Then he saw the tall and strong young man, who was as strong as an ox, with a ferocious face and a slut on his face, reaching into his arms.
Then he took out a book from his arms, raised his hand and threw it over, and it happened to land in front of the old master.
"???" The old master took a closer look, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of the pot.
Youzi picked up the book in disbelief and carefully read the two distinctive and easy-to-read Chinese characters on the cover.
"The Analects of Confucius? Tattoo this? Master, please stop joking, okay..."
I have lived for most of my life, and I have seen people tattooing poems, scriptures, and various patterns.
But I have never seen someone stabbing "The Analects of Confucius" on their body to play with it.
"Why, do you think Sajia is joking with you?!"
Tong Zhisheng, who had a bad temper, raised his eyebrows and shouted murderously.
"The Sa family just asked you, can I do it?!"
Seeing the murderous look of this young master who was as strong as an ox, the old master replied immediately.
"Do it, you must be able to do it. Don't worry, young master. Don't talk about tattooing the Analects of Confucius. Even if you let the villain tattoo all the Four Books and Five Classics, it will be no problem."
After hearing the old master's words, Tong Zhisheng's eyes lit up. Fortunately, he still had some brains to remember the reason why he tattooed "The Analects of Confucius".
"You can't use that much. The characters are too small for others to see clearly. How can the Sa family use it to bury people."
"???" Menying and the old master were both confused. It's really special that you can live for a long time and stab someone with this thing to kill someone?
"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and get ready to tattoo my brother Zhisheng."
"But Brother Zhisheng, in my opinion, if you want to achieve the effect of making people angry to death, it is best to divide the words tattooed on the body into different sizes..."
Now that his senior brother is away, Cai Laoliu finally feels that the time has come for him to show off his talents.
"Oh? Please tell me..."
Tong Zhisheng tilted his head and looked at the Qilin son of the Cai family. If it's good advice, it's worth listening to it.
"I think those scholars like to talk about benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust. In fact, one or two of them are very dirty in private, capricious and vicious, especially ruthless and ruthless..."
After Cai Laoliu first talked about his personal experience, he gritted his teeth and began to give suggestions.
Tong Zhisheng was listening very carefully to the various opinions of the sixth man. Perhaps he was missing a high-IQ brain to add a halo of wisdom here.
As a result, the two of them seemed to be chatting very speculatively at this moment, and they were extremely compatible.
The old master quickly prepared a set of tattooing tools and ink, and soon listened to the requests of the two people in front of him.
So he gritted his teeth and started splashing ink, first creating a rough rendering.
Under the guidance of these two men, I began to modify the size and position of the text on the picture until it satisfied the wishes of these two young masters.
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"..." Yang Jian couldn't help but look gloomy after reading today's news.
Ever since he knew that officials liked to secretly inquire about his beloved disciple, Yang Jian ordered the Imperial City Department to send someone to keep an eye on the young scholar every day.
In the past few days, the whereabouts of Xiao Gao No. 1 Scholar really made Yang Jian feel sore.
Every day, in addition to coming to the palace to meet the officials and brushing up on each other's favorability points, they would also go for a walk around the city, and then go to the Fan Tower to report.
Suppose this boy went to Fanlou to find a young lady with half-clothed clothes to look for flowers.
But it’s not easy to find anyone, but the ones you go to are Miss Shishi. Even if you stay there every day, you only leave for an hour or two.
I always only leave before dinner time, but the question is, one or two hours is enough to do a lot of things, okay?
Fortunately, the officials have not yet heard of this news. If they knew, haha...
After Yang Jian put this piece of news into his sleeve, he began to tap on the table with his fingers.
Are you using this information to sell a favor to Gao Zhang? Or should it be handed over directly to the officials?
When I thought about how favored Gao Zhang was among the officials, he was even more favored than him.
It was precisely for this reason that I had thought about getting close to Gao Zhang before.
But now, he has such a big handle in his hands, so why should he betray him?
After careful calculation, the corner of Yang Jian's mouth turned into a strange arc.
Since there is a chance to beat that talented boy to death with a stick, why don't you do it?
Miss Shishi, that is the favorite of the officials. The former poet Zhou Bangyan was famous all over the world and was highly favored by the officials.
Isn't it just because he touched this red line that he was directly relegated to the poor mountains and poor waters and lived in a shack.
If the official family knew that this boy was getting carried away during this period, and would dare to be his brother-in-law, haha...
"Xiao Gao, No. 1 Scholar, it's not that our family is cruel. If you want to blame it, it's because you can't control yourself.
At such a young age, you are already getting carried away with yourself. We give you a push because we hope you can understand that officials are not that easy to fool, and our family is not that..."
Yang Jian muttered quietly and patted his sleeves happily, having this thing.
No matter how talented Gao Zhang is, if our family wants to get rid of him, it is just a matter of pinching a snail with three fingers, which is extremely easy.
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Zichuan is not big, but it is not small either. The handicraft industry here is very prosperous, especially this area, which can be regarded as the most famous glass production and sales distribution center in the Song Dynasty.
It's a pity that in the Song Dynasty, people in the Song Dynasty had already understood the composition of glass jade, and the quality of glass jade itself was also a problem.
This has made glass a relatively niche product, but fortunately there is still a market for it, allowing these glass workshops in Zichuan to continue to survive.
It's just that everyone has the same idea, that is, to think of ways to burn this glass to look similar to jade.
It's a pity that this is originally an evil path, completely contrary to the nature of glass.
But it’s not that there aren’t glass workshops that have taken a different approach, like Old Man Xue, who runs a small glass workshop with his two sons.
The products produced by their glass workshop are somewhat different from other glass shops.
I am trying my best to make the glass more transparent and try to get closer to crystal products.
For this reason, Old Man Xue and his two sons not only improved the raw materials for firing, but also made efforts on fuel.
I wonder if one day we will be able to produce glass products that are exactly the same as crystal crafts.
It is precisely because of their ideas and concepts that the glass products they produce appear relatively transparent.
The important thing is that the craftsmanship of the three father and son is quite good, and many large workshops sometimes call him to make some customized glassware.
It was approaching noon that day. Mrs. Xue, who was in charge of guarding the shop, saw a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a bold gait walking into the shop...
(End of chapter)
