Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 379: Noisy

Since the land regarded Ji Yuan as an ordinary person passing by, Ji Yuan did not tell the truth and walked slowly along the river, like an elegant scholar admiring the scenery, but the corner of his eyes was still watching the land. trends.

Looking at the land, it looks stooped and shorter than ordinary people. Although it has the appearance of a human body, it is probably not the kind of land where people become ghosts and gods after death.

There are often several types of spirits in the earth, and their body shapes always tend to look like this. As far as Ji Yuan knows, at least 30% of the earth's masters are cultivated by these types of spirits.

The tugong in front has been immersed in his own world, unaware that he is being followed by a person whose cultivation level is much higher than his own.

I kept walking along the river and saw ink stains flowing in the river. The landowner used his long crutch to lift into the water and brought up a stream. Then he took it into his hand and got closer to look and smell it. I even ordered it and put it in my mouth to taste.

"No, there's no smell. Isn't that what it is? Did I find the wrong one again?"

The Earth God poured a handful of water into the river, then hesitated for a moment before continuing to walk upstream.

It was obvious that he was looking for something. Ji Yuan was also a little curious. He had also thought about whether the target he was looking for was the same as himself. If it was the same target, Ji Yuan would not be in a hurry to find those words. We have to see what happened to make the land look like this.

Although this earth **** is short in stature, his movements are really not slow. After all, he is the earth **** who is connected to the earth's veins. He steps on the land under his jurisdiction very quickly.

Occasionally, he will disappear directly into the soil, and then appear in the distance and then look around and explore. If Ji Yuan is not a capable person, ordinary people will definitely miss him.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Tu Tu Gong made a huge circle around, inspecting many lands along the way, and then arrived at a large workshop built by the water.

When we arrived here, the fragrance of ink in the air became much stronger, and the river water next to the workshop would appear semi-dark from time to time. It was obvious that this was a workshop that produced "original ink".

Yuanmo is the signature treasure of Moyuan County in the Tingliang Kingdom. Ji Yuan knew that an authentic piece of "Yuanmo" could be sold at a high price in Dazhen. Literati and scholars were eager to own it, but not everyone could buy it. .

This is mainly because although Dazhen and Tingliang have a border, they are separated by the stretching Tingqiu Mountain. Tingqiu Mountain is not only steep and rugged, but also filled with poisonous insects and beasts. It would be more stable for Yue State to turn to Tingliang State by taking this road.

Although the diplomatic relations between Dazhen and Tingliang are good, trade is so difficult that "Yuanmo" is hard to find. It is extremely valuable in Dazhen. A piece of high-quality Yuanmo is comparable to the same weight of silver. , is a first-class scribe's luxury product.

Of course, the exquisite and gorgeous wooden carvings and lacquered tribute objects from Dazhen Ning'an County are also extremely valuable in other countries, and the older the objects, the more popular they are.

For example, Ji Yuan’s original yellow flower wood pen holder was made by an authentic old craftsman from Ning’an County. It cost more than 200 yuan back then. Today, a twenty-year-old pen holder like this is now placed in places like Tingliang Kingdom and Tianbao Kingdom. It can also be sold for sky-high prices.

This kind of thought flashed through Ji Yuan's mind, mainly because he saw the place where this source of ink was produced. As a person who also likes to use pen and ink, he would also be a little itchy.

‘Now that we have arrived in Moyuan County, if it is suitable, we should get a few pieces of Yuanmo for use. ’

Similar to Ning'an County's desk-made ink, Moyuan County's source ink is carefully made, and the top quality of it has the energy and spirit of the maker poured into it. There is a pious spirit in it, at least in Jiyuan. It seems so.

When this kind of thing falls into the hands of Ji Yuan, he will also recognize its value, and it can even bring out that special mystery when used.

There were constant noises from the workshop, and it was obvious that they were engaged in the production of ink sticks and ingots. The Lord of the Land also slowed down after he arrived.

The entire workshop has about a dozen rooms of various sizes, as well as a large area of ​​open space in front and back. The ink makers are carrying raw materials, changing tools, changing tools, and are busy in and out of the workshop.

Tudigong did not go to those crowded places, but after walking around the workshop a few times, he arrived outside a very large room and stared at the place in front of the door for a long time.

"Haha, it seems we can make some progress today."

He stretched out his hand to the focus of his sight, touched a little ink stain from the door, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, a smile appeared on the earthly man's face.

Ji Yuan was already nearby, still just watching from a distance.

With his extraordinary hearing, Ji Yuan knew that there were actually no workers busy in the large room where the Tudong Office stayed. There were several rooms like this that were relatively large but had no one inside.

The roof of this house is very thick, and there are many thick straw mat curtains and wooden layers outside. Even two old quilts are illuminated on the door. Just looking at it gives people a very "warm" feeling in the house. .

The Tuigong looked around habitually, and then punched the ground twice with his crutch. His figure turned into a wisp of smoke and escaped into the ground. Just like this, Ji Yuan estimated that he was definitely not gone, but Entered the house.

In this case, Ji Yuan simply jumped over the outside of the workshop and got close to the outside of the room. However, he did not go in immediately, but listened outside, and at the same time his eyes were wide open.

Before I heard anything, two workers came over carrying a wooden box covered with cloth. There was a good smell of ink floating in the box. It was obviously Yuanmo. And the quality is not low.

"You go and open the door, I'll carry it."

"Okay!"

One of the workers ran to the door, lifted the quilt, opened the latch, and then pushed open the heavy door with a pivoting sound of "squeaking...".

As soon as the door was opened, a stronger aroma of ink came out from the room.

"Let's go and dry it quickly, put it on a shelf."

Except for the light at the door, there were only two small windows in the room that could let in a little light, making it look very dark. The two of them hurried into the deepest part of the room, almost touching the walls.

Then he took out the ink sticks and ink strips from the wooden box little by little and put them on the shelf. It was obvious that this was a room specially used to dry ink.

Yuan ink needs to be dried after being formed. It has extremely strict temperature requirements and cannot be exposed to direct sunlight. In addition to the good materials, it is the excellence in every link that makes Yuan ink so rare.

"Huh? Why are there so many missing?"

"Yes! In the first-class area of ​​​​this room, weren't there at least two hundred high-quality ink ingots dried before? Why, it feels like almost half of them are missing? Has someone from the owner come to pick up the goods?"

One person was confused and even a little panicked. If it was lost, it would be a big loss and the owner would be furious.

"Well, I don't know this, but, the ink here hasn't dried completely yet. Even after it has dried, it still has to be edged, washed and filled with gold!"

"Oops, I heard that many ink shops in the county have been robbed recently, and the thieves stole high-quality ink ingots. Is it possible that we are also a thief?"

"Ah? This! But we just came here half an hour ago, and there was no shortage of meetings there. There were so many people in Mofang, but no one came in, and weren't there some masters of martial arts in the place... …”

"We can't make the decision on this matter, go and inform our boss!"

"Let's go, let's go..."

The two ink makers hurried out of the house anxiously and ran towards the house in front of the ink shop. As they left, the figure of the Earth God also rose from the indoor floor.

The Earth God grabbed the crutches, his rickety figure raised his head and glanced around.

"Humph! You little thieves must be here to steal ink ingots. Why don't you show up and capture them? If you can tell me one, two, three, what will happen to them?" ”

The Earth God called out and saw no movement. He sneered and hit the ground lightly with his crutch.

"Boom..."

The sound spread throughout the room, and a faint yellow light flashed along with the sound.

Suddenly, even Ji Yuan outside the house felt that the whole house was "heavy". In Fa's eyes, the house was covered with a light layer of earthy yellow, and it seemed as solid as the earth.

Lu Di’s questioning voice echoed in the house, but no other sound came out. But at this moment, even if Lu Di didn’t notice any abnormal aura at all, he concluded that there was a problem here based on the words of the two previous ink makers.

"Little thief, if you don't come out, I will burn this house down. Let me see if you can withstand the fire!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it had a miraculous effect. Immediately, a burst of noises of "baaaaaaah" came from every corner of the house, and among them, there were also high-pitched curses that sounded towards the ground. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

"You little old man, if you dare to do this, our elders will beat you to death and your soul will be shattered if we find out!"

"That's right, you are a dead old man, you are just a small land, we, we are not afraid of you!"

"Yes, I'm not afraid!" "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

"Yes, yes, don't be afraid!" "Let us out quickly."

"Let us out, and we will go and complain to the great master!"

"But where is the eldest man?" "The eldest man is going north!"

"No, it's going west!" "No, it's going north!"

"Beep, babble..." "Wow, ya..."

For a while, the room was noisy and chaotic...

The Earth God looked surprised. He thought there was only one or at most two spirits, but unexpectedly there seemed to be a large group.

"Hmph! I don't know who your eldest master is, and I don't know if you are really not afraid of me, but it seems that you are afraid of fire. If you don't catch me without restraint, I will burn you!"

The Tudigong snorted coldly, and the crutch hit the ground again with two "dong dong..." sounds. For a moment, the room began to vibrate with "rumble, rumble...", as if there was an earthquake, and the ink ingots on the shelf fell one after another. ground, then submerged into the floor.

The Lord of the Land knows very well that this house is not valuable. What is valuable is the ink. As long as the ink ingots are there, the owner of the ink shop will not lose much if the house is burned down.

"I can take action if you don't come out again."

A flame appeared on the earth god's crutch, causing the chatter in the room to suddenly quiet down. Then it became even noisier, with curses, shouts and discussions, making it even more lively than a vegetable market.