Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 450 Ink clay

   "Ma'am, these inks are drying well, but they look relatively simple. Is there any step missing?"

  Ye Muyu entered the east wing and was changing shoes.

  Since Mr. Hu knew that ink sticks can be used to make money, he has attached great importance to them. He has to go to see them every day. After all, the formed ink sticks need to be dried, and drying takes into account the temperature.

  She was afraid that something might go wrong that would affect the finished product after Cheng Mo, so she had to go to see it more than a dozen times a day, and even turned Mo Mo over every day.

  Ye Muyu nodded upon hearing the words: "Well, not bad, I just tried to make small inks, so it needs to dry for about half a year, and then polish and paint gold after drying."

"Half a year..." Mrs. Hu was taken aback, and after a long while, he sighed: "Sure enough, the objects used by scholars are exquisite. I saw that Madam, you are very delicate in refining tobacco. many."

"The steps of making ink are more than one hundred steps. Naturally, the finer the ink, the better the effect." Ye Muyu lamented that this is a craftsman's craft. If he can develop his own ink and become famous, the Chu family will be famous in the future. Turning over is also very easy.

   "During this period of time, just make two to three yuan of ink a day." Ye Muyu is not in a hurry. Now that the bookstore is on the right track, the daily income may not be less than fifty taels, which is completely enough for her to prepare for all expenses.

  You can also save silver for buying fields, buying houses, and even supporting people.

   After all, it is slowly getting on the right track.

  Ye Muyu changed her socks, planning to wash her feet before going to bed.

  When she was nourishing her body, she couldn't know that her feet were sweating and didn't change them, and continued to wear soaked socks. Isn't that waiting to catch cold?

"Ma'am, I'll bring you some hot water. Just now I asked my husband to add two fires to the stove." After Hu turned over the ink, seeing Ye Muyu's movements, she instantly guessed what she was going to do, and finished softly. , and walked quickly to the kitchen.

  Ye Muyu felt that Hu's caring became more and more considerate, and remembering that Hu and his wife were bought by Chu Heng, she couldn't help but sigh that this person is really amazing.

   "Ma'am, here comes the water." Soon, Mrs. Hu came over with a basin of water, bent down and put the footbath at her feet.

  Ye Muyu reached out to support her: "Ms. Hu, you also go down to rest for a while, and treat the wound carefully. I don't need you to serve me here."

   "Okay, ma'am, just call your servant if you have something to do." Hu nodded lightly, touched the wound ointment box on his waist, his eyes were full of warmth.

  Ye Muyu soaked her feet and put on new socks before continuing her lunch break.

  In the afternoon, Ye Muyu got up to make ink, and after a busy afternoon, she only made a large piece of ink. The large ink needs to dry longer, and most of it takes more than a year.

  When the ink clay is made, it needs to be hammered continuously with a hammer. There is a saying that it is light glue with a hundred thousand hammers. It can be seen that this step is time-consuming and laborious.

   And when playing ink mud, it is extremely easy to hit the hand.

  Although Ye Muyu tried her best to move standardly, she was hit several times, and the back of her hand was slightly red and swollen.

   After being discovered by Hu, he called Zhang Shu and Lu Chuan who was still at home to help.

  The four of them came in rotation, and only then did they print a piece of ink.

  The larger the ink, the larger the ink paste that needs to be beaten, and the longer it will naturally need to be beaten.

   After the ink clay is molded, today's work is considered completed.

   "Ma'am, come and wash your hands, and this servant will rub the medicine on you in a while." Hu's eyes were full of worry.

  Because of beating the ink mud, the hands of several people were all black.

  (end of this chapter)