Popular peasant wife: mountain man lacks training

Chapter 240 Another slap in the face, you are my lucky star

Lu Nanchuan found a sufficient reason for his abnormality tonight, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was so.

However, if he didn't like it, such an idea flashed across Lu Nanchuan's mind, and he immediately discarded this unreliable idea.

The night is still very long.

After dawn, it's a new day.

Lu Nanchuan had previously gone up the mountain to pick many kinds of branches, but now he was a little embarrassed. In his memory, there were two kinds of raw materials for making ink, mainly pine smoke ink and lampblack ink.

Leaving aside oil fume and ink, the price is too high, and the cost required is even more. It is not suitable for my current experimental production at all, and only pine wood can be used.

But the ink-making methods I know are all obtained from books, and there are even only formulas, and there is no ratio of various materials used for ink-making.

He put all the cut wood in the yard, but he didn't know what to do with it.

"Sangsang, how do you think you can get enough soot?"

Lu Nanchuan had a sad face. The other kinds of wood were the victims of his own experiments, so he didn't need to care about it, but pine wood was not, and it couldn't be wasted.

Seeing him asking this question, Geng Sang thought for a while and asked hesitantly, "Are you planning to use it to make ink?"

"Eh? Sangsang, you know?" Lu Nanchuan looked at her curiously.

Geng Sang didn't expect that he really guessed right, and said, "I don't know, I originally thought that you came back from cutting so many branches to experiment with how to burn charcoal. After all, there is no technical difficulty. He actually planned to make ink by himself."

An ancient book says, "One tael of ink and one tael of gold".

They are all of the best quality ink, but judging from the ink sticks that Lu Nanchuan bought at the Shumo Pavilion in the town last time, it is considered to be the lowest quality ink, and it cost two hundred pennies.

If the process of making ink can be easily explored, then it is impossible to buy ink sticks that are so expensive.

Obviously, Geng Sang didn't believe that Lu Nanchuan could make usable ink sticks. It's not as simple as imagined.

Just like before when Lu Nanchuan tried to make paper, Geng Sang was able to firmly believe that he could do it. That's because papermaking is not a very secret craft, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to use toilet paper.

"Sangsang, you have to learn to trust me. You have to know that as long as I, Lu Nanchuan, make up my mind, there is nothing I can't do in this world as long as I want to do it."

Lu Nanchuan raised his eyebrows and said confidently.

Ah!What a big tone.

"Then why do you still come to ask me how to get the soot?" Geng Sang sarcastically said unconvinced.

Lu Nanchuan touched his chin, this fact is really a slap in the face.

"There is soot on the bottom of our pots, and the oil lamp you lighted can also get out soot if you put a plate on it." Geng Sang said angrily.

After Lu Nanchuan listened, a bright light gradually appeared in his eyes. Fortunately, Sangsang reminded him, otherwise he would have forgotten one important thing, that is to use the bamboo shed to get cigarettes.

"Sangsang, sure enough, sometimes, many things still depend on life experience, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't think of chimneys.

Thank you so much for bringing me one step closer to success, you are my lucky star. "

Lu Nanchuan looked at Geng Sang excitedly, if it wasn't for the difference between men and women, he wished he could go up to her and give her a big hug.

　Brother Chuan said that he didn't like Sangsang, so he asked you if you believed it. He was duplicity, well, his heart was also blind, and he didn't know whether he liked it or not.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)