"Huh, Uncle Zhang, your skills are really unspeakable. Didn't you say that old rabbit meat firewood? Why does it taste so tender?"

"Haha, you don't understand this. When stewing rabbit meat, I stew it with pork belly. This rabbit meat absorbs the fatty oil in the pork, so it will naturally taste less. How about it, I'm a disciple for me, don't you treat you badly?"

Zhong Yue rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm full of lunch here. When will we start working?"

"Wait for tomorrow."

"Why are you going to wait for tomorrow?"

Zhang Laifu spitted out the toothpick in his mouth.

"The first step I teach you when making a pen is to degreas the rabbit hair. Your pen must be able to absorb ink, but it is not possible to do without degreasing. This is caustic soda water. In the past, in the pen factory, in order to save costs, I didn't use this caustic soda water. I usually use lime water, but lime water is slow to degreasate and usually soak it for a few months. The caustic soda water is very alkaline and can be used tomorrow."

Zhong Yue stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first?"

"No hurry, I'll teach you the pen holder."

Zhang Laifu lit a cigarette and plugged the small machine tool into power.

"In ancient times, I used files to dig it out bit by bit. Now that there is a machine, it saves a lot of effort. Just be careful, aim at the knife edge and push the fixed pen rod slowly in. Be sure to aim at the center, otherwise the pen made will be crooked."

Zhong Yue read it a few times and then got started by himself, "Uncle Zhang, this is not difficult."

"Are you nonsense, it's not difficult for the apprentices of the pen factory to be in hand for the whole year."

Zhong Yue took off the car's pen holder.

"Drip! The system detected a pen holder with extremely poor quality, extremely poor practicality, extremely poor wood, and a comprehensive score of 11 points, which did not reach the primary level."

“…”

Zhong Yue's hand holding the pen trembled. This... 11 points, how much is the primary level?

“Basic level, 60 points.”

“…”

When Zhang Laifu saw Zhong Yue in a daze, he took the pen holder of his car and frowned and said, "Look, I've asked you to aim it at it. Is this hole stumbled? Is the pen holder stumbled? How good are you still expecting this pen to be?"

Zhong Yue picked up the pen that Zhang Laifu had before him with some dissatisfaction.

"Medium quality, medium practicality, extremely poor wood, comprehensive score of 63 points, reaching the primary level."

“…”

Looking at Zhong Yue's shocked look, Zhang Laifu smiled and said, "How about it? Do you think there is a gap? Don't look at such simple steps and don't do it carefully. These are all for you to practice, practice hard."

Zhong Yue picked up another piece of wood and tried it again without believing it. This time he made sure to align it and then slowly pushed it inside.

When he picked up the drilled pen, blew off the wood chips, waiting for the system to evaluate.

"The quality difference, the practicality is poor, the wood is extremely poor, the comprehensive score is 19 points, which has not reached the primary level."

I'm dizzy!

After working together for most of the day, the management still failed to meet the standards!

Zhong Yue turned off the machine and threw the pen holder into the wooden box beside him. He could not hang himself on a tree. Since it was based on the three aspects of quality, practicality and wood, the practicality should have a lot to do with the drilling hole. As for quality and wood, there is still a lot of room for improvement!

After thinking for a long time, seeing that Uncle Zhang in the main room was already asleep on a bamboo chair, Zhong Yue tiptoed out of the yard and prepared to go home to see if there was any good wood.

"Hello, is it Mr. Zhong Yue?"

As soon as Zhong Yue walked to the door, several people surrounded him.

"Well, what's the matter?"

The man showed his work permit and said, "We are from the Municipal Cultural Bureau. We want to come over to detect if there is any tomb under the excavation site of the Weibei. Please cooperate."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "There is no problem with the detection, but I am a descendant of the Zhong family. Please take into account your feelings as a descendant of the Zhong family."

"You can rest assured that we will not dig this casually without approval."

Zhong Yue brought several staff members from the city into the house.

"Zhong Yue."

"Miss Gu? Why are you here?"

Gu Qin handed over a document, "This is Wenhan from Huizhou University's leave, look."

"Really done?"

"You'll know if you look."

Zhong Yue opened the file bag, "Thank you so much for Miss Gu."

"Just call me Gu Qin. By the way, this is the invitation letter to the opening of the Municipal Cultural Center next month. It was asked by Teacher Huang to bring to you your grandfather's last work. He gave it to several calligraphers from the Municipal Calligraphy Association. They all thought it was a very good work and will be exhibited at the modern works booth. You can also go and see it at that time."

"Then thank Mr. Huang for me."

Gu Qin smiled and said, "You must work hard too. Those old men heard that you are descendants of Zhong Yao, and your grandfather and your father are all calligraphers. If you drag your back, you will be embarrassed by the time you go."

"Shame? What's going on?"

Gu Qin blushed and said, "This is also my fault. It is mainly for the half of the Wei stele. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper asked me to take charge of a special report. I used the originator of regular script and the theme of Zhong's calligraphy. Now many people are looking forward to showing off your skills."

“…”

Zhong Yue was speechless. His foundation could suppress the scene? Isn’t this a nonsense?

Gu Qin smiled, "You work hard, then I'll leave first."

Looking at the school leave document, Zhong Yue could only squeeze out a forced smile. This matter was made up for the originator of calligraphy. In today's society, literati are inferior to each other and shoot the first bird, and it's not a few pounds. Isn't this just a gun for people?

Alas, Gu Qin has cheated him badly.

Gu Qin turned around and saw that the staff from the city had just walked out, and asked, "How is it?"

"We made a preliminary survey and there should be no tombs."

"Wait, wait."

Wang Dashan hurried over, "I wonder if I can approve Zhong Yao's hometown here?"

If it can be developed into a scenic spot, it will definitely be a major selling point for Daping Township to make a fortune. This is a task assigned by the county. Wang Dashan was about to tell Zhong Yue whether he could give up his house? As a development of a scenic spot, he heard that the people from the Municipal Cultural Bureau came over, so he quickly rode the motorcycle over.

"The hometown of Zhong Yao? I'm afraid it's impossible. The hometown of Zhong Yao is already a scenic spot in other provinces and cities."

"Why, this...isn't this Wei stele..."

"We concluded that the half Wei stele was not together with the half at the bottom of the well. The half at the bottom of the well had no words and was likely grafted. So even if Mr. Zhong Yue was a descendant of Zhong Yao, it was not easy to study it after a thousand years, so it could not be developed into a scenic spot. There were no tombs at the bottom of the well, so it was a pity."
Chapter completed!