After the divorce, I became a mountain god

Chapter 449 Please Allow Me to Leave

Seeing that Li Qingjiang mistook paint for ink, Xu Boan didn't care. He just smiled and said, "Oh? How can it not work?"

Li Qingjiang told the truth, "In reply to the Mountain God, ink can leave no marks on paper, but after the numbers are written on the magic car you gave us, they will be easily wiped off even after they dry, so there is no way to effectively leave marks on it. We have tried it, but it really doesn't work."

Xu Boan smiled and said, "My ink is different from yours. Don't worry about using it! It will definitely work."

Hearing the confident words of Grandpa Mountain God, Li Qingjiang slapped his head and said with sudden enlightenment: "I am stupid. How can the things in the fairy world be compared with these mundane things? After hearing what you said, Grandpa Mountain God, I suddenly realized that the ink you gave me is not pungent at all, unlike our ink, which has a strange smell. Please forgive me, Grandpa Mountain God."

The raw materials for making ink currently used by people in the bonsai world are mostly pine smoke and oil smoke, which are fumes extracted from the incomplete combustion of pine branches, tung oil, lard and other materials.

As we all know, the smoke from burning these things will have a very pungent smell, especially when they react with oxygen, moisture and other substances in the air, they are more likely to produce a pungent odor.

When they are drying and storing the ink, if the humidity is too high or the temperature is too high, it can easily cause the water in the ink to be unevenly dispersed, resulting in cracks or mildew, thus emitting the same pungent smell.

Therefore, in the bonsai world, there are also such unavoidable side effects of raw materials and technical difficulties, so their ink has always been sold in different grades.

Poor people or poor scholars like Li Qingjiang naturally cannot use the best ink, so they have the impression that ink has a bad smell.

The paint Xu Boan is using right now was bought by the Royal Federal Academy of Art of Asselia for wall painting. For a school of this level, all the places for external display are very particular.

So we bought the most expensive and top-grade paint. This paint is developed using the extraction process of edible raw materials, and has been improved and innovated through modern ink-making technology, so it is completely non-toxic, harmless and odorless.

Moreover, this type of paint is specially made for wall painting. Although it is not as good as the reflective paint used for writing license plates in the real world, the advantages of this paint are also obvious. Its cohesiveness and adhesion are excellent, and the colors it displays are also very dazzling and bright.

The most important thing is that these car toys in the bonsai world will never be used at night because they have no headlights, so it is very appropriate to use this kind of paint to write license plates here.

Especially compared with the ordinary writing ink that Li Qingjiang had used before, there is no comparison!

Xu Bo'an said calmly, "It's okay. Just write down the car numbers carefully. After you finish writing, make sure to register the car numbers of each car clearly to avoid disputes in the future."

Li Qingjiang nodded respectfully and said, "I understand. I will definitely live up to the Mountain God's trust!"

Xu Bo'an said softly, "Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and get started. I'll be leaving first."

Li Qingjiang knelt down and bowed, saying, "Farewell, Grandpa Mountain God!"

Xu Boan didn't say anything else. Although he said he was leaving, Xu Boan was not in a hurry to leave.

In the real world, Ouyang Najie had not finished her get out of class yet, and Xu Boan and the others had nothing to do, so they continued to observe the situation inside the bonsai.

Li Qingjiang thought that the Mountain God was no longer here. After a pause, when he did not hear the Mountain God's voice, Li Qingjiang hurriedly stood up and immediately said to a child who was helping to grind cinnabar not far away: "Xiao Hu, come, don't bother with that little bit of cinnabar for now. Help me get the inkstone. I want to try the ink from the fairyland that the Mountain God gave us last time."

Xiaohu is a chubby ten-year-old boy who had attended a private school for two years. He had just wandered here with his mother a few days ago. When he heard that there were teachers offering free lessons here, he joined the temporary school.

Because these students of Li Qingjiang are basically children with no basic knowledge, some can even be said to be illiterate. Although they have some basic knowledge in recent days, in the eyes of Li Qingjiang, a cultured person, it is really unsatisfactory.

On the contrary, Xiaohu, who joined recently, has a solid foundation of knowledge and is well-behaved and willing to learn. He is definitely a good student in Li Qingjiang's eyes. It can be said that Li Qingjiang likes him very much, so he is willing to take Xiaohu with him when he does something on weekdays.

Anyway, on weekdays, apart from the adults working, the children have nothing to do, so Xiaohu's mother is happy to have Li Qingjiang help take care of the children.

After all, teachers are respected everywhere, and Li Qingjiang is a well-known figure in Kaoshan Village. He is also related to the village chief Li Kanshan. Even a fool knows that this is a thigh that can be clung to and a backer that can be relied on!

Therefore, with the full support of Xiaohu's mother, Xiaohu and Li Qingjiang are inseparable.

When Xiaohu heard what Li Qingjiang said, he quickly and obediently responded, "Oh, I understand, sir."

After saying that, he trotted to a basket nearby, took out a large inkstone, brought it back and placed it in front of Li Qingjiang.

Xiao Hu couldn't help but say, "Sir, we have tried to write with ink before, but it didn't work. It fell off if you wiped it accidentally. It's a bit unreliable!"

When Xu Boan spoke to Li Qingjiang before, they were in private, so Xiaohu did not hear the content of the conversation.

Li Qingjiang said with a smile: "If the Mountain God says it's okay, then it must be okay. We'll know after we try it later."

Xiaohu said curiously, "Sir, I have heard a lot of stories about gods and fairies before. I have also heard a lot about the mountain god here these two days. I always feel that the mountain god is different from the gods and fairies I have heard before!"

Li Qingshi smiled and took a long-handled wooden spoon to scoop a small spoonful of paint from the bottle cap that Xu Boan gave him, poured some on the inkstone, and asked with a smile: "Oh? Tell me, what's the difference?"

Xiao Hu pursed his lips, tilted his head and said in a tiger-like voice: "Most of the stories about gods and immortals that I have heard in the past are about some very illusory gifts, such as calling the wind and rain, changing fortunes and giving children, etc., but the mountain god here actually gives us real rewards! It's just like the elders greeting the younger generation, just like you, sir, taking care of me."

Li Qingjiang was quite surprised when he heard this. He immediately smiled and nodded, saying, "Xiaohu, Xiaohu, you are really smart. You know what I mean. After listening to you and thinking about it carefully, I think it makes sense. Come, get me two thinner pens."

Xiaohu took out some more brushes, picked out a thin-tipped brush and handed it to Li Qingjiang.

Li Qingjiang rolled the tip of the pen in the black paint in the inkstone, squeezed it slightly, and after the tip of the pen was full of ink, he lifted the pen and quickly wrote the number "1" on the hood of the car.

Then, Xiaohu hurriedly leaned over and placed his hands on the engine cover, and blew a few times. Seeing the paint solidifying and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xiaohu excitedly said, "Sir, the ink from the fairy world is really different from our ink! Our ink will flow down soon after writing, but this ink will not flow and will dry up very quickly."

Li Qingjiang smiled and nodded, saying, "Things in the fairy world are naturally different. I'll go write the number of the second car first. You stare at this for a while. When it's completely dry, touch it lightly with your finger and see if it can be wiped off."

Xiao Hu continued to blow the trumpet, and when Li Qingjiang finished speaking, he nodded and said, "Okay, sir, I understand."

Li Qingjiang took the inkstone and quickly wrote the number "2" on the hood of the second car.

Because Xiaohu was still in front of the first car, Li Qingjiang lowered his head and gently blew away the ink he had just written.

Sure enough, I found that the effect of this ink was completely different from the ink I had used before.

Li Qingjiang nodded in satisfaction, turned around and shouted, "Xiao Hu, come over and take a look. How about this number being written so large? Can you see it clearly from that position?"

The number "1" is quite special and very easy to recognize. Even if you can't see it clearly, you can guess it almost accurately based on the shadow.

But it’s different with other numbers. If they are not clear, they are not clear and there is no room for guesswork.

Xiaohu quickly leaned over the hood of car No. 1 and looked over at Li Qingjiang, then nodded and said, "It's very clear, sir. I think it's OK. Also, I touched the number 1 with my hand and there is no problem. It can't be wiped off."

Li Qingjiang's face lit up and he said, "Great! This is indeed the ink from the immortal world bestowed by the Mountain God. If it weren't for the Mountain God's order to write the numbers on these cars, I wouldn't have been willing to use such good ink."

As he spoke, Li Qingjiang walked towards the next car.

Xiao Hu followed closely, and halfway through the walk he suddenly looked back, then exclaimed: "Sir, it seems that what we are doing is not right!"

Li Qingjiang frowned slightly and asked curiously, "Not quite right, what do you mean? Did I write the number wrong?"

"That's not the case!" Xiaohu shook his head and said, "It's just that the position of the number is not right!"

Li Qingjiang asked curiously: "Wrong location? That shouldn't be the case. The location we wrote is right in the middle of the front, the most conspicuous location. How can there be a problem with the location?"

Xiaohu pointed to a car not far away and said, "But sir, you see, when we see that car from behind, we can't see the situation in front of the car at all. In other words, even if we have written a number on the front of the car, if we look at it from behind, we still can't see anything and we won't know which car it is."

Li Qingjiang's eyes widened and he said, "Right, why didn't I think of that? What if a car hits someone and runs away? It runs so fast that people can only see the back. No matter how big and clear the writing is, the people behind can't see it."

Xiaohu scratched the back of his head and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."

Li Qingjiang praised: "You are so smart, kid. In your opinion, it would be more appropriate to write the license plate number at the back, right?"

Xiao Hu pointed at the car and said, "Grandpa Mountain God gave us a lot of ink. Why don't we just write the number on the front, back, left, and right? That way, people around us can see the number of the car and find it easily in the future."

Li Qingjiang thought for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said, "That's not necessary. With writing on the front and back, it's already very eye-catching. The mountain god gave me a lot of ink, but I plan to pack and store it after writing these numbers. Some will be distributed to you little guys in the school, and the rest will need to be kept. This thing is precious and will definitely be useful in the future."

Xiaohu bowed and said, "I am grateful for your advice. You are very thoughtful, sir."

Li Qingjiang looked at Xiaohu's posture with satisfaction. The more he looked, the happier he became. He said, "Xiaohu, come on, take a pen too. Let's write together. This is just practice."

Ink is precious. Normally, many students in the school would study by holding wooden sticks on the ground. Only after they became familiar with it would they use burned sticks to write on wooden boards. They rarely had the opportunity to use ink.

Xiaohu was very happy when he heard it. He quickly responded and happily started writing the car number with Li Qingjiang.

Xu Bo'an looked at the two people's comprehension and nodded repeatedly. They had mastered the skill of having both the front and back license plate numbers so quickly. It could be said that they had thought carefully, not bad!
It’s just that the car numbers start from “1, 2, 3”, which is actually a bit too appropriate. As there are more cars in the bonsai world in the future, won’t the car numbers become longer and longer?

The best way is to divide it by region, just like in the real world.

However, there are limited vehicles in the bonsai world now, so there is no need to go through all that trouble. Besides, writing a "靠" and then a number is a bit troublesome right now.

Xu Bo'an was smiling and thinking about going to see if Li Wufu's hunting team had made any new progress in animal taming, when he suddenly felt refreshed all over, and then he felt that his incense and vows had increased by ten strands.

cool!

Xu Bo'an came to the mountain temple with a thought, and saw Chen Shishi and Yan Xiaojiu kneeling on the cushion in front.

The incense on the incense table is emitting smoke.

Yes, these ten strands of incense and vows were contributed by this brother and sister.

Xu Boan remembered that Chen Shishi's contribution was as many as eight strands, so the remaining two strands belonged to Yan Xiaojiu.

Xu Boan said cheerfully: "Oh! It's you two. What's the reason you came to see me this time?"

Yan Xiaojiu said respectfully: "Thank you for the blessing of Grandpa Mountain God. I want to take my sister away. I hope Grandpa Mountain God will agree!" (End of this chapter)

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