The setting sun shines in the evening and the dark wind comes. This is the most sleepy moment of the day. There is no place to go to, and you can fall asleep with your head touching your pillow. It is said that the Yue Kingdom is generous, and the elegant music is singing, Zheng Wei can also dance with a sword, but his value is too high. It is said that the proton of Wei Kingdom went to have fun and threw three thousand golds in two days but never met. Let's forget it.

In such hot days, young people can't stand it and have to rest early, let alone the old man. Gan Long is an alien. He is still a slutty study room, still sitting upright, pressing the bamboo slips with one hand and a carving knife in the other, and is writing his "Xiao Ji Lu".

‘The way of learning is to avoid oneself and hope, and if one is hopeful, one will extend. Therefore, we will govern by learning, and if one does not learn, one will lose. The way of being a country is to avoid oneself. Even if the Zhou rituals are not regained, it will still be successful. It is not possible for Confucianism and Mohism to do, but the Tao can be seen.’

After writing a paragraph, Lao Ganlong would read it from the beginning and smile with satisfaction. He was a practical practitioner who studied the art of governing the country. He wrote his academic experience and never despised the way of writing the Yin Fu Sutra of Lu Shang. How can ambiguous things be passed down from generation to generation to solve doubts? It is said that it is to make benevolent and wise people have a view, but it is just an empty and exaggerated thing. Lao Qin does not need those things.

When it comes to academic research, I didn't realize that the story that was circulated among the Qin nobles recently, the little girl selling flintstones? It's interesting that although Bai Dong told this story too briefly and did not conform to the style of our scholars and officials, it was quite reminiscent of it. It was also a serious method that was applied to the classics. I read it right. This guy is not a vulgar. Finally, one thing that will shock my Qin court again.

When I get old, I get old. After carving dozens of words, I feel a numbness in my wrist. I stop and turn my wrist a few times, and take a sip of the "Bai Family Tea" that has been popular in Liyang recently. I feel refreshed. Good thing, now a trend has formed in Liyang City. I feel embarrassed to call myself aristocrats if I don't drink tea. This trend is still gradually spreading to the six countries of Shandong. This kid, Gan Long, smiled unconsciously, was caused by Bai Dong's trouble. Now there are no tea leaves sold in the medicine shop. Fortunately, it is just a supplementary item, otherwise it will be a big mess.

"Father, the baby is back"

"Come in." Looking at Gan Sheng, who was obviously not good at studying literature but was a good at doing business, Old Gan Long sighed inwardly: "Have you seen that boy?"

"As my father expected, the purchase of large-scale yam shops was exactly what Bai Dong meant. He wanted to show off his strength in Liyangguan City."

"Well, actually, it's a waste of asking. With that boy's surname, it would be a waste if he didn't do business. Why? He also wanted to open a tea shop?" The tofu from the yam family has not been placed in the eyes of old Ganlong, and it's just a coarse food. How could he be more tea than tea that is born with the character of a scholar-official? If you guess correctly, Bai Dong must have made a big profit with the "Bai Family Tea". This kid is clever and changeable, but he is very greedy for money. How can he not see such a big advantage?

"Uh, my father guessed that Bai Dong had bought a shop for yam, but he never thought about selling tea. He also said that there were too many businesses in the world, how could the Bai family take over them all. The child was stupid, and he couldn't guess what he was going to do. He bought more than ten or twenty shops, but he stayed in the ancestral hall all day long as a husband, a child from the Enlightenment tribe, etc. The child understood! What kind of business would have to buy so many shops? Most of the time, he wanted to open a Nu Lu Pavilion! This is the most profitable business; the child heard that there is a generous Yue Kingdom in the Nu Lu Pavilion, who can play elegant music and dance swords. When the movement of the move shocked the world, she would have to occupy the whole yard. If Bai Dong introduced such people from all over the country, it would be reasonable to buy more than a dozen shops."

"Bah! Are you getting stupider and stupider, opening a Nulu Pavilion? Who are you a Baidong? He is also a nobleman of the seventh-class high-ranking title! Who are the people who open Nulu Pavilions in various countries in the world? They are all low-ranking cunts from pure business families. How many Fan Li do you think there are in the world, and they can bring beauty to their elderly care after achieving their careers?"

Old Ganlong glared at his son with a grudge: "Don't speculate on yourself. I told you for your father that those who criticize will suffer great difficulties. Remember, remember!"

"No, my son has written it down."

Gan Sheng felt more uncomfortable in front of his father than in the sun. He hurriedly wiped his sweat and took out the ink and inkstone given by Bai Dong: "Father, Bai Dong made a new 'tork glue rosin ink', saying that it can be used as you want. The ink color is pure and not easy to fade. You might as well try it. If it is really as good as he said, my father would not have to write it hard every time."

"Let's forget it, Zhu Shuli said, where should I use such a quick thing?"

"What I tried by my child is really a good thing. The ink is fragrant and it is exactly like my father's character. I'll show you."

Gan Sheng happily placed the inkstone on the desk, poured some clear water inside, held the ink block with one hand and raised the sleeve with the other. The fat man actually showed a bit of elegance.

Gan Long's eyes lit up. This set of ink grinding actions was extracted by Bai Dong's collection of various costume TV series in later generations. The hand holding the ink is the method of holding the pen after passing through the brush. It is like an orchid palm, and the hand lifting the sleeve is empty and outward. The combination of the two hands is based on the way of square and round. This posture is the most lethal to scholars, and it would be strange if the old man doesn't like it.

The inkstone made by Bai Dong is actually a relatively rigorous hollow blue brick. The corners are trimmed into the shape of an inkstone. After being finely ground, they can barely be used, but they simply cannot meet the standards of famous inkstones in later generations. However, the most wonderful thing in life is when you first meet. As the ink pieces rotate, the clear water gradually turns into rosin-scented ink. With Gan Long's cultivation, he also became childlike. He snatched the ink pieces and said, "Let me come as my father, this matter is a bit elegant and wonderful."

Soon after, the inkstone was covered with shiny black ink. I looked at the ink color carefully and smelled the ink fragrance. Old Ganlong smiled. He took a fragrant wood pen on the shelf, tried to dip it in the ink, and wrote a word on the empty slip. He saw that the ink color was deep and thick and light, and soon oozed into the bamboo strips that had been worn over the skin. He tried to touch the word with his hands. There was no trace of ink on his fingers. He suddenly laughed: "Good ink, good ink! This kid is really a genius. Such fragrant ink is just in line with the elegance of our scholars! Sheng'er, what's the name of this ink?"

"I heard from Bai Dong that this is the best ink, but before the name of the product was engraved, its name is 'Mo Yun Piaoxiang'"

"The fragrance of ink is not bad, it's just a frivolous and frivolous one. Such a treasure of the literary family should be more solemn."

The happy old Gan Long pondered for a moment before saying, "Just change a word, called 'Ink Yun Liu Xiang'. Gan Sheng quickly tell Bai Dong that this art treasure is also a treasure, and you must not have the wrong name. By the way, I wrote the title of ink, and that kid is embarrassed to bear it for nothing, right? Just ask for more, just a few dozen yuan, and it is not too much for hundreds of yuan. I like it, Sheng, you did a good job this time!"

"No! The child will go to the Bai family now. Otherwise, he will buy it. Who will make his father like it?"

Gan Sheng was so happy that it was the first time that he had been praised by his father so much as he grew up.
Chapter completed!