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In the days that followed, Ji Mo plunged headlong into the great cause of paper-making man, and the six sons also followed suit. Because they just started learning, they didn't know anything, and they didn't stretch out their hands indiscriminately. They just helped Ji Mo with household chores, and occasionally When Ji Mo came back to his senses, he found that the house was clean and there were meals on the table. Of course they were not made by Liu Zi, but they were bought by the other party, which made Ji Mo embarrassed.

In this regard, as a master, he was served by his disciples. Fortunately, when he was a brewer before, although he did not ask for his disciples, the other party was also like this. He is not completely unaccustomed to it. There is no formal master-apprentice status yet, and the ages are about the same, so I am somewhat embarrassed.

I told Liu Zi once, but the other party didn't care, "Hey, this is nothing, it's just to help get some things, I don't want to eat too!"

When he said this, he tore a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth, his mouth was full of oil. During these days, their food was good, and they could have some meat at noon every day. Ji Mo was flustered.

"Is the money still enough to spend? If not, I still have some..."

Ji Mo paid for the food expenses. After all, he felt it was inappropriate to let the six sons do this for nothing every day. Not only here, but also the next door. Knowing that he had to take care of the neighbor lady for the sake of a meal, the six sons also helped out. After being watched, Ji Mo felt more at ease.

"Enough, enough, what's there... Uh, no, it's not enough, so let's talk about it later, Brother Wang has a way, and he will tell you when the time comes, I'm stupid and can't tell."

Liu Zi is a more down-to-earth kind of person. He talks about something, and sometimes his words are not nice, but he really doesn't hide his mind.

Ji Mo nodded after hearing this, and didn't ask any more questions. He had already seen it. This group of people, let alone those who don't see each other, in the eyes of He Er and Liu Zi, that Brother Wang is in charge of the brain, and the other party will say nothing. It works.

It's strange, obviously they haven't known each other for a long time.

That is to say, Brother Wang came here after the accident of the shopkeeper of the coffin shop in front, why did he become so familiar all of a sudden?

Maybe brotherhood is like this?

Sometimes, Ji Mo is a little envious. Even if he had brothers, it seems that there is no such level of trust between brothers, let alone brothers without blood. Anyway, his brothers asked him to do something. He has to think over and hesitate a bit here, and he will definitely not be as straightforward as Liu Zi.

Liu Zi also told Ji Mo before that he has no interest in making paper, at most he is curious, just like many children are curious about sugar painting, but few people really do it after they grow up, and more people even spend their whole lives doing it. It may not be possible to get started once, but Brother Wang told him to learn, so he came to learn immediately.

"Anyway, I don't know what to do, and Brother Wang won't hurt me. He can do whatever he says. I read it, and it's not a tiring thing—hey, the eyes haven't been painted yet. How can I let them go? Off to the side? It’s white and scary.”

Outlining the eye sockets, but not adding pupils, of course it would be a little strange, as if you were born without eyes, or the kind of ghosts that rolled their eyes until they had no eyes that often appeared in ghost movies in the early years.

"The eyes are put at the end, this kind of paper man..."

Ji Mo did not do anything to avoid Liu Zi. For convenience, Liu Zi also set up a bed with him to live in. At night, I saw Ji Mo specifically looking for things such as burning birthday horoscopes and blending into the ink color at midnight when the cloudy energy is the most serious. The paper ash that was carefully picked up has a certain mysterious color.

It is said that it is the fire of Wanjia Deng, and the six sons managed to get the lamp oil. It really took some time and work, and I felt that the thief was particular about it when I made it.

Liu Zi didn't know that some of what he did was not covered by professional knowledge, but was refined and summarized by Ji Mo after his own thinking, combined with some specious statements about Yin Qi in the current folk.

Whether it will be successful or not is actually an attempt. To be honest, the last time I made a small paper man, apart from the fact that the paper was not made by myself, it was a step of laziness. Ji Mo felt that he had achieved the ultimate in other aspects, but he did not see I am really disappointed that the little paper man has changed.

In addition, the matter of the alloy strings once made Ji Mo understand that the full value of professional knowledge points may represent the main knowledge of a stage, not all, just like many classes will have extracurricular reading and other knowledge that can be expanded. If he wants to be better, he still has to use his brain and think of ideas.

I heard a lot of anecdotes from Uncle Li before, and later I heard a lot of people say that paper makers are called yin and yang business. Things are weird, and I like to tell them.

Intentionally or not, last time Ji Mo actually knew a lot of sayings, such as the Wanjia lamp, which borrowed lamp oil from other people's houses, and after collecting a lot, there was the so-called human fireworks. Somewhat popular, in short, mysterious and mysterious, I don't know if it can give the paper figurine some spirituality.

Throughout the production stage, with six sons helping with trivial matters, and no one disturbing, Ji Mo was immersed in a state. This time, his concentration was different from before. It was not a straight line, but a wavy line with ups and downs. Collecting things There will be a sense of anticipation, like climbing a hill. When something arrives and is actually done, you will be at the peak, and then you will go down. Both your mood and expectations will gradually fall back. There will be another one looking forward to drawing a parabola again.

When two or three parabolas are connected together, the whole process of making paper figurines is complete, and it becomes a slightly uniform wavy line.

Every wavy line is Ji Mo's attempt, in his own way, trying to make some things as perfect as possible.

Because the professional knowledge points are already full, he has no way to estimate whether he will succeed or not this time. There is no intuitive numerical change, and he relies entirely on the subjectivity of metaphysics, which really makes Ji Mo a little uncertain.

"...Oh, so that's what it is!"

The six sons seemed to understand, slapped his thigh suddenly, and exclaimed: "So, the horoscope of birth is still so important. I don't know what to do with my horoscope? Will someone try to harm me?"

Witch Gu Nightmare Town has always been taboo, many people's complexion changed slightly when they heard it, but when they arrived at Liu Zi's place, his complexion also changed, but this kind of... really makes people laugh and cry. good thing.

"Generally speaking, it shouldn't be. You don't know it yourself. Who else knows?" Ji Mo said naturally. The poor families in ancient times really didn't have the habit of celebrating their children's birthdays. I know the season when spring is warm and flowers are blooming, but I can't say the exact day, and I don't know what will happen later. After seven or eight children are born, the mother is dizzy.

The second is the monopoly of knowledge. The people at the bottom can’t even write their own names. Those who look at the sky and the land may even know the farming time and the like. The difference is not bad. Most people who live in other cities just look at the weather. Changes, if not for the clear rotation of the four seasons, spring, autumn, winter and summer probably wouldn't matter.

There will be festive days, celebrations, festivals, etc., of course, but those wealthy people have the final say, and the people below, except that they are thinking about having fun, delicious food, or fun on such days , If you have work to do and earn money, you won't worry about others.

If you have to tell which day is which day, it's like proving that you are you. There is a sense of boredom, and the people at the bottom who are busy making a living don't care about this.

"Yes, what I'm talking about is that besides, there's no benefit in killing me."

Liu Zi figured it out by himself, laughed cheerfully, looked at Ji Mo and said, "Hey, don't say it, you are really smart, no wonder Brother Wang always tells me to listen to you more."

"Brother Wang told you to study hard!"

There are almost no difficulties in the technique of paper-tying. It is necessary to pay attention to it. If you have done what you need to do, success is something that can be expected. , I understood it a long time ago, but it hurt my enthusiasm if I didn't get started all the time, and I was too slack. Ji Mo originally wanted him to practice his hands with a lower-level paper figurine, but he himself refused.

"Just do it well, that kind, what's the use."

I don't care about it.

In this case, Ji Mo couldn't say anything more, as if he was stingy with his craft and refused to teach it well.

He is a new learner, so he must be born with his own hands. If he is asked to directly make this kind of birth date, even if he knows that the owner of the birth date is already dead, he will definitely not mind it, but it also makes Ji Mo feel a little bit wrong. The meaning of staying is to let the six sons watch two more. If you watch more, you will know how to do it, and it should be better if you do it again.

Ji Mo didn't delay the time on purpose. A male paper figurine and a female paper figurine were completed at a normal speed. It took nine days to complete it, and the six sons communicated in advance to confirm the delivery time with Brother Wang. It got dark, and put the eyes on the paper figurine before dawn.

"Hiss, it really feels different!"

The six sons were on the side, gasping for air. Although Ji Mo felt that it was mostly a psychological effect, and it was because of the coldness before dawn in the morning, he didn't say anything. Looking back, he saw a shadow behind him, scaring him. After a jump, he took a closer look and saw that it was Brother Wang.

"Why did Brother Wang come here? Just send me and my six sons there in a while."

Ji Mo hurriedly put down his pen to greet him. After all, he is also a shopkeeper, so he should be respected.

"It's time for me to come, let's go, let's send it out together, we are already waiting outside the city." Brother Wang said so, he hesitated to get the paper figurine, but Ji Mo took the initiative to pick up one, and the other One was lifted up by the unconscious six sons.

The little paper figurine is about the height of a five or six-year-old child, and it can be slightly higher than an adult's knee. When it is held in the hand, it looks like its head sticks out. It is not heavy, and it is not too obstructive.

"Can't wait? I should have stayed up late to do it if I knew it earlier." Ji Mo felt a little regretful. The pair of paper figurines were a little more particular. After all, it was a waste of time. Fortunately, Brother Wang said he was not in a hurry, so he really did. I thought I was in no hurry.

Brother Wang smiled and led the way: "It doesn't matter, they let us deliver it in time, of course we have the final say on the time."

These words were a bit domineering, and seemed to have some deep meaning, Ji Mo didn't delve into it, and followed him out, heading straight out of the city.