I live with the Lord God [Quick Transmigration]

The tools are handed over to Father Shao and his eldest brother Shao Lei, but the main materials for making ink still need help from others. Shao Yi is a kind of Songyan ink. Although it has been improved, the main materials still need to be made by others. Fired from pine.

There are many pine trees on the back mountain. If you want to cut down a tree, you just need to say hello to the family.And Shao Yan's grandfather was the elder of the clan, and even the head of the clan was his uncle, so cutting down trees was definitely not a problem.

After Shao Yan talked to Shao's father, he went directly to grandpa.

The village he lives in now is called Shaojia Village, and most of the whole village is from the family surnamed Shao, with only a few sporadic families with foreign surnames.

Grandpa Shao Yan has three sons, Father Shao is the second, with an elder brother on top, a younger brother and a younger sister on the bottom.

Now everyone in the Shao family has been divided under the decision of Grandpa Shao Yan, but the old man loves Shao Yan a lot. This is not because when I was tidying up the old house some time ago, I found a small box of books, and all of them were lost. It was sent to Shao Yan.

Of course, these books are ordinary books, and Shao Yan is just using these books to find a source for the ink-making formula. Anyway, there are not many literate people in the entire Shao family except him.

However, the formula still needs to be written out, and it needs to be dealt with in a small way, so that when the old man wants to see the formula, he won't be able to get it out.

At the beginning, Shao Yan thought things were too simple. He didn’t realize until he got the memory from the main god that making ink is not a simple matter, and it requires a lot of manpower. Mobilize everyone to do it together.

The purpose of going to Mr. Shao was to clarify the matter of making ink, and borrowed a few cousins ​​to help cut trees and burn charcoal.

When he saw the old man at the old house, Shao Yan didn't hide anything, and directly stated his purpose, and by the way, also quoted the words that persuaded Shao's father.

Although the old man was illiterate, he had run a business outside in his early years, and he was much more courageous than Shao's father.

Hearing this, he immediately made a decision, not only recruiting Shao Yantang buddies to help, but also directly giving Shao Yan a few taels of silver, saying that he would pay for all materials, so that Shao Yan would not have to worry too much about what materials he needed Even if you buy it, the silver is not enough to come and get it.

With the old man's support, Shao Yan naturally has no scruples.

When I told my cousins ​​about the criteria for selecting pine trees and asked them to go up the mountain to cut trees, I took my third uncle's little cousin Shao Yi, who was only one year older than him, to drive an ox cart to the city to buy materials.

These so-called materials are mainly tung oil, glue and some spices, these things are not cheap, but the quantity Shao Yan wants is not large, so after spending more than three taels of silver, he still bought everything.

Don't think that three taels of silver are small. In the Zhao Dynasty, one tael of silver was worth a thousand Wen, and a catty of meat was only six or seven Wen.So three taels of silver is already quite a lot, like an ordinary family, five hundred cash a year is enough for living expenses.

At least Shao Yan's little cousin, Shao Yi, had never seen so much money. Seeing Shao Yan spend so much money without blinking, what he bought back was something that could not be eaten or worn. Distressed face.

When Shao Yan came back from the county seat, half a day had passed, and his cousins ​​had already transported the chopped pine trees to the foot of the mountain.

There, Mr. Shao was directing his two sons and several nephews and nephews to build an earthen kiln.

This kiln can't be used in a day or two, so Shao Yan is not in a hurry. After saying hello to his family, apart from practicing calligraphy and painting every day, he tosses various spices.

The ink that Shao Yan wants to make is better than the ordinary ink on the market in terms of use.

But this kind of ink has a characteristic, that is, it emits a faint fragrance when used, and this fragrance evaporates very slowly. When using this kind of ink to write and draw, even after a few months, you can still smell the fragrance , so it is called Xiangmo.

Moreover, this scent can be adjusted at will according to the different spices added. Shao Yan has now made the most basic sandalwood scented ink.When the flowers bloom next year, various floral fragrances and some other fragrances can be added.

Although Zhaochao also has fragrant inks, they are all high-quality ones, difficult to make and expensive, and only those nobles from aristocratic families can use them.

So if nothing else, just focus on this scent, Shao Yan's scented ink will definitely be very popular.

After spending nearly ten days to prepare the spices, Shao Yan's calligraphy and painting have almost been practiced. Although he can't be called a master, he is definitely unmatched among his peers.

Not to mention that Shao Yan's talent is against the sky, and he can reach this point in a few days, but he cheated, and directly asked the main god for some calligraphy and painting memories. The features fit into it.

Of course, those reincarnations before the Lord God don’t know how many years they have lived. Among them, I don’t know how many have reached the level of masters and masters in calligraphy and painting. It’s just that Shao Yan didn’t dare to exaggerate because of his current age. It's just such a standard.

However, the main god is also a scumbag. A few memory transfers have almost used up his remaining energy. In a short period of time, he can't even play the only role he has.

Fortunately, what Shao Yan got was enough, and now there is no need for the main god to transfer the memory to him.

"Wu'er, the pine smoke from this kiln has been burnt out. Grandpa asked me to ask you to go and see if it's okay." Just as Shao Yan was arranging the prepared spices, Shao Yi ran over.

"Here we come." Hearing this, Shao Yan immediately went out to the kiln at the foot of the back mountain.

He has all the steps of making ink in his memory, including the fire and timing of burning pine smoke.Originally, he was going to guard by the kiln, but Mr. Shao disagreed no matter what he said, saying that watching the kiln was hard work, and it was not a job for scholars.

In desperation, Shao Yan had no choice but to carefully explain the heat and time to several cousins, making them toss.

The previous few failed, Songyan is not considered qualified, it means that the ink can be made, but the quality is definitely not good. After Shao Yan said, Mr. Shao made a decision and decided to re-fire.

But the last time it has almost reached the standard, I think it should be almost the same this time.

Sure enough, just as Shao Yan expected, the firing of pine smoke was quite successful this time.

His cousins ​​have suffered a lot from guarding the kiln day and night these days. After Shao Yan announced his success, they were so excited that they almost cried.

The loose smoke is finished, and the next step is to make the ingredients. This is also a laborious work. Of course, Shao Yan is only directing from the side, and it is his own brother and a few cousins ​​who are doing the work.

The amount of various materials was checked by Shao Yan himself. After being fully stirred, it was pounded again. When the ink mud came out, it took another few days.

The next thing was a little easier. After pressing the film and drying the ink, it was time to finely repair the ink and paint the gold. No one else could do it, so Shao Yan had to do it himself.

Fortunately, the memory he got was very clear about all of this, and after a little familiarization, he became fully proficient, and within a few days he made all the hundreds of squares of fragrant ink that he had made before.

During this period, Shao's father was not idle, and took Shao Lei to rush out a lot of exquisite wooden boxes, which were going to be used to hold the newly made fragrant ink.

After a lot of tossing and turning, it is already a year later, and all the men in the Shao family are very busy this year, except for the New Year's Eve dinner, they are busy making ink for the rest of the time.

Among them, Shao Yan is the most leisurely, but after Xiangmo is made, it will be his turn to be busy.

This sales promotion is a very important part of it. If this item can't be sold, all the hard work ahead will be in vain.

Yuanshen has never sold anything, and neither has Shao Yan, but he has watched a lot of novels and TV shows, at least better than Yuanshen.

The target of Shao Yan this time is a good friend in their private school. His friend is Zhao Mingxu, who owns a bookstore and sells pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The Zhao family's business is not small, and they have a good reputation. Coupled with Zhao Mingxu's relationship, they are naturally Shao Yan's first choice.

However, Shao Yan did not go directly to the Zhao family, but first took Xiangmo to a county cultural meeting.

In this world, the literati are very strong in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, coupled with the open atmosphere, there are countless literary fairs of various sizes, Yuan himself has participated in many before.

Yuan Shen Sui was not good at poetry, but he could write well, plus he had good knowledge, he was quite well-known in the county, and he had a few good friends, Zhao Mingxu was one of them.

No, Shao Yan had just arrived at the teahouse where the cultural meeting was held, and several people greeted him.

"Shao Yan, this way." A young man in a blue gown and jasper hair crown waved to Shao Yan.

"We're all here." Another young man in a black gown also greeted him.

One of them is Song Han and the other is Zhou Chengye, both friends of the original body. Beside them, Zhao Mingxu, who is wearing a dark green robe, is also looking at Shao Yan with a smile.

Seeing this, Shao Yan responded with a smile, then walked over.

All the people at the essay meeting were scholars, and they all wore long gowns, but the materials and styles of the clothes were different. Coupled with the accessories on their bodies, people could see the gap between the rich and the poor at a glance.

Just like Shao Yan, he was wearing a blue muslin gown, which was incomparable to Zhao Mingxu and the other three wearing silk and satin.

But for scholars, unless they are from aristocratic families, what they value is knowledge.

"Shao Yan, what have you been up to these days? You didn't come to several literary meetings a few years ago." After Shao Yan came to sit down, Song Han asked first.

"I am busy with some things at home, and I have gained a lot." Shao Yan said with a smile.

"Oh?" Song Han had a straight temper, and when he heard the interest, he asked: "What gain?"

"Just look at it." Shao Yan said, putting the wooden box in his hand on the table and pushing it over.