The old ink factory needs to make a new order today. After Zhong Yue arrived, he applied tung oil and lard on an iron pot and started burning oil to get cigarettes.

When taking ink, it is important to focus on the heat. If the fire is too small, the oil smoke will not evaporate easily, so it is difficult to remove it. If the fire is too big, the oil smoke will be taken out with a peculiar smell. Therefore, the grasp of the heat is the key to the quality of the ink. Zhong Yue’s most critical practice in the old ink factory for more than a month was this step. This is also the reason why Master Hu suggested that Zhong Yue buy the equipment. Using scientific fire control and temperature control is far more confident than experience.

Add the oil smoke I had taken before, and it was a full kilogram of fish glue, cowhide glue and some ingredients to the mixer. The originally transparent glue gradually mixed with the ink.

This is the second step in making ink.

Master Hu saw Zhong Yue who was meticulous and changed into the blue short-sleeved shirt when he was working, "Xiao Yue, are you so serious today?"

"I have been internship for more than a month, and I want to see how much I have learned." Zhong Yue turned off the mixer, took out the ink ball from the machine, placed it on the chopping board, and picked up the hammer and beat it hard.

Master Hu sat aside and saw Zhong Yue sweating profusely, and said, "Xiao Yue, I'll do it, you can rest for a while."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I'm not tired yet, Master Hu, how about this motuan?"

"Yeah." Master Hu pressed the ink ball on the chopping board, "Yes, the ink you took is qualified."

Zhong Yue hammered it for nearly an hour and tempered the ink ball from its original soft and loose state to become shiny.

He grabbed a ball from above and placed it on the scale beside him to weigh it. Each piece of ink had a fixed weight.

Then it rubbed into almost the same strips, put them into the mold, and compacted with wooden boards.

"Master Hu, it's done, how do you see?"

Old Hu, who was resting beside him, looked at the ink ingots on Zhong Yue’s table with admiration, “Yeah, it’s not bad. But it’s impossible to tell whether your ink ingot is qualified now. It will take at least half a year to see. Take it to the underworld and dry it.”

Zhong Yue handed the remaining ink ball to Master Hu and carefully walked towards the Yinfang with his own ink ingots.

"The system detected that the host made an ink ingot, did it take a quick dark drying?"

Zhong Yue was happy, is there such a good thing?

"The host can quickly dry the ink ingots ten times a day to achieve the achievement of the ink-making master."

"Fast dry!"

The ink ingot, which was originally a bit wet and soft on the wooden board, took off the excess moisture and oil in an instant.

Zhong Yue picked up the made ink ingot and flicked it with his hand, making a crisp sound like gold and stone. This was a crisp sound that was incomparable to ordinary inferior ink ingots.

"Drip! Is the finished ink ingot detected? Does the performance be detected?"

"Test." Zhong Yue stood in the dark room and replied excitedly.

"One square of two cents of heavy ink ingot is average, the material is average, the quality is intact, the practicality is medium, and the ornamentality is low."

When Zhong Yue heard the ornamentality, he felt a little sad. Oh no, he had known that he would have taken it out to trim the gold scribble first. Now the ink ingot in his hand is just a rough embryo.

He was too excited and took it directly for testing.

Testing has started now, and it is too late to regret it.

"The system comprehensive detection attributes meet the requirements of primary ink ingots."

Zhong Yueda breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he passed the exam...

Master Hu's voice came from outside the door, "Xiaoyue? Xiaoyue!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"I've been asking you for a long time, put in an ink ingot. What are you doing inside so hard?"

Zhong Yue placed the ink ingot on the bamboo board on one side, "Oh, here we come."

He walked out of the Yin Fang with some excitement. I wonder which master's drawing system will be awarded this randomly. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Master Hu, what's wrong?"

"Here, the wages Director Liu gave you."

Zhong Yue took the cowhide envelope and looked inside. It was one thousand two... The salary was really low.

When Lao Hu saw Zhong Yue looking unhappy, he took a sip of cigarette, "What? You think it's too little? The days you took leave for more than a month are almost as good as the days we took leave for a year. If it were an ordinary boss, you would have fired you long ago."

Zhong Yue took the envelope and smiled and said, "Isn't this nothing to do?"

"This thousand two is what Director Liu gave to you for his master's sake, otherwise it would be more than six or seven hundred."

Zhong Yue put the envelope in his pocket, "I have to thank Master Hu for your care over the past month."

"Don't be polite, you have saved me a lot of effort."

Zhong Yue smiled and walked out of the old ink factory. He has learned the technique of ink refining. It will take a long time to refine the ancient formula of 500 kilograms of oil intact.

The live competition of the City College Student Calligraphy Grand Prix is ​​approaching, and Zhong Yue is going home to prepare. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable. The original chemical ink is good to practice normally, but now it is better to use ink ingots to participate.

Zhong Yue took a car back home and couldn't wait to enter the system, wanting to see what kind of drawing system he had obtained.

Light spots flashed in the taskbar.

"After the production of the primary ink ingot, will the host receive the task reward?"

"receive."

A golden light flashed through the system, and the scroll slowly unfolded from the center.

Who will it be?

Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, or Qi Baishi?

Zhong Yue hasn't been so excited for a long time.

In the impression of the painter, Zhong Yue was all white and fluttering, and he looked like a fairy-like figure.

This is true for Qi Baishi, Huang Binhong, and Zhang Daqian.

Chinese painters, those masterpieces that have been passed down to this day, are mostly marked with the symbols of the old man.

However, when Zhong Yue entered the drawn method system formed, he was amazed by the person in front of him.

The boy put his hands in his sleeves.

The long gown is fluttering, looking full of energy.

Zhong Yue completed this novice mission 100%, which means that he has fully mastered the painter's brushwork.

Because he was too excited just now, Zhong Yue didn't even see which painter he was. However, seeing the man in front of him looked so young, was he an unknown painter?

"Hello, brother."

The boy looked even younger than Zhong Yue, and looked at him with a smile, "Hello."

"Your surname?"

The young man looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him and said, "I'm the king of the next generation and his name is Ximeng."

Zhong Yue took a breath of air conditioning.

Maybe the name is a little strange, but a painting appeared in his mind.

Over the past thousand years, the painting world has been surging. Among the top ten paintings of the history of Wei, Jin, Sui, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, there is a "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" hidden in the old palace and exhibited a few times.

Its author is Wang Ximeng.

This year's life is not eternal. At the age of prime, the young man who died early is the legendary painter Wang Ximeng!
Chapter completed!