changshan and others left with rosy faces. Starting that evening, the Changshan working group was also busy for a long time. The results of their efforts were far beyond their expectations. At that time, they were so excited that they did not realize that all this was just the beginning.
It was a long time later that Changshan realized how important this day was.
The day they came to meet Zhu Jin officially began their journey of researching and filling in the missing cultural gaps in history.
Time flies, and another month has passed. Zhu Jin harvested the first batch of herbs he planted. After a month of hard work, the medicines in the pharmacy finally became abundant. When Zhu Jin came back from seeing Fang Fang, he heard that prisons in other areas of Blue Water Star were going to visit the district prison together.
The prison where Zhu Jin is now a famous prison, with good discipline, many famous people, good environment, and the greatest value created. After several months of continuous efforts in the prison, it has become the best prison in the prison. Prisons in other regions want to visit and learn from it to improve their own prison standards.
After four or five days of preparation, representatives from other prisons came to visit. Huang Lao, Zhu Jin and others took on the responsibility of representing the level of the prison and needed to answer questions when the visitors asked them. When the day came, all the prison guards, including Qiu, got up early in the morning and entered a state of alert.
The various talent workshops and studios set up in the prison, as well as the management methods for prisoners, including the cooperation methods with enterprises and units, are the focus of other prisons. The visiting representatives visited the prison in the morning. Some representatives looked envious, some were thoughtful, and most of them didn't care and just went through the motions.
The two representatives of the military prison were the ones who didn't care. They just had to go through the motions. Their prison was different from ordinary ones. There was nothing to learn from this prison which didn't look like a prison at all.
Military prisons have special inmates and special prison guards, all of whom are retired military personnel or former military personnel. The two representatives who came to visit stood out among a group of ordinary prison guards.
This was even more noticeable when they were eating together. The other guards had just started eating, but they had already put down their chopsticks and were full. Then, the guards who secretly watched them started to eat, while they sat upright and watched everyone... eat.
Everyone relaxed at the dinner table, and a group of people started chatting while eating. In the heated chat, the 27-year-old prison guard Yuanzhi, who was sitting upright, looked at the sky outside and quietly asked the deputy warden Kawaki Michi, "Deputy warden, we have finished our inspection of the prison this morning and have eaten. Is it about time to leave?"
"Have you memorized the location of this prison? If this is an enemy camp, can you sneak in successfully?" Kawaki Michi glanced at him.
"Yes." Yuanzhi should be extremely confident.
"You are too impatient and everything shows on your face. You are too unstable." Kawaki Michi criticized Yuanzhi.
"I know I was wrong." Yuanzhi responded seriously, but curled his lips slightly. He was not the deputy warden himself, so he was just thinking about him.
"This is Mr. Huang's laboratory in the prison. The vaccine that Mr. Huang introduced at the beginning of the year was developed here." The prison warden's secretary led the representatives to start a tour of the work building.
“…This is a paper book sponsored by the royal family, covering various industries. This is the only double-sided embroidery work in the world that Miss Zhu Jin embroidered herself after coming to the prison. Many history and culture enthusiasts, handicraft enthusiasts, researchers, and museum staff often apply to come and see it…” The sky outside was getting darker and darker, but it did not affect the secretary’s enthusiastic explanation at all.
“…It’s amazing. I wonder how they embroidered it.” Yuanzhi fell behind the crowd and walked around to look around twice, sighing. Kawaki Tong, who was walking at the end, followed behind with a dark complexion, as if he was extremely enduring something. After Yuanzhi finished sighing, he saw Kawaki Tong’s look and his eyes darkened. He hesitated for a moment and finally said nothing more.
By the time we arrived at Zhu Jin's pharmacy, it was already drizzling.
"This is Doctor Zhu Jin's pharmacy. She has a special medicine field in our flower field. She usually helps to treat the sick people in the prison, and they use the medicine here..." The secretary nodded to Zhu Jin, who was busy sorting out medicinal materials because of the rain, and introduced.
Zhu Jin stopped, put her hands together and bowed to greet the scattered representatives. The moment the representatives saw her bow, they bowed back almost as a conditioned reflex. Zhu Jin stood up and immediately noticed the man standing at the outermost edge, with a gloomy face and nodding with difficulty.
He was wearing a prison guard uniform, but the pattern on his shoulder was different from that of the others. He was in his forties or fifties, with an old and stiff face. At this moment, he was tense, gritting his teeth, and his face was covered with cold sweat. There was also a young prison guard next to him, looking at him with a worried look on his face.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you take a look." Zhu Jin saw through his extreme forbearance at a glance and asked immediately.
When the people who had straightened up heard her words, they turned around in confusion and saw the abnormal Chuanmutong. As soon as Zhu Jin's voice fell, Yuanzhi, who had been restrained, quickly supported Chuanmutong.
"It's raining, and the deputy warden's old illness has come back. Let's go back first." Yuanzhi also prepared painkillers and special medicines, but this time Chuanmutong's body has reached its limit and the effect is minimal. We have to go back quickly to let the prison doctor take a look. Yuanzhi agreed and was about to help Chuanmutong leave, and he didn't even have time to refuse Zhu Jin.
"Has the commonly used first aid medicine lost its effect?" Zhu Jin moved quickly and walked quickly to them. Without saying a word, he took up Kawaki Tsung's trembling hand and asked quickly.
"It's ineffective. We need to go back quickly." Yuanzhi answered and wanted to go out.
"It will be very painful to go back like this. Give me a few minutes to ease his pain." Zhu Jin looked at Chuanmutong closely, frowned slightly, glanced at his deformed hand, and quickly scanned his whole body with his eyes and immediately said, "What did you do to get so sick?"
"..." Before Yuan Zhi could refuse, Zhu Jin had already ordered him, "Help me get him into the room." Seeing that he wanted to talk, his face darkened, "Go in quickly if you don't want him to die of pain!"
Yuanzhi, who was used to obeying orders, acted faster than he thought and immediately carried Kawaki to a room on the side.
"Prison Guard Qiu, please help me." Zhu Jin hurriedly nodded and apologized to the representatives the next moment, talking nonstop. Prison Guard Qiu was already used to Zhu Jin's requests for help, so he hurriedly followed.
“…Deputy Warden Chuan, please let Doctor Zhu Jin take care of him. We’ll come this way.” The secretary reacted quickly and asked the person to leave.
“…Don’t bother…let’s go back quickly…” Kawaki Tou, who had been placed on the bed in the room, was trying to be strong with beads of sweat dripping from his face.
"Take off his clothes and pants too." Zhu Jin said without turning his head, and quickly took out the tools that he had slowly prepared in the room.
"Okay." Yuanzhi was very conscious and rude and took off Kawaki Tsuji's clothes under his threatening gaze, leaving only a set of shorts.
"Prison Guard Qiu, I'll trouble you later." After disinfecting, Zhu Jin put on gloves and stood in front of Chuanmutong. He swept his eyes over his badly deformed limbs and joints. He said something to Prison Guard Qiu and bent down. His hands moved quickly and flexibly, using kneading, pressing, plucking, patting, and twisting techniques interchangeably, and quickly moved on Chuanmutong's body.
Dazzled, this is how Yuanzhi and Prison Guard Qiu felt.
"Ah..." Kawaki Tou, the tough guy who bleeds but doesn't sweat, screamed and tears suddenly came out.