The entire ink workshop, walls, roof and floor, including the operating table, are all black. The workers are shirtless and their hair and body are all black. When they look up, the whites of their eyes appear to be particularly abrupt.
The ink is made of both smoke and glue. When mixing the materials, it is said that the ink must be repeatedly hammered with a hundred thousand pestles, so that the smoke and glue can be mixed finely and evenly to form a blank.
Most of the ink shops use pine smoke to make ink, but only 10% of the ink shops use tung oil, varnish or lard to make ink.
Zhengjia Mofang has both.
According to Zheng Qingyuan, they will send people directly to Huizhou to buy tung oil and light it on the spot to collect cigarettes, which will make transportation more convenient.
It is said that a skilled worker can take care of more than 200 cigarette lamps by himself. It must be scraped in time. If it is late, the smoke will be too much, which will not only waste fuel and fuel, but also waste time.
Tang Shijin also saw a circular arch on the ground, with soil on the edges, connected one by one, more than ten feet long, and the inside and outside and the joints were covered with straw mats and paper, separated by a
In a small section, there is also a small hole for smoke to come out.
Tang Shijin asked: "What is this?"
"It's used for burning pine wood to get smoke," Zheng Qingyuan said: "It takes several days to burn, and when it's done burning, you can go in and scrape it. Generally speaking, the one or two sections at the end are called clear smoke, which is the best.
." He pointed out: "The ones taken from here, the middle section, are called mixed smoke, which is slightly inferior, and the ones taken here from the first one or two sections are called smoke, which are the worst." ①
As he spoke, he walked back: "So the kind of pen you mentioned, I think you can just use cigarettes. Originally, these cigarettes could only be sold to the printing office. If we can do something else, it will be a waste of money."
Yes, it can be said that turning waste into treasure! For the ink shop, it is just a matter of replacing an ink mold. After it is made, there is no need to polish it or gold-painting it, which is very labor-saving."
Tang Shijin nodded: "Then you can make a few and try them out."
Zheng Qingyuan said happily: "Then it's settled."
Tang Shijin had dinner with the Zheng family and his wife, then went to Luo's house, chatted with Mrs. Luo for a while, and ordered some large aprons, headscarves, and masks. He came back and picked up the simple distillation equipment she had ordered before.
Just returned home,
Then I was busy all afternoon, steaming out the wine to be used in the restaurant, and adding the amount I had tested beforehand, about a cup and a half of Lingquan water in a copper measuring cup.
When she left the house, Yan Baiwei walked to the jar as if nothing had happened, picked up the jar, and poured a cup.
Then he took a sip and said nothing for a while.
Tao Chengqi whispered behind him: "Catch a wine thief!" He came over and saw his expression: "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"
Yan Baiwei handed the cup directly to him: "Try it!"
When he handed it over, Tao Chengqi was a little surprised by the pungent smell that hit his nose. He really took a sip, then frowned, and after a while he let out a sigh and said: "It's too strong! It's so delicious!"
The wine on the market is only about ten degrees, but the one steamed by Tang Shijin is at least fifty degrees. The feeling is absolutely different!
It’s like someone who is used to drinking beer first drinks white wine!
Moreover, Yan Baiwei had no sense of taste before, so when he drank, he could not taste the aroma, only a tingling sensation on the tongue, and what he drank was just the drunkenness afterwards.
But now, when I suddenly drink such a fragrant and full-flavored wine, I feel like... my eyes are filled with tears!
Then the two of them secretly drank one glass after another...
Tang Shijin really didn't pay attention.
Because she bought a leg of lamb today and cooked a roasted leg of lamb. When she served it, the aroma filled the room, which overpowered the smell of wine.
The skin of the large roasted leg of lamb is bright red, and the tender and tender lamb can be seen in the cut edge. The smell of cumin and the aroma of lamb are perfectly blended, making your mouth water as soon as you smell it.
Mr. Peach Blossom blushed (from drinking) and said seriously: "It's such a pity to have such a delicious meal without wine to go with it."
Tang Shijin also thought about it: "Well, you can drink a little bit of the new wine I made today, but it is for use in my restaurant, and one person... can only drink one cup."
Yan Baiwei didn't look bad at all when he drank, and there was no trace of committing a crime. He said very innocently: "Can two drinks be okay?"
She thought for a while: "Okay, two drinks at most, no more!"
So Yan Langjun took the initiative to pour the wine, and Tang Shijin missed his last chance to discover.
He Yuanxiao was just a half-grown child, and he couldn't resist even half a cup. Then Yan Baiwei and the two drank the delicious roasted lamb leg and wine, and drank it to their heart's content!
Tang Shijin also took a bite, but didn't think it tasted very good, so he just ate the mutton.
When she was full, she washed her hands and helped the two of them tear the leg of lamb.
Yan Baiwei was already drunk, and his narrow eyes were gleaming with water. He put his hand on the Arhat couch, tapped his fingers lightly, and sang: "The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I urge you to be more careful."
A glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west with no old friends. Carrying luggage and a Shatou wine bottle, carrying the wine in the pavilion. Thousands of miles away, my heart is drunk before I drink it. Who knows this regret..."
Tang Shijin tilted his head, feeling that his deep voice sounded really nice when he sang it.
Especially the corners of his mouth are smiling, his eyebrows are slanting, and his long, black and dense eyelashes are like butterfly wings. Every time he blinks, it seems that a ball of soul smoke is floating away, making people dizzy.
Drunk and faint.
When he stopped singing, she tore the mutton and handed it over. Yan Baiwei opened his mouth to eat it without using his hands. His eyelashes were slightly drooped, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling.
But she didn't know why, but she always felt that there was a thick and heavy sadness hanging over him at this time, overwhelming... That slight smile couldn't be suppressed.
Tang Shijin frowned.
Then she called him: "Yan Baiwei?"
He said: "Huh?"
She asked him: "Am I your friend?"
He smiled: "Yes!"
She said: "Then who is your best friend between me and Xiao Taohua?"
"Ah?" Yan Baiwei held his forehead and raised his head to look at her in confusion: "You and Cheng Qi??"
Tao Chengqi, who was very funny, had already started to laugh. He also stood up, pointed at him and said: "Speak quickly! Who is your best friend?"
Yan Baiwei frowned and said slowly: "Best friend..."
"Yes! Say it quickly!"
Yan Baiwei said: "Come on, you..."
Before she finished her sentence, Tang Shijin was already angry. She pointed at him: "You're done, Yan Baiwei! Your breakfast tomorrow is gone, your lunch is gone, and your dinner is gone! I will never cook anything for you again."
Yan Baiwei!! I want to break up with you!!"
She left very angry.
I made delicious food for you but you lied to me!
I regard you as my best friend but you don’t regard me as your best friend! What a heartless scumbag you are!
Boss Tang was truly angry.
After all, she was the only one who trashed others before. How could anyone else trash her? It’s rare that she likes this big eyelash girl so much and he actually trashed her!!
It’s impossible to forgive him! It’s impossible in this life!