The next day, Zhong Yue cooked some porridge.

Take out the calligraphy and paintings of my father and grandfather from the camphor wood box to see if there are any insects. Now, looking at his father's Ou style regular script and his grandfather's Weibei works, we can indeed see that the skills are very different. His father's Ou style has become perfect in the structure of the characters, but in terms of brushwork, Zhong Yue can still see that it is a little lacking in quality.

His grandfather's copying of Wei steles has already obtained the essence, and perhaps it was also inspired by the family-born stone tablet. He sorted out the calligraphy and took out the inferior painting. Now he has some painting skills and can see it very clearly that this painting not only looks inferior, but also looks inferior in terms of brushwork.

“Why is the question mark of estimated value?”

How could Zhong Yue touch his mouth? The system estimated that the Ming Dynasty idle seal was 50,000 yuan. If it were not for the Anhui seal carving, Li Xiaozhang Li would not have given a high price of 160,000 yuan. The subsequent Hailan Huanghuali was almost the same. The price given by the system was conservatively estimated, but what the hell is this painting without a guaranteed price?

Or was that the aunt really set up a condom to cheat money?

Zhong Yue thought about it for a while, but there was no solution, so he had to put the scroll back into the camphor wood box.

The porridge is ready.

White rice porridge has no characteristics, it is nothing more than adding a few drops of vegetable oil before cooking.

Zhong Yue added some fried mushrooms and pickled vegetables and drank a bowl of porridge. The advantage of life alone is that you don’t have to discuss what you eat and what you do. Just make your own decisions, but there are also disadvantages, that is, you have to make the rice by yourself and wash the bowl by yourself. Put the prepared things in your schoolbag, and Zhong Yue is about to leave for the city to participate in the competition.

Go out at 7:30 and take a bus to the city. You can get to the city at around 10:00. In this way, Zhong Yue can spend a lot of time before the competition at 10:00 in the afternoon.

"Xiao Yue, what are you doing?"

"Oh, go to the city."

“Is school started?”

Zhong Yue smiled, "It's almost done."

The villagers and fellow villagers were very familiar with each other. Zhong Yue was waiting for Zhou Daguang at the entrance of the village and was preparing to take a bus to the county. The weather was not very hot today, and the heat was gradually fading. In addition, it was cloudy today, Zhong Yue yawned and opened his eyes. When he saw Zhou Daguang's cart coming, he went up to meet him.

"Xiaoyue, get in the car."

Zhong Yue got into the car and said, "Didn't you delay running away with Brother Guang?"

"Where, I have to go to the county first anyway." Zhou Daguang stepped on the accelerator.

"Give."

"What."

"The scallion pancake made by your sister-in-law."

Zhong Yue said, "I've eaten it."

The scenery along the way is just right, and Zhong Yue is in a good mood today.

Take a bus at the long-distance bus station, and after another hour, I arrived in the city. Zhong Yue took a look and found it was still early, so he arrived at Pang Jun's Dexuanzhai.

"Oh, Zhong Yue, long time no see."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I'm spending summer vacation in the countryside." He took out a brocade box.

"What's this?"

"Brother Pang, how about this thing?"

Pang Jun opened the brocade box suspiciously, "Ink Ingo?"

"Um."

“No brand.”

"Um."

Pang Jun took a piece of inkstone and added some water, "I'm available."

"I'm giving you this ink ingot."

"So generous? It's not a bad product, right? Don't hurt me, Laokengshan Inkstone."

Zhong Yue sat on the chair next to him, took a wolf hair and played with it, "What am I going to do if I'm having fun?"

The ink ingot is grinded.

The fragrance of ink immediately dissipates.

Pang Jun showed a look of surprise on his face.

this……

Why is this ink fragrance so refreshing!

He couldn't help but leaned closer to smell it.

"What a shame!"

Just from the ink fragrance, some Pang Jun, who had been operating Bizhai for several years, could conclude that this ink ingot is definitely the best.

He picked up the pen beside him, soaked it slightly, and wrote a few strokes on rice paper.

"The ink ingot is purple and it is so crisp. Xiao Yue, where did you find it?" Pang Jun picked up the pen and wrote a few more strokes, "Well, I thought that adding so much spice would reduce the content of ink and glue, and would not achieve the writing effect. I didn't expect that the ink color was thick and bright, good, it was really good!"

Zhong Yue laughed in his heart, how could it be wrong? This was 100% copied by him according to the ancient formula, and unlike traditional yin drying, Zhong Yue used the system's rapid yin drying ink ingots to fully lock the smell of spices and achieve the best effect.

"Brother Pang, how much can this ink ingot be sold for if it is placed in your tillage?"

"Sell? You said you gave it to me, and you have used it. You can't sell it or buy it." Pang Jun happily put the ink ingot aside.

Zhong Yue said: ‘I’m asking, how much can an ink ingot like this be sold for?’

Pang Jun glared at his eyes, "How many do you have?"

“Uh… there are quite a few…”

"I want it all!"

Zhong Yue scratched his head, "How many pounds are there?"

"How many ingots are easy to say... Wait, what? How many pounds?" Pang Jun swallowed his saliva. When did the ink ingots count as the pound?

Based on the half tael of ink ingots he had, wouldn’t there be dozens of ingots?

"This kind of quality is already considered the best. It's a pity that there is no age or gold drawing, otherwise you can buy at least two thousand ingots with the quality."

Zhong Yue said: "If it is sold in your store, will it be sold?"

"It must be. Your ink ingot is so good, it is expensive and practical. If the price is around 1,000, there should be many calligraphers and painters."

"Then let me listen to you." Zhong Yue took out another brocade box, and there were more than a dozen ink ingots neatly placed inside.

Now it was Pang Jun's turn to be shocked.

"You really have it!"

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Otherwise? I'm going to play with you? If you don't accept it, I'll sell it to someone else." Now that I'm a little tight, I'm selling it to someone else. Zhong Yue is also very concerned about selling some made ink ingots to make extra money. After all, it's useless to stock up too much at home after it's made. It's not antiques and cultural relics, and it's impossible to appreciate.

"Don't, collect, collect!" Pang Jun came over, "Xiao Yue, you don't look like Lao Mo, do you have any channels?"

"how?"

Pang Jun said: "The quality of your ink is much better than that produced by those ink factories. If there is really a channel, let's get more goods. Now the market is blank, and the demand is constantly increasing!"

"Really or not?"

"What am I lying to you? Is it still unclear to the market for this industry? I have contacted several factories to collect ink now, but I can't receive good ink. In the past, the old factories now do not have good things like you. Not to mention the purple ink ingots, it's already thankful that it's not white."

Zhong Yue said: "Then we have to see how the market reflects it. As for the channels, keep it confidential."

"Hey, why are you doing so urgently? Let's talk about it."

"I have to go to the competition."
Chapter completed!