After arriving at Huangshan Airport, Tang Huairen also asked his family to drive a car. In Huangshan City, their family also opened a shop, mainly producing ink at home, supplemented by other four treasures of the study.

Their family has always adhered to tradition. The ink produced is destined to be of quality. Many people will order goods in advance and open a store in Huangshan to facilitate some people to pick up the goods.

After getting into the car, Tang Huairen asked with a smile: "Lao Lin, Xiaoyu, come to Huangshan. Do you want to go directly to my house now, or stay here for two days, climb Huangshan and see the scenery."

Nie Wenshan shook his head without hesitation, "I haven't been to Huangshan for ten times, and there have been seven or eight times. Now I'm old and I still have to climb Huangshan. You're going to make us die."

Then, his eyes saw Zhou Yu and continued, "Xiaoyu, if you are interested, we can stay here for two days to let you climb the mountain."

"Old Nie, you don't have to accompany me. Now you'd better go to Mr. Tang's house first. It's only half an hour from here to She County. If you have time, I will come to Huangshan by myself, climb the mountain once, and go back the next day." Zhou Yu shook his head. He had also come to Huangshan with his classmates before, but due to time issues, he did not stay on the mountain to watch the sunrise, but watched some scenery and came down.

If you travel slowly in the entire Huangshan Scenic Area, it will take at least two or three days. If you just climb the mountain, the time will be much shorter. If you want to climb the mountain, in addition to watching the scenery, the most important thing is to write a calligraphy in the sunrise at the top of Huangshan Mountain. I believe that the righteousness you will absorb should be much more than on the ground.

Lin Xiuyuan laughed and scolded: "Old man Nie, your body is really useless. Even climbing Huangshan is like fighting hard, and it's simply helpless."

"Hehe, Lao Lin, it's useless to provoke me. If I was young, I would have climbed to the top of the mountain without breathing. Now it's different from before. In addition to the large number of people, our bodies are getting older. Isn't it a burden to climb the mountain with Xiaoyu?" Nie Wenshan also smiled indifferently.

"Don't, you guys are not old, maybe I'm still a burden." Zhou Yu smiled and said jokingly. With his current physical fitness, this is indeed a joke.

Others climbing the mountain seemed to be so tired that their legs were weak. In the face of his strong physical fitness, they could be said to be walking on flat ground. If they use all their strength, they could fly and jump up the mountain just like light skills.

After a joke, Tang Huairen smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to my house first. As Xiaoyu said, Huangshan is only half an hour away from She County. When he takes time, he will come to climb the mountain in the afternoon and watch the sunrise the next day, and you can come back directly."

After more than half an hour, everyone arrived in Shexian in a car. Along the way, they saw some beautiful scenery on the road and the quaint buildings. Since the establishment of the Qin Dynasty, Shexian has basically been the location of the county and prefectures in various dynasties. It can be said that it is the political, economic and cultural center of ancient Huizhou.

When Zhou Yu came to Huangshan for a trip, she also visited She County, but he had probably visited it for a while and did not go to see it in detail. The scenery and culture along the way were only a small part of She County.

"At noon, go to my house for a while, have a meal, and then go to the ink making workshop in the afternoon." Tang Huairen said to everyone, and then asked the driver to go directly to the house.

Hearing this, Xu Minghua smiled and pointed at Tang Huairen and said, "You always said that I had a courtyard house in Tianjin, and I was a big tyrant. In fact, this guy, Lao Tang, is a real tyrant. In some scenic spots in She County, there are several courtyards and a house built on the hillside. The scenery is as beautiful as a painting."

Tang Huairen couldn't help laughing, "Haha, these houses of mine are not as good as the courtyard houses in Tianjing. After all, it's under the feet of the emperor, and every inch of land is worth every inch of money."

"Old Tang said it right. Old Man Xu cannot divert his hatred. A Tianjing Siheyuan is worth a few buildings in other cities." Nie Wenshan looked like he was fighting against local tyrants and divided the land.

While laughing and making fun, everyone came to a house in the suburbs of the county. In fact, Tang Huairen had several houses in the county town, and even in the ancient city area. However, too many tourists were traveling, which was not as pure as the houses in the suburbs.

"Old man, you are back." When he came to the courtyard, a middle-aged man hurriedly came over, looking like he was the housekeeper of the house.

"Well, please send me a message to Master Sun in the shop and ask him to prepare some excellent Huangshan pine wood, bone glue and other materials, all of which are the best. I will use it in the afternoon." Tang Huairen nodded slightly and then explained.

At this time, Xu Minghua showed a hint of surprise on his face, "Old Tang, you can just leave it to the master in the workshop. You are planning to take action yourself."

"Of course, Xiaoyu took out a precious thing like ink grass juice. How could I not do it myself? This way, you can also watch the whole process." Tang Huairen looked as if he was taken for granted.

Lin Xiuyuan smiled, "The best Huangshan pine wood, Lao Tang really wants to make the best ink." Then, he explained to Zhou Yu again.

Before the Song Dynasty, it was always the world of pine and smoke ink. The smoke from the above-mentioned good Huangshan pine wood was processed into ink ingots for writing, but there were too many raw materials needed for pine and smoke ink. Later, due to excessive pine trees, the resources were reduced. In the Song Dynasty, the ink-making industry began to collect the smoke produced when oil burned as raw materials for ink making.

In modern times, most of the ink making industry use tung oil to refine smoke, that is, tung oil pressed from the fruits of tung trees, but pine smoke ink has been made. Of course, since pine trees are prohibited from cutting down pine trees in Huangshan, most of the used are branches of Huangshan pine trees, and pine trees in other places.

As a great ink-making family with a long history, the Tang family also hoarded some Huangshan pine wood before, and only used it when making high-quality pine and smoke ink. At other times, the pine branches were used.

After listening to Lin Xiuyuan's introduction, Zhou Yu couldn't help but nodded. This was a knowledge he had never learned before. "Old Tang, it seems that he has made a lot of money this time. I must use the pine smoke ink made from Huangshan pine wood."

"Haha, how simple it is. I'll get you two pieces later. As for the ink that you want to make in the afternoon with ink juice, if you want to use it, you probably have to wait until next year." Tang Huairen laughed and waved his hand indifferently.

"Hehe, thank you Mr. Tang." Zhou Yu said with a smile. Generally speaking, more people use oil smoke ink now, which is very suitable for calligraphy and painting creation. Some people use pine smoke ink, but the quantity is smaller, because the good pine smoke ink made of Huangshan pine wood is very rare.

Nie Wenshan shook his head and sighed in a pretentious manner, "It turns out that if you have milk, you are the mother. We asked Huangshan pine and smoke ink that we gave for a long time before. Now, Old Man Tang has given Xiaoyu two pieces directly. People's hearts are not old."

"Old man Nie, if you tell lies like this, you will have no share of the ink made from ink grass juice in the future." Tang Huairen pointed at Nie Wenshan and cursed.

Xu Minghua couldn't help laughing at this time, "Haha, Lao Nie, you still dare to find trouble for Lao Tang now. If we all use this kind of ink, you will be useless, that would be very funny."

"Don't interfere, Lao Tang, we have been friends for many years. We were just kidding just now." At this time, Nie Wenshan also waved his hand and said, which attracted everyone's laughter.

Next, everyone had lunch in the house, steamed some spiritual rice and drank some fairy fruit wine. Before going to Tianjing, in addition to bringing some spiritual rice and fairy fruit wine to Song Yaojun, some were also left behind.

After dinner, Tang Huairen took everyone to the ink making workshop. This workshop is not far from the house where they are now. It is at the foot of a mountain, leaning against the green mountains and clear waters. It is better to say that a factory is more vivid than a workshop. There is a sign at the door with the Tang Dynasty Ink Shop.

According to the introduction of Tang Huairen and others, Zhou Yu also knew the scale of this ink factory, which can be said to be a bit amazing. It has more than 100 employees, not only producing Hui ink, but also calligraphy, painting and ink, as well as Wenyuan boxes. It can be said to be a famous ink manufacturing factory in the country.

They drove the car to the gate, and Tang Huairen greeted the old guard. The old man stood up excitedly and opened the gate, "Master Tang, you are here, please come in quickly, please come in quickly."

"Lao Yu, I'll chat with you later." Tang Huairen smiled and waved his hand, directing the car to enter the factory.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Tang Huairen took them to the ink making workshop. No one came to welcome them along the way. This was what he asked. The entire factory did not engage in formalism and devoted all his heart to the production of ink making.

After entering the ink making workshop, I was busy and busy. The space was filled with the smell of ink and Chinese medicine. The entire workshop was covered with darkness everywhere, and the clothes of some ink making workers were also dark.

A worker in the workshop saw them and hurriedly shouted: "Master Sun, Mr. Tang is here."

A middle-aged man, covered in darkness, walked over quickly after hearing this, "Old Tang, you can ask someone to come here at any time. Don't come here in person, the workshop is dirty."

"Haha, Xiaosun, you are burying me. I have been learning to make ink with my father since I was a child. I have been staying in this workshop for decades. Now I have changed my clothes and can't get in." Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Tang Huairen laughed.

Their ink making technology was passed down from generation to generation, and it was only in his generation that the factory was built and many employees were recruited.

"How can I do it? I have also taught you this skill." The middle-aged man surnamed Sun waved his hand quickly, "By the way, you always ask me to prepare Huangshan pine wood and other good materials. Are you preparing to make a batch of fine ink? I'll let you do it now."

Tang Huairen smiled and waved his hand, "No need, I will make this batch of ink, so I will only make twenty or thirty ingots first, and I will talk about the others later."

Although it takes a long time to dry, after the production is completed, the quality of the ink can be judged by the quality and smell of the ink.

"Old Tang, I, the apprentice, cannot let you do it yourself, so I'd better leave it to me." Master Sun shook his head quickly. Even if this batch of gifts were national gifts, it was not worth Tang Huairen's own operation.

"Haha, this batch of ink is different. I need to test a new raw material, so I have to do it myself to be at ease." Tang Huairen shook his head. However, there is no possibility of any mistake in the ink grass juice.

Master Sun showed a look of surprise on his face, "What raw materials do you always want to add? I can completely control it."

The ink making industry has developed to this point, and he has tried all the raw materials that can be tried, but a slight change is OK. Even if there are some small changes, it is very difficult. In the past, he was responsible for the experiment.

"No, this is a new raw material. I'll test it myself. Xiao Sun, go and do your business." Tang Huairen waved his hand. The first few tasks of ink making are very important. Smoke refining and glue are the key to determining the quality of ink.

Ink grass juice, a material that has never appeared before, can make the ink produced better. This may open a new era of ink making, so he naturally has to be careful.

Then, Tang Huairen and others entered the workshop and put on a layer of clothes outside. In the early stage of ink making, they would wear ink on their bodies casually. Some of the workers in the workshop here had a layer of ink on their faces.

"Okay, Mr. Tang, when will you refine smoke? I will let you move the pine wood to you." Master Sun saw Tang Huairen so persistent, so he nodded and said.

"No need now, I'll go to refine some oil smoke inside first." Tang Huairen smiled and shook his head. Both Songyan Mo and Oil Yan Mo are going to be tested. Now let's refine oil smoke first.

Zhou Yu and others followed Tang Huairen to the smoke-refining room in the workshop. As soon as they entered, the room was covered in smoke and looked airtight. The walls in the room were even darker.

Some special grooves were built in the room, with some strange-shaped objects inside, with a long tube hanging on it, and a lit oil lamp below.

According to the introduction of Tang Huairen and others, this is also known about the function of these things. The bowl contains tung oil, and the tubular object on it is a collection tube. After the tung oil is not completely burned, the rising smoke is recycled by the collection tube and becomes small black particles that can be used for ink making.
Chapter completed!