Qin Luoheng lit a fire in the house, then put the two scrolls of bamboo slips he took from Ling Shikun on the desk and spread them out. He also took out the wooden slips he had whittled in the past and began to copy "The Way of Being an Official".
Bo Shu was grinding aside.
The ink he uses is different from that in the school.
This is homemade.
The inks used in the school are all natural inks.
Before each use, these natural ores must be crushed with a grinding stone on an inkstone made of clam shells or stones, and then poured with water and stirred evenly.
The whole process is very physically demanding.
When the Master was here, he was the one who would grind the Master's ink.
At that time, he was still young and lacked strength, so he was exhausted every time he studied ink.
So he asked the Master: "Is there any ink in the world that melts when dipped in water?"
Master said: "According to the "Shu Ancient Calligraphy Compilation": Xing Yi began to make ink, and the characters were made from black soil, bituminous coal, and the like."
"There is indeed self-made ink in the world."
"But it's not something ordinary people can get."
"Even a doctor from the Doctor's Academy can only earn a few dollars throughout the year. These homemade ink are a reward in this world, worth a thousand dollars, and they are priceless!"
Hear the words.
Qin Luoheng immediately became interested.
He wants to make ink.
He really doesn't know how to make ink.
But he remembered that the raw material of ink was pine, and there was nothing else in Lishan. There were just a lot of trees, and pinewood happened to be in Lishan.
There is no time in the mountains.
After repeated failures, he successfully produced pine smoke ink.
But at that time, the master's health was not as good as before, and he needed to grind ink less and less often.
Later, the master knew that his time was short, so he stopped using the medicine and locked himself in the study all day, writing the books he had memorized in the past. Qin Luoheng knew that the master had the habit of eating ink, so he tried to use the tonic
The drug is added to the ink.
But before he could get his medicine, the master passed away suddenly.
Bo Shu studied the ink, her eyes full of surprise.
She was born into a noble family, so she naturally knew about Mo's existence.
Just looking at the black ink in front of her eyes, she was even more confused. Qin Luoheng had always said that he was an ordinary Qin man, but everything he had was anything but ordinary.
even......
In some aspects, it is higher than the nobles of the Six Kingdoms.
At the very least, when she was in Xianyang, she had never seen that noble family using rosin-scented ink like the one he used. Even if it was imperial ink, it was nothing more than that, right?
Qin Luoheng didn't notice this.
His thoughts were all on transcribing "The Way of Being an Official".
"The Way of Being an Official" consists of two volumes.
There are thirty bamboo pieces in each volume. The number of words on each bamboo piece is not many, about thirty characters, and the content is very concise and to the point.
Qin Luoheng copied very quickly.
Stroke after stroke without any pause.
The words are formed as soon as you put pen to paper.
Seeing Qin Luoheng's copying speed, Bo Shu was also shocked.
She had also met Confucian scholars of similar age to Qin Luoheng. Those Confucian scholars were always very careful when copying books, for fear of making typos. Once they copied a mistake, they would immediately scrape it off with a sharpener.
The same two volumes of bamboo slips.
Qin Luoheng couldn't finish copying in more than a hundred breaths.
But when it comes to Confucian scholars, it takes almost half an hour to copy and scrape. There is a huge difference between the two speeds.
When Qin Luoheng was excerpting the book, Bo Shu also secretly compared the content he copied with the bamboo slips he brought back, and there was not a single typo in the whole article.
Terrifyingly accurate!
She glanced at Qin Luoheng secretly for a few times, but quickly looked away. However, the curiosity in her eyes became more and more intense, and in her heart, Qin Luoheng became more and more mysterious.
Qin Luoheng buried his head and focused on the slips.
the other side.
In the main hall, the originally ajar door suddenly opened a crack, and a girl with a hairpin stuck her head in. She looked curiously at the middle-aged man on the high platform, only to see that the girl was eleven or twelve years old.
, has a pretty face, wears a black skirt, and looks very pleasant.
The middle-aged man naturally heard the sound.
He was about to scold the attendant, but when he raised his head, he saw the girl. The displeasure on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a smile.
But he still feigned anger and said:
"Yin Man, it's already midnight, what are you doing here?"
"Why don't you go back to bed?"
Ying Yinman walked into the hall, pouting.
He said aggrievedly:
"Father, I've actually fallen asleep, but I just thought that Father hasn't slept yet, and it's usually very cold in places where Father is. I just happened to find a heating object these days, so I thought of dedicating it to Father, so that
Father, I can also keep you warm."
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"oh?"
"Is there anything else you don't know about?"
"I don't believe it."
Ying Yinman took advantage of the situation and wanted to take out the things behind him, but he held back and just said urgently: "Father, I really have it."
Ying Zheng smiled heartily and said, "Then why don't you bring it up quickly and show it to Father?"
Ying Yinman nodded happily, trotted to Ying Zheng's big case, and revealed what was hidden behind his back.
Enter the eyes.
The smile on Ying Zheng's face suddenly froze.
He had a gloomy face and stared at this thing with his eyes.
Ying Yinman didn't notice the change in Ying Zheng's face. He was still very excited and introduced the things he brought like a treasure.
"Father, this is it."
"This thing is called a hot water bottle. I discovered it accidentally. This thing is amazing. Add hot water to it and it can keep it warm for a long time."
"Father, look."
"There's a pocket here that you can put your hands in. It's so warm inside."
"I just thought that my father stays in this cold room all day, and his hands and feet must be very cold sometimes. If my father can use this to warm his hands, he will feel more comfortable."
"Father, try it."
Ying Yinman stuffed the hot water bottle into Ying Zheng's arms, and then looked at Ying Zheng happily, wanting her father to also try this hot water bottle.
Ying Zheng held the hot water bottle tightly in his hand, and there were faint veins on his hand.
Ying Zheng suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Yinman, tell me the truth, how did you get this hot water bottle? How did you learn to use it?"
She bit her lip in grievance, with tears welling up in her eyes. She sobbed softly: "I was playing in the palace a few days ago, and I accidentally saw something on my father's carriage, so I took it out of curiosity.
Come out."
"...It's that hot water bottle."
"At that time, I just thought the bulging thing was very funny."
"Later, I was throwing this with my brother Hu Hai, but as we were throwing it, the contents fell out, just a few white ones, bulging, and with a fishy smell. I heard them call it this.
....."
"Swim bladder!" Ying Zheng said.
"Well, because this thing is broken, we can't play with it, so brother Hu Hai left."
"I was afraid that my father would know about it, so I wanted to throw it away secretly. When I went to throw it away, I saw a thin piece of soft bark inside, so I took out the piece of bark, and then I discovered
There are words on it."
"I couldn't recognize it completely, so I showed this to the attendant."
"They said it was a hot water bottle and how to use it, so I asked them to change the water inside. I tried it and it was indeed very warm. I thought my father would also like it, so I brought it over."
He rubbed Ying Yinman's little head and comforted: "Father didn't mean to blame you. It's just that I haven't had a good rest these days. Suddenly, I lost my temper. It was Father who was wrong. Can Father apologize to you?"
."
"Father, I accepted this gift from you."
"Father likes it very much."
After a while of coaxing and comforting, the little girl finally got over the coaxing and left Zhangtai Palace in a bounding motion.
In the palace.
Ying Zheng stands tall and tall.
He looked at the hot water bottle in his hand, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
But in an instant, Ying Zheng's eyes returned to normal. He looked out of the palace indifferently and said loudly: "Come here, go and call Yi, the imperial censor. I have something to ask him."
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Thanks to Ah Yi·ever for the reward of 1500 starting coins. Thank you, boss. It’s a waste of money.