Because he entered the Quanshanfang after the curfew and found a hostel, Du Shiyi naturally kept Wang Wei. The next day after he was hungover, he rushed to the Cui family in Yongfengli for a banquet, and the music score did not have time to leave it to Wang Wei. Now that the two of them were talking at night, the topic gradually changed from the main business to the elegant things of the romance of the flowers and flowers. Wang Weixing arrived, and called the shop to send wine, and then asked Du Shiyi's pipa, which actually played the song he played at Duke Dou's house last time. Apart from a few injustice mistakes, Du Shiyi could not help but be amazed.

After all, he is a genius, and compared with ordinary people, it is a world of difference!

Even so, he still wrote the music score on the spot, and then under Wang Wei's soft and hard work, he had to play a few other songs with the fingering of the Pei family pipa taught by Pei Ning, and then appreciated Wang Wei's two new poems. The topic was from Fenghua and Xueyue to the mountains and rivers. He felt that he was blushing because of something like Lin Hu. When the two fell asleep exhausted, it was already in the middle of the night. Du Shiyi was sleeping in a daze, and in a trance he felt that someone was pushing him hard, so he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Langjun, Langjun."

Seeing the round black face clearly, Du Shiyi woke up suddenly. He recognized that it was Tian Mo and rubbed his forehead hard. Then he found that on the other side of the floor, Wang Wei, who was graceful when he came last night, was lying there with a graceful voice, and could hear a wave of even snoring. Thinking of the night chatting with this guy with candles last night, and later, when he was excited, he asked the store to bring some wine. In the end, he started to fight. He couldn't help but shake his head again, and then supported him to sit up.

"Why are you? Where are Thirteen Niang and Zhuying?"

"My wife said that the husband is about to get up and wants to go to Fangzhong Buddhist Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. She took Zhuying and the wife of the shop owner's house to accompany me. I was left behind because I was afraid that the husband would wake up and no one would serve him."

Speaking of this, Tian Mo paused, saw Du Shiyi nodding and was about to get up. He hurriedly went up to help him pick up the clean clothes prepared by the early-flying bamboo shadows and serve Du Shiyi. However, he had hardly done such a thing as serving with his body, and he was clumsy and didn't know what to do with his belt. It was not until Du Shiyi laughed and brought the things from his hand that he couldn't help but slapped his head: "By the way, I almost forgot. It was because someone outside rushed to find Langjun, and I came in. It was Wu Jiu."

When Du Shiyi heard that Wu Jiu was coming, he remembered what he told him to do a few days ago. He nodded immediately, tied up the leather belt in a few seconds, and ordered Tian Mo to bring the person to the yard. Before going out, he looked at Wang Wei who was sleeping soundly on the other side, and thought that he was also covered with a quilt when he woke up, and knew that Du Shisanniang or Zhuying had come in to check it out, otherwise they wouldn't remember these things after they got drunk last night. If it weren't for burning charcoal basins indoors and drinking so much wine to warm up, he would have been sick with freezing!

When they met again, Wu Jiu's face became more respectful. The fact that Lu Hong was appointed as an official and returned to Songshan was spread throughout the East Capital, and Du Shiyi became famous in Duke Dou's house that day. If he had felt a little helpless about selling his body in the past, Du Shiyi gave up his fortune and never took domineering to him, and he had just made up his mind not to look back. But these were not as good as the impression he had when he arrived in Dongdu this time, and his desire for gains and losses almost disappeared. At this moment, after he gave the courtesy, he talked about the news that he had found with the Duanxi stoneworker.

"Danxi, Guangdong produces good stones. The stonework carved into stone inkstones. In Lingnan, one place can often get ten thousand yuan. Therefore, the Prime Minister of Song returned from the position of Guangdong governor to worship the prime minister. The Duanxi mason Yang Zongwan wanted to promote the name of Duanshi, so he managed to follow him to Chang'an, and later he went to Dongdu. He thought that the stone inkstone was worth ten thousand yuan in Lingnan. When he arrived in the two capitals, things were rare and expensive, so he could always sell them at a better price. Who knew that pottery and porcelain inkstones were more popular among the two capitals. In addition, for the popular ink balls and ink snails, it was always not easy to use for stone inkstones. He wanted to ask for the reputation of the Prime Minister of Song. What a clean and honest person in Song was not willing to agree. Now he only got that little money, and he didn't even have enough travel expenses to return home. Now he is extremely embarrassed."

Hearing this, Du Shiyi suddenly began to ponder. After thinking about it, he spoke, "You go again and ask someone to come and see me."

Wu Jiu didn't expect Du Shiyi to see someone immediately, and was stunned. Knowing Du Shiyi's unquestionable temper, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and agreed and went immediately. After watching him leave, Du Shiyi turned around and returned to the house, found the pen, ink, paper and ink, and grinded the ink again, and finally held the scroll of paper in his hand, carefully recalling the book "Mo Jing" he copied before. After a while, he started writing on the scroll of paper. At first, it was very slow, but gradually, his pen quickly became faster. In the end, the dozens of pieces of paper that he had achieved were spread out flat on a high table and dried one by one. He was rubbing his wrists, and he heard a voice coming from behind: "What is this?"

Du Shiyi had just concentrated on the silence of the silence, and had long forgotten that there was a sleeping person in the room, and he didn't notice when the snoring disappeared. Looking back, he saw that Wang Wei was standing behind him and looking down at the papers, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He smiled and said, "This is the method of making ink in the book collection in his home. Today, I copied it out on a whim, intending to give it a try."

"Oh?" Wang Wei picked up the papers with interest, swept them through ten lines at a glance, especially one of the drawings, and finally rubbed his chin and said, "This method of making ink may really create good ink. It is impossible to say that in the future, in addition to Du Lang's books, there will be more Du Lang ink."

"Brother Wang, don't joke about me." Du Shiyi took back the papers casually, and then said with a smile, "In fact, the important thing is not in making ink, but in this ink kiln, and of course, the shape of ink. Now the most common ones on the market are ink balls and ink snails. What I want to make is ink ingots that are as square as many tribute ink. I just hope that after making it, it will be as hard as jade as this book says. Of course, it may not work just by talking about war on paper. Can Brother Wang know the ink craftsmen in the market?"

"There are some familiar ink craftsmen in Dongdu. But if the ink ingot is so hard, you can only grind inkstones in stone. Otherwise, if it were replaced with a pottery inkstone, it would probably be damaged and unbearable to use within a few years."

"It's Shiyan!"

Du Shiyi seemed to have not kept it, but Wang Wei's curiosity was really aroused by him. He didn't believe that Du Shiyi would really have a whim, so he sat cross-legged across from him. When he learned that Du Shiyi ordered someone to invite a Duanxi stone craftsman, he couldn't help but think about it. After a while, he asked uncertainly: "I remember that since I started my early years, I have just gradually moved into stone inkstones. It was not common in the Han, Wei, Jin and Sui Dynasty. Duanxi is far away in Guangdong and the journey is long. How could Duanxi stone craftsman come to Dongdu?"

"I don't know this. I just met Yazhai, which specializes in the four treasures of study in Nanshi City, and I paid attention to it for a while."

I don’t know if Yang Zongwan lived not far from Guanshanfang, or because Du Shisanniang and Zhuying were delayed in the Buddhist temple. In short, the master and maids had already invited him before. He was still wearing a brown coarse cloth clothes like before. When he entered the house, his face was a little nervous. He held the bag in front of him with both hands, and his eyes were slightly alert to Du Shiyi and Wang Wei. Until he recognized Du Shiyi was indeed the young man who said that his stone inkstone was just a soulmate in Yazhai. Wu Jiu was not lying to him. He was a little relaxed, but he held the bag and bowed his head to salute.

"I've met two husbands."

"Please sit down." Du Shiyi nodded and smiled. He knelt down in a hurry when he saw someone. He asked with a smile, "I was curious when I left Nanshi last time, so I asked the servants to find out your residence. Today I invited you to come. The stone inkstones I saw in Yazhai that day was quite extraordinary. Look at your burden, have you brought it?"

"Yes... no, I only brought the best one." Yang Zongwan nodded first, then shook his head in a hurry. Seeing that Du Shiyi was not offensive, he carefully untied the burden in his arms. Wang Wei looked at him with interest, and saw that the stone inkstone was pure and flawless, as if it was vaguely blue, clear and transparent, making people feel that it was not an ordinary person at first sight. In addition to the rectangular stone inkstone pool in the center, there were only a vigorous green pine carved above and square, and there were only a few cloud patterns carved above the green pine. At first glance, it looked simple, but when you looked, your eyes seemed to be attracted. The cloud patterns of the green pine were all following the patterns on the stone, as if they were not carved with swords, and they were completely natural.

"This thing seems to be not among the stone inkstones sold in Yazhai before?"

"Mr. Lang is right. This is the best stone inkstone I have obtained from Duanxi for so many years. The carving is even more meticulous, so I have never shown anyone." Speaking of this, Yang Zongwan smiled bitterly, "I thought Duan stone was sold too cheaply in Lingnan, but who knew that no one would care about it when he arrived in the north. After so long, only one square was sold... This stone inkstone was originally intended to be dedicated to the Prime Minister Song for a good reputation, but Song Prime Minister Song was honest and had no way to see him several times, but he was unwilling to take it out, selling it as cheaply as an ordinary stone inkstone. This time, because the Lord said that the Heshi Bi was brought by him, I just hoped that it could find a soulmate."

Duanxi masonry has quarried countless times, but he is still in poverty. He is trying hard to try whether he can make a breakthrough in the two capitals without relying on those merchants. Now it seems that he is thinking too simple!
Chapter completed!