Qin Hu

Chapter 17 Uh, this elm head, why can't I figure it out!
"Let's see, son, is it suitable?"

Nirvana held two already carved Feng Chan paintings and presented them to Zhao Zihu for viewing.

This was carved by the father and son overnight, and it is only a part of Feng Chan's painting. It may take two days to carve it out one by one.

Zhao Zihu put the two engravings together, looked at the content of Feng Chan's painting, nodded in satisfaction for a while and said, "Well, yes, the progress is fast enough, and the engraving lines are also very flexible."

"Afterwards, I will report to my father and ask for credit for your father and son!"

The father and son were overjoyed, they raised their hands together and said: "Actually, it all depends on the method of wood carving that you taught me, otherwise, if you make a wrong engraving, the whole board will be useless, and my father and son dare not rush to work overnight."

Han Fei stretched his neck curiously to watch, and saw that the two engravings in Zhao Zihu's hands were the same as those on Feng Chan's painting, but they were exactly the opposite.

He is a man of great wisdom, and he can already guess its usage just by looking at it.

Zhao Zihu boasted yesterday that when he went to Haikou, he was able to copy thousands of copies of Fengzen pictures and post them on Mingfa Tianxia...

He thought it was just Zhao Zihu bragging, so just now when Zhao Zihu said that he was going to do something serious, he asked to follow him, and he would help if he could, to give an idea for this stubborn disciple.

After all, all civil and military officials knew that Zhao Zihu was a disciple taught by Han Fei, and if he was too serious about doing things, he would only brag blindly.It was not only Zhao Zihu who was ridiculed at that time, but also his master, a great sage of Legalism.

Therefore, if he doesn't want to take care of it, he has to take care of it!

But... Now it seems that Zhao Zihu didn't seem to be bragging. Those cunning, when used in serious affairs, are really not ordinary capable, and they can be done without the help of his master!

Even, he has more ideas than a master like him!

To be honest, Han Fei didn't have such fantastic ideas!
"Your father and son are busy first. I'll go and see who has made the appropriate ink."

After Zhao Zihu reassured the father and son, he stopped disturbing their progress, and went to the place of the master ink maker under the guidance of Gan Luo.

Han Fei followed curiously.

But he wanted to see how many wonderful ideas he had, a stubborn bastard!
……

Slightly leaning, a group of people came to the felt tent of the master ink maker, but saw that the master's hair was disheveled, his face was covered with black ink, and he looked like a black African.

Just here I am still fiddling with a bowl of ink, constantly adding something to it!
"Can you make a suitable ink?"

Zhao Zihu stepped forward to look at it for a moment, then asked aloud.

The master focused on the ink in the bowl, and he didn't seem to notice that everyone was coming. Zhao Zihu's voice made him tremble in fright. With an embarrassed smile, he clasped his hands and said, "Mo Jue is incompetent, and he hasn't made a suitable ink yet."

Zhao Zihu pointed to the ink in the bowl in front of him, and asked, "This is the ink you specially made to copy Feng Chan's painting, right? Show me the effect first."

Da Jiang grinned and looked to Gan Luo for help.

He felt that the effect was still a bit too much, and he might provoke Zhao Zihu to blame him!
Gan Luo met his eyes asking for help, but said: "Young Master Zihu is very wise. I used a set of armor to lure him here. If you don't hurry up and ask for advice, when will you wait?"

Well, that's why he offered to make armor for Zhao Zihu.

The master craftsman was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly thanked Gan Luo, and then took out a seal to show Zhao Zihu the effect of the new ink.

Zhao Zihu actually knew yesterday that he had nothing to do to be courteous, so he must have some schemes. Now that he knew that he was taking care of the master under his command, he was not surprised. Instead, he said hesitantly: "You still said that you are not the prime minister, Xiao Ganluo!"

An idol is an idol, which overlaps with the wise and kind Prime Minister Xiao Ganluo in his memory.

"..."

Gan Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he bowed his hands like resigning himself to his fate, and said, "Young master said yes, so be it. If Gan Luo can really be a chancellor in the future, he will probably be talked about by you too hard!"

Zhao Zihu laughed aloud, and went to see the ink effect shown by the master.

The big craftsman dipped his seal with ink, and printed it on a corner of a piece of silk cloth that had already been printed all over. The effect was not very good, the smudge was serious, and the handwriting was blurred, but the color of the ink was still correct: "My lord, this... ..."

"Give me the seal, I'll try."

Zhao Zihu reached out to take the seal in his hand, and without dipping the ink, he just turned it upside down.

Then, he picked up the unusable silk cloth, dipped some ink in the bowl, and painted a layer of ink on the bottom of the seal: "Find a piece of clean silk cloth."

The master craftsman didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly found a piece of clean plain white silk cloth, and presented it to Zhao Zihu with both hands.

"Don't give it to me, put it on the seal, and stroke it with your hand."

Zhao Zihu didn't accept the cloth, but told him what to do.

The master did as he said, covered the seal with a plain white silk cloth, stroked it lightly with his hands, and when he opened it to look at it, he couldn't help being stunned: "This...is it done?"

Yes, it's done!
In other words, it is almost complete, but the fainting is very light.

Zhao Zihu returned the seal to him, wiped his hands and said, "Holding the seal to cover it, and putting the seal under it, sticking silk cloth on it for rubbing, are two different things, and writing with a brush is even more different."

"Don't get into the wrong place in your thinking, let alone think too complicated."

"Just make the ink thicker, as thick as cinnabar ink pad, maybe it won't smudge!"

The big craftsman slammed his head hard, and said: "Eh, this elm head, why can't you figure out such a simple truth..."

Take the seal and cover it with ink. The ink drips down. If it falls on the silk cloth, it will naturally smudge.

The printing is turned upside down, and the ink is brushed on it. The excess ink will flow into the gaps between the printings. The silk cloth is covered on the top, and only a little is applied with a light touch, so it will not smudge.

And this big craftsman, he has been holding the seal, dipped it in ink and stamped it on the silk cloth, and he didn't know how to turn it over and try it, it's so stupid and cute!

This is still the same as the stirrup, it is a layer of window paper, it is easy to pierce it!
"The magic of using it is all in one mind..."

"Wonderful, really wonderful!
Han Fei watched in amazement, because he really looked at his stubborn guy differently.

Seeing that the master craftsman's problem was solved by Zhao Zihu's backhand, Gan Luo said hesitantly: "My lord, you're bothered, let's go, I'll take you to the armor craftsman to make a good armor for you. "

Zhao Zihu was naturally rude, and while walking out with his friends, he took out a silk cloth from his bosom, stuffed it to Gan Luo and said, "Make a pair like this, and wear it spiritedly."

Gan Luo reached out to take it, started to look at it, and then was taken aback: "What shape is this, why does it look like an ancient bronze armor?"

Han Fei looked at it, and was also taken aback: "Isn't it bulky to wear such an armor, like an iron bastard?"

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