Chapter 117: Determined to advance self-assessment again

The next day, as Xie said, Master Guo explained the "Jijiuzhang". The lecture started at two minutes in the morning, and it ended at two minutes in the afternoon. In the afternoon, the school children took their own activities. Master Zuo will rotate to talk about "Er Ya" tomorrow, and the timetable will continue until he leaves the ancient tomb cliff.

What reassured Wang Ge was that the Master allowed the school children to climb the mountain under the care of his maids, as long as they did not go to the steep slope of the cliff peak.

So as soon as the lunch arrived, Wang Ge received the wheat cake and the sauce, and then put the sauce into the cake, and ate it while walking through the step barrier and walking upward to collect the fine vines.

Saw the vines, tear off the outer skin of the vines, twist it into ropes, collect a bundle of vines, tie it up, and let the maid carry it. There is no bamboo forest on this cliff slope, so you can only make wooden slips, wooden slips, or goblets. When you come out of the monastery, you don’t have to carry a basket, which leads her to weave a basket of wood first.

The collection was almost done. Wang Ge took advantage of the maid's carelessness and jumped to the tree crown like a monkey, rode on the tree fork and started sawing the wood. The maid wanted to stop it, so he had to look up and stare at her. In his previous life, Wang Nanxing often followed the craftsman to climb mountains and saw wood. This kind of skill is like swimming, and he will never forget it after learning it.

In the distance, Liu Bo, who was climbing the mountain with his fellow disciples, burst into tears and blurted out. As soon as he saw that it was Wang Ge, he was shocked by her actions.

"What's wrong with Liu Tongsen?"

"Nothing happened." Liu Bo felt relieved to continue moving upward when he saw the maid under the tree was strong.

Wang Ge sawed three branches and then came down, saw off their tips and branches, clamped two pieces of his left arm and one piece of his right arm, bared his teeth and encouraged himself: "Go, go down the mountain."

"It can't be used, so I'll leave it to the maid."

So Wang Ge exchanged with the maid. She carried three bundles of rattan strips, and the maid held three pieces of sunken branches. The two of them supported each other down the cliff slope. After standing firmly, the maid dared to ask: "Wang Xuetong also sells firewood to make money?"

“Can you make money by selling firewood?”

"Yes, the kitchen has been collecting it, so you can make a lot of money with a bundle."

There is also this good thing. Wang Ge was so happy, but unfortunately these three bundles cannot be sold, and it is not enough to weave baskets.

Time is really not enough. She can't make baskets first. Liu Bo kept copying texts, so anxious that he ignored the reputation of her little girl. It can be seen that there are many lack of bamboo slips... and unethical.

After putting all the wooden branches and vines on the tent, Wang Ge sawed the wood, peeled the bark, sawed the wood, and began to make the simplified materials.

"I'll bear it." She gritted her teeth and cut the wood chips so neatly that she cursed her heart. In fact, on the other hand, she didn't suffer any losses. She was trying hard, but he took it.

Pen and ink are more expensive!

Especially ink!

Cut, cut, cut... It's all Liu Bo's...

"Stupid little face."

"As bad as Chi Xiao."

Cut, cut, cut...

"Chi Xiao used the young carp to trick me, you cheated my reputation. Zhang Wuji said it right, the beautiful little boy has no good things."

"Wang's Sect?" Sima Nandi and Bian Zi held hands outside the tent, and the latter asked, "What are you doing?"

Wang Ge brushed his forehead and turned his face back and said truthfully: "Give me a wooden slip with my fellow villager. You also said hello yesterday."

Sima Nandi didn't say a word, pouted in, and sat on the side of the table with his little head hanging down.

Bian Zi: "Liu Xuetong is studying in college. He learns more and uses more wooden slips. If I were to rely on the friendship between fellow villagers, I would like to ask the top craftsman to make the sketch."

"That's right. But when I return to my fellow countrymen, I can't be in vain, I have to pay for my wages. He has no money, so he promised to copy one more copy for me when copying the book." Wang Ge really likes Miss Bian so much. This smoothing battle was not intentional, but also took all the faces.

Sima Nandi really recovered his spirits. "Wang Tongsen, were you alone with Liu Langjun yesterday? Was you talking about the wooden shop deal?"

"Yes. I also have to carve letters, make wooden slips, and practice craftsmanship. The extra wooden slips require extra time. You two come here... won't it be the same? Let's say yes first, if you ask me to help make wooden slips, I will also pay."

"No, no, no, the monastery has distributed enough." Sima Nandi hurriedly waved his hand.

"I don't want it either. I draw more circles now and I can write fewer characters, so there is no need to make more wooden slips."

The two little ladies hurriedly left hand in hand, fearing that they would be extorted.

Wang Ge continued to simplify it. There is no unified standard for the wood slicing. They all define width and length based on their own writing habits. If you write running script, you must make the width; if you write official script, you can reduce the length.

Although she didn't like Liu Bo, each wooden slate was still made very carefully, scraping both sides flat so that both sides could be written. The width was one inch, and if the characters were small, two columns could be written. The length was one foot.

The process of simplifying the process is also the process of her being proficient in the distance between rulers and inches again.

Gradually, she forgot to be angry with Liu Bo, and when she was cutting and carving wooden slips, she deliberately threw away the smallest line segment unit "division". She no longer defined "cun" by "division", but regarded "cun distance" as the smallest unit.

From now on, she has once again formulated a self-assessment and advanced in three steps.

When a random mark is the standard "one inch", it is the first step of advancement; when using the same practice technique, the "size distance" is successfully regarded as the smallest unit, it is the second step of advancement; when the inch and the ruler are switched, it can be marked until the length of 100 meters, it is the third step of advancement.

Xie Ju came over. The afterglow of the sunset shone into Wang Ge's tent, which only reflected her face, desk, and hands. Her body seemed to be divided into a boundary by a paintbrush, with a light golden red in front and a dark back. She was so focused on making simplified, scraping, blowing wood chips, scraping, blowing wood chips... People around her came and went, and the noise was noisy, and it had nothing to do with her.

This scene reminds Xie Qun when his uncle was verifying the classics.

"Mugu." But he had to interrupt her concentration and took out the wooden goblet wrapped in layers of gauze, with a little dirt. "The words on it may come from "Yuanli Pian", which is extremely rare. I will give it to me when I eat breakfast tomorrow."

After Xie Ju left, Wang Ge was still stunned and did not dare to touch this goblet for a moment. Chapter 6 of "Yuanli" was written by Zhao Gao, the commander of the Chefu in the Qin Dynasty. It was a book that enlightened and literate in the Qin Dynasty.

Oh my God, no matter who the tomb owner is, this... these are all real antiquities! Xie Ju, the prodigal son, gave it to her!

This goblet has seven sides, and the wood is poplar. The narrowest side only has two words. If Xie Ji didn't say it was "Yuanli Pian", then Wang Ge would definitely not be able to guess what these two words were pronounced.

If the mold explanations in the craftsman exam were all in this seal script, wouldn’t she keep beating the famous drums of the hometown? She kept shouting: “But knows the hometown, but I can’t read…But knows the hometown, but I can’t read?”

Her basket hasn't started to weave yet, and Liu Bo has only made more than ten pieces of wooden slips. He will return this wooden goblet tomorrow morning. Wang Ge was worried again, there was not enough time!

It was soon time to get late food, but she didn't go and didn't want to waste it for a moment. Thank you very much, so you got her food and brought honey candles.

Honey candle is the earliest candle formed in ancient times.

When the honey candle was lit, Wang Ge's first thought was: It's too luxurious, this burned wax, it's money!

At this time, Wang Ge had imitated five equally standard seven-sided wooden goblets, no longer wasted time, and directly carved the knife and first engraved the small seal script of the word "Yuan".

Xie Ju: "Five goblets, Greedy Girl, who else can I give to except you and me? Can you tell me?"
Chapter completed!