Chapter 31 Things from Hangzhou Prefecture

"Uncle is shy!"

Little Liu is happy about it.

Song Jin came out of the house and heard it.

This family is much happier because of Second Aunt.

When Xiao Liu saw Song Jin's eyes light up, she smiled and came up to him, "Wife of Dalang, there are steamed buns in the pot, do you want some?"

"Thank you, Second Auntie. I'll get it in a minute."

Song Jin was stunned by Xiao Liu's attentiveness. In her previous life, Xiao Liu was not so enthusiastic.

Xiao Liu said again: "I'll help you get it."

"No way, I can do it myself." Song Jin didn't dare to ask his elders to help him get food.

I went into the kitchen and took out two steamed buns.

When Song Jin came out again, he saw the adults in the family, who were holding tools and preparing to go out.

It was little Liu who was procrastinating.

"Dalang's wife, are you going to the county again today?" Xiao Liu asked softly.

Song Jin nodded.

I was wondering what Xiao Liu was going to do today.

Little Liu looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so she asked quietly: "I heard from my sister-in-law that you found a job in the county and you can earn 500 coins a month?"

Song Jin nodded again.

"Does the pharmacy still accept people?"

Xiao Liu looked at her with anticipation in her eyes.

Song Jin understood now.

It turned out that he just wanted to find a job.

But when he thought about Xiao Liu working in the pharmacy, where nothing could be hidden, Song Jin was startled. He didn't show it on his face, but he said:

"Second Aunt, the shop owner didn't say they're hiring. I'll tell you when they do."

"Okay!"

Xiao Liu was delighted. She picked up the hoe and put it on her shoulder. She walked a few steps and turned back to remind Dalang: "Daughter-in-law, you must tell me if you have any news."

"Okay, sure."

Song Jin answered sincerely.

Qin Chi walked over and asked, "What did you promise Second Aunt?"

"Ask the shop if they are still hiring. If they are, tell her."

Whether to recruit the person or not is all up to Song Jin.

Song Jin didn't mention hiring anyone now, which meant that his words were just polite.

Song Jin gave one of the steamed buns in his hand to Qin Chi.

Qin Chi took it and took a bite, "This is steamed by Third Aunt."

"You can taste this?" Song Jin was surprised.

Qin Chi said: "The steamed buns made by Aunt San are soft."

"Brother, sister-in-law."

Sanlang ran here from the backyard and greeted the two of them when he saw them.

The little hands were black, as if covered with charcoal, and he was standing by the water tank scooping water to wash his hands.

The little hand grabbed.

A black hand mark immediately appeared on the handle of the gourd ladle.

"How many are there?" Qin Chi asked without thinking.

Sanlang replied with a smile: "There is a small half basin. Big brother, please give me some sugar next time. I want to buy all the sugar."

"That's all you can do, kid. Learn from your second brother." Qin Chi raised his eyebrows.

Sanlang shook his head like a rattle.

"I don't want to be as stupid as my second brother. I can still eat candies if I exchange them for money, but my mother will take it away if I exchange them for money. I worked so hard but didn't get a penny. My second brother is so miserable. All my work was in vain."

Qin Chi chuckled.

Song Jin was confused by what he heard.

Sanlang took two steamed buns from the pot and ate them in big mouthfuls. After he finished eating, he ran to the yard behind Qin's house.

Song Jin asked: "What is he going to do?"

"Get some cigarettes. The ink I usually use is made by myself, and any extra will be given to Shanzhang and Mr.

Seeing that she was curious, Qin Chi took her to a thatched house behind the Qin family's house.

On the floor of the house, dozens of oil lamps were lit with porcelain bowls. A large porcelain bowl was placed upside down on the small flames.

The large porcelain bowl is secured with a bamboo cover.

The flames created a thin layer of black ash in the bowl.

At this time, Sanlang picked up a bamboo cover in his left hand and a chicken feather in his right hand, and scraped the black ash on the inside of the large porcelain bowl into the ceramic basin bit by bit.

There was only a thin layer of black powder at the bottom of the basin, which was exactly what Sanlang called "small half basin".

Song Jin almost didn't recognize Xiaoban anymore.

At most, it just covers the pelvic floor.

"This is the smoke for making ink..."

This was the first time Song Jin had seen this method of getting cigarettes.

Qin Chi did not deny it. "It is dangerous and troublesome to go deep into the mountains to find old pine trees, so I use tung oil to make cigarettes."

The tung oil lamps used by the people for lighting at night were made of tung oil, which could be bought in the county or village market. However, Qin Chi also added lard and lacquer to the tung oil used to make ink.

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The production process of Hui ink is complicated.

Smoke and glue are the two main raw materials for making Hui ink.

Taking the cigarette is only the first step in the production process, which is extremely meticulous.

Huangshan pine is the original material for making tobacco, and it must be old pine trees in the deep mountains and forests, such as pine trees growing in cracks in rocks. The tobacco produced by burning that kind of tree is of the best quality.

But old pine trees are hard to find.

Ink makers gradually used lampblack instead.

Although the work of scraping smoke is not hard, it is tedious and time-consuming.

Qin Chi then handed it over to Erlang and Sanlang.

Song Jin also saw ink-making tools and several ceramic basins in the corner. The basins were covered with wooden boards, which should also be raw materials.

This was someone else's craft, so Song Jin didn't ask any more questions.

Qin Chi checked it out.

She asked Sanlang to work hard and promised to bring him candy next time she came back.

Sanlang was so happy that he didn't know what to do.

When Song Jin saw Sanlang being fooled, he could only say that children are easy to fool.

Song Jin didn't stay at home for long, and followed Qin Chi to his home in the county town.

This time Li did not come along.

However, Qin Chi was taken to the room and explained privately. When Qin Chi came out and looked at Song Jin again, his eyes were strange, which was probably about the birth of the eldest grandson.

Song Jin pretended not to see it.

That night, someone knocked on the door.

Qin Chi went to meet the visitor.

The visitor did not enter the house, but just handed Qin Chi a cloth bag.

Song Jin looked at the cloth bag in his hand in confusion.

Qin Chi said, "I asked him to come in, but he said no. He just said there was something from Hangzhou Prefecture that he was ordered to send to you. Madam, is this from your relative?"

“Maybe…”

Song Jin was confused and said something perfunctorily.

His eyes fell on the cloth bag, but he was afraid to reach out to take it.

When Qin Chi looked at the cloth bag, "This bag is not heavy, do you want to open it? Do you want me to help you open it..."

"No, I'll do it!"

Song Jin grabbed the cloth bag, his hands trembling slightly. When he was about to open it, he looked at Qin Chi, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

Qin Chi smiled and said, "I'm going to the west wing to read a book. You can rest first if you are tired."

"good……"

Song Jin was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

After Qin Chi left the room.

Song Jin opened the cloth bag with some panic.

It was actually a women's dress.

The dress was badly torn, but the material, style and embroidery were still clearly of Huizhou origin.

Song Jin opened her dress and found the sleeve of her left hand.

Then, open a line inside the sleeve.

When he saw the seal script "Song" embroidered inside, Song Jin's luck was gone! Tears suddenly fell from his eyes...

(End of this chapter)