After dinner.

Qin Luoheng created a fire in the house, then put the two bamboo slips taken from Ling Shiku on the table and spread them out. He took out the wooden slips that had been cut in the past and began to copy "The Way to Be an Official".

Bo Shu grinds aside.

The ink he uses is different from that in the school.

This is homemade.

The ink used in the school is all natural ink.

Before each use, you must first grind the stones, mash these natural ores on inkstone boards made of clam shells or stones, and then add water and stir well.

The whole process is very physically exhausting.

When the Master was there, he would grind ink for the Master.

At that time, he was still young and lacked strength, and he was exhausted every time he grindled ink.

So he asked the Master: "Is there any ink that can be melted by dipping water in the world?"

Master said: "According to the "Shugu Calligraphy Collection", Zhengyi first made ink, and the characters were made from black soil, bituminous coal, and the like."

“There is indeed homemade ink in the world.”

"But it's not something that ordinary people can get."

"Even a doctorate in the Doctorate Palace can't get a few pieces a year. These homemade inks are rewarded in the world, with one ink worth a thousand gold, and there is no market value!"

Hearing words.

Qin Luoheng immediately became interested.

He wants to make ink.

He really can't make ink.

But he remembered that the raw material of ink was pine wood, and there were no other things in Mount Li, but there were many trees, and there were pine wood, and Mount Li happened to have it.

There is no time in the mountains.

After repeated failures, he successfully made pine smoke ink.

But at that time, the Master's body was no longer as good as before, and the number of times he needed to grind ink was getting fewer and fewer.

Later, the Master knew that he had not had enough time, so he cut off the medicine stone and locked himself in the study all day long, writing books he had memorized at his desk. Qin Luoheng knew that the Master had the habit of eating ink, so he tried to add nourishing medicine to the ink.

But before he could wait for his medicine, the Master passed away suddenly.

Bo Shu was grinding the ink, her eyes full of surprise.

She was born into a noble family, so she naturally knew Mo's existence.

Just looking at the black ink in front of her, she became even more confused. Qin Luoheng kept saying that she was an ordinary Qin man, but everything he had was not ordinary at all.

even......

In some ways, it is already higher than the nobles of the six countries.

At least, when she was in Xianyang, she had never seen that noble family, which had rosin-like ink like the one he used. Even the imperial ink was just like this, right?

Qin Luoheng did not notice these things.

All his thoughts are copying "The Way to Be an Official".

"The Way to Be an Official" has two volumes.

There are thirty bamboo slices in each volume, and the number of words on each piece is not large, about thirty words, and the content is very concise.

Qin Luoheng copied it very quickly.

There is no pause in every stroke.

The writing is written.

Seeing Qin Luoheng's copying speed, Bo Shu was also shocked.

She had also met Confucian scholars of the same age as Qin Luoheng. Those Confucian scholars were always very cautious in copying books, for fear of making mistakes. Once they copied them wrongly, they would immediately use a knife to scrape them off.

The same two volumes of bamboo slips.

Qin Luoheng can only take a hundred breaths to finish copying.

But it takes almost half an hour to copy and scrape the Confucian scholars, and the speed of the two is completely different.

When Qin Luoheng was copying books, Bo Shu also secretly compared the content he copied with the bamboo slips he brought back, and there was no typo in the whole article.

Accurate and terrible!

She secretly glanced at Qin Luoheng, but quickly looked away, but the curiosity in her eyes became stronger and stronger, and in her heart, Qin Luoheng became more and more mysterious.

Qin Luoheng focused on the bamboo slips.

On the other side.

In the hall, the originally hidden door suddenly opened a crack. A girl with a hair tied up her head, looked curiously at the middle-aged man on the platform, but saw that the girl was eleven or twelve years old, with a beautiful face, wearing a black skirt, and looked very pleasant.

The middle-aged man naturally heard the sound.

Just as he was about to scold the attendant, he looked up and saw the girl. The displeasure on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a smile on her face.

But he still pretended to be angry and said:

"Yin Man, it's time for Du Xu, why are you here for me?"

"Don't you go back to sleep?"

Ying Yinman walked into the hall and pouted.

Said aggrievedly:

"Father, I'm actually asleep, but I just thought that my father hasn't slept yet, and the place where my father is usually very cold. I happened to find something to keep warm these days, so I thought of giving it to my father so that my father can also warm up."

Ying Zheng was stunned and then smiled:

"oh?"

"You have something I don't know?"

"I don't believe it."

Ying Yinman took the opportunity to take out the things behind her, but she held back and said anxiously: "Father, I really have it."

Ying Zheng smiled heartily and said, "Then why don't you bring it up and show it to my father?"

Ying Yinman nodded happily, ran to Ying Zheng's case, and lit up the things hidden behind her.

Enjoy the eyes.

Ying Zheng's smile instantly froze.

He had a gloomy face and his eyes were staring at this thing.

Ying Yinman did not notice the change in Ying Zheng's face, and was still very excited, introducing what he brought with him like a treasure.

"Father, that's it."

"This thing is called a hot water bag, which I discovered by accident. This thing is amazing. Adding hot water to it can keep it warm for a long time."

"Father, look."

"There is a pocket here, you can put your hands in, it's so warm inside."

"I just thought that when my father stays in this cold room all day, his hands and feet must be very cold sometimes. If my father can use this warm hands, he will definitely be more comfortable."

"Father, try it."

Ying Yinman stuffed the hot water bag into Ying Zheng's arms, and then looked at Ying Zheng happily, wanting his father to try the hot water bag.

Ying Zheng held the hot water bag tightly in his hand, and blue veins appeared faintly on his hand.

Ying Zheng suppressed his anger and said, "Yin Man, tell me the truth, how did you get this hot water bag? How did you learn to use it?"

"I need to know the whole process!"

Ying Zheng's anger scared Ying Yinman directly.

She bit her lips aggrievedly, tears rolling in her eyes. She sobbed in a low voice: "I was playing in the palace a few days ago. I accidentally saw something in my father's carriage, so I took out the thing curiously."

“…it’s that hot water bag.”

"I just thought this thing was fun."

"Then I and Brother Hu Hai threw this to play with it, but as I threw it, the things inside fell out, just a few were white, bulging, and there was a fishy smell. I heard them say this is called..."

"Scene maw!" Ying Zheng said.

"Well, because this thing is broken, I can't play anymore, Brother Hu Hai left."

"I was afraid that my father would know about it, so I wanted to throw it away secretly. When I was going to throw it away, I saw a very thin soft bark inside. I took out the bark and found that there were words on it."

"I can't recognize it, so I showed it to the servant."

"They said this was a hot water bag and said how to use it. I asked them to change the water inside and tried it. It was really warm. I thought my father would like it, so I took it over."
To be continued...