Chapter 133 Getting close
The days that followed were calm and lively.
The head of Qin and others knew that Qin Mingsong had participated in the provincial examination and would come to talk to Mr. Qin every few days, so the most topics at home were this year''s provincial examination.
Old Liu is the quietest at this time.
No matter how much the old woman is, she dares not be arrogant in front of the patriarch.
And Qin Chi was at home during this period.
Erlang and Sanlang just had their holidays, so they asked Qin Chi to go to the backyard to learn how to make Hui ink.
A year has passed since the last time the ashes were left to stand.
The smoke has gone away.
In the basin filled with soot, add an equal amount of beef glue.
Use a stick to stir and the glue, then add gold powder, cinnabar, longan, pearl powder and musk, and continue to stir.
Finally, it is the key step to ink.
After repeated tapping on the ink ball, the glue can not solidify and further blend with the smoke. When the ink ball is shiny and there is no obvious particles.
This is simple to describe, but the process is a hard work.
Especially when making ink, you must beat it at least ten thousand times.
The two brothers took turns to swing their hammers to beat the ink.
All day long, there were endless bangs in the backyard.
The two brothers were sweating all over their heads and their clothes were soaked. Qin Chi didn''t say that they could. They just kept beating and couldn''t stop.
It’s not okay if you get sore hands and hurt.
Qin Chi reminded: "When the hammer falls, you must flatten the hammer, and be careful to knock it flatten!"
This time he mainly taught two cousins, so that even if they couldn''t study, they would have a skill.
Therefore, Qin Chi relied on using his mouth to guide him throughout the process of making Hui ink, and he was either Erlang or Sanlang.
The two brothers used ink from early morning to dark.
It’s late at night again.
Qin Chi was so noisy when he heard this. He checked the ink **** he had beaten in the past and saw that the surface was shining. "Okay, go and weigh it, one or two."
This is the matter.
Saburo was yawning.
The child is sleepy early, but he has not finished his work and cannot sleep.
The two brothers cooperated.
One comes to weigh, and the other comes to rub the long strips.
Then put it in a wooden rectangular mold to set it up.
After extrusion and fixing the ink, it is taken out from the mold, so that the ink strip is in the prototype.
Next, take out a wooden box.
Sprinkle a layer of wood ash in the bottom of the box, then spread a piece of rice paper, spread the newly-shaped ink strips flat in the box, then cover it with a piece of rice paper, and then sprinkle a piece of grass ash on it.
This is done to absorb moisture for half a month.
"After half a month, you two will take it out, tie it up one by one, hang it for another half a year, and then scribble it and wax it after the ink strips are dry."
Qin Chi explained every step of making Hui ink in detail.
The silent night is bright, and the sound of insects outside the house is endless.
Several tung oil lamps were lit in the thatched hut.
The man stood under the dim tung oil lamp, and the glimmer of light outlined his outline gently and mysteriously.
The eyebrows are like distant mountains lying across, and the eyes are like autumn water and stars.
The handsome face seems to have traces of the quiet years.
A blue shirt stretched out with her figure, her collar was lightly closed, and her cuffs showed a scent of ink, showing a transcendent and unworldly aura on this mysterious and quiet night.
Song Jin was holding a lamp in his hand. A soft light shines on the ground.
She came to find Qin Chi intently, and her steps were a little hesitant, but inadvertently she saw the man standing in the swaying lights, like the moon in the water in the painting. The simple thatched hut could not hide his light at all.
Before I knew it, my steps stopped.
He is hesitating whether to move forward...
Qin Chi suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Jin.
The woman appeared here with a lamp. It was late at night and the people were obviously worried about him. She suddenly felt a warm current in her heart. Her shallow and affectionate eyes fell on the woman''s beautiful face, which was amazing and affectionate.
Song Jin gently lifted the lotus steps and walked to Qin Chi.
"My husband has never returned to the house all night, so I came out to take a look." In that gentle tone, there was care for Qin Chi.
At the moment when Song Jin opened her red lips, as if she was bewitched, Qin Chi slowly reached out and stroked her cheeks, gently feeling the smooth skin, and a trace of unspeakable joy suddenly surged in her heart.
The ambiguous breath between the two people flows.
Even though there were two brothers in the thatched room, they did not disturb the only couple.
"Brother is so bad. He touched his sister-in-law''s face with his dirty hands and painted his sister-in-law''s face into a little cat."
The crisp boy''s smile broke the ambiguity between the two.
Qin Chi slowly turned around and glanced at Sanlang with a smile on his face, "Come here!"
Sanlang quickly slipped over, raised his little head and asked excitedly, "What did your brother tell me to do?"
“Let you know the consequences of laughing at us.”
Qin Chi smeared the black ash in his hand and smeared Sanlang''s little face in a few seconds, making Sanlang wail.
Now he has also become a little cat.
Then Qin Chi went to the wooden barrel next to him and washed his hands, "Sanlang, Erlang, if you do it, you will have a rest as soon as you go. Your sister-in-law has come here, so it will be hard for you to accompany you again."
Why did you show off your tone?
The two brothers didn''t hear it, but Qin Yi in the dark heard it.
Song Jin was in a daze.
It was impossible to deny just now that she was bewitched and her mind was a little fluctuating, but Saburo spoke out and pulled her back to reality.
Qin Chi came to Song Jin in a few steps.
He took out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped Song Jin''s face. His hands were indeed stained with black ashes just now, but they were just a little bit on her cheek.
Rub carefully and it will be clean soon.
Then he put away his handkerchief.
The two returned to the house side by side.
Time is coming soon on the third day of the August provincial examination. The Qin family’s medicinal fields have been harvested. After selling more than 20 taels of silver, the seedlings have been replanted, and they have just waited for another wave to be harvested next year.
At the same time, the relationship between Qin Chi and Song Jin became much closer without realizing it. The parties involved were used to it, but the bystanders turned into lemon juice.
"Short-lived ghost...why isn''t he dead yet..."
Song Xiu peeked through the crack of the door and saw Qin Chi and Song Jin talking in the yard, "My husband is soon the master of juren. It is your Song Jin who cannot stand up to you. Hum..."
When Song Xiu thought that the news of Qin Mingsong passing the imperial examination was about to be returned, he was very excited again.
Today she changed into a new dress and put on her favorite headdress, just to welcome her upcoming glory moment.
The days of being proud are coming soon!
Suddenly, Qin Chi looked to the fourth room sideways, and Liangliang''s eyes scared Song Xiu''s instinct to shrink.
Today there were many people sitting in the Qin family yard.
In addition to the Qin family, there are more than a dozen elders including Village Chief Chen and the clan leader. Even the aunt and aunt also sat in the yard while eating melon seeds while talking about their family’s shortcomings.
Qin Mingsong passed the imperial examination.
Qin Chi received news yesterday that he actually won fifth place and ranked very high.
But today the yamen news came, so everyone gathered in the yard and waited.