Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

Chapter 43: The Real Man Tries To Save The Rice Paper

But the reason why it is interesting is that the whole pot is pinched by hand inside and out, and it is covered with fingerprints.

Different from ordinary fingerprints, this fingerprint looks twisted and swept...

In short, the fingerprints are ever-changing on it, without deliberate, and completely retain the traces of pinching the pot.

On the bottom of the teapot, the word "Gongchun" is roughly engraved.

"Fingerprints are like a hundred flowers blooming, and the mud is fine red mud, which is also in line with the word for spring..."

With such craftsmanship, it is just a powerful craftsman.

But it is a master who can make a utensil so connotative and elegant.

He didn't believe that this peasant boy from the lower world was an orphan.

How could an orphan have such cultivation and skill?

There must be a secret in this man...

But if it is a secret, it should be hidden and not revealed.

So right now, what this person hides is a story.

"This room is also good. It's so hot during the day, and it's cool inside. If it's cold at night, it should be warm."

There is a specialization in the art industry, so it's nothing more than being able to make utensils, and you can build such a good house!

Last time he came, he didn't come in to take a look, which was really a big loss.

Fortunately, it's not too late to come in now, as if really entering a cave.

"That paper..."

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the rice paper placed beside him to read.

Seeing this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Neither thin nor thick, crystal clear, shiny and white but not bright white and pale, slightly yellowish.

It's like rice grains, and it's like the white membrane on the outside of insect eggs.

"It's so delicate, how can it be so delicate?!"

Huai Kui felt ashamed.

When he asked at the door just now, he deliberately pointed out one or two things, but he didn't think that he was the real master.

The fineness of this paper has far exceeded that of all spirit farmers in the Lower Realm and other fairy villages.

This is what is really worth a thousand dollars!

He took a deep breath, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was...

But when he looked up, he saw that all the window lattices were empty and there was no paper.

"Ah this..."

He understood that An Jia's words were not false, they were true, and he really wanted to paste these papers on the window!

What a waste!

If this kind of paper is taken out, those real people must not snap it up?

Who would be willing to use it to paste windows, such a waste...

wrong!

He thought through An Jia's words, and immediately understood that there was a more wasteful way.

When he thought of using it for marinating, his heart ached so much that his body twitched.

No, he had to find a way to save the paper.

However, looking at the house again, he found what he was trying to save...

It is too much.

An Jia carried a large basket of various medicinal fruits in a bamboo basket, put them outside the door, and walked in.

Huai Kui also "just in time" walked out.

"Master Huai Kui, everything is ready."

"Your paper is fine, I lack some for books..."

"You have to take it, I have sold 650 sheets in this batch. If it is used for calligraphy and painting, each sheet can be cut into two sheets. That is 1,300 sheets. If you want, you can take a knife for this big sheet go."

One knife is one hundred sheets of standard four-foot paper.

That is, fifty sheets of these large sheets of paper.

Six hundred and fifty tickets, just give fifty, which is a bit stingy.

It was given as a gift, and they didn't want anything. Huaikui has a thin skin and knows how to ask for it.

He thought for a while and said, "When I do things with Huai Kui, I have always owed nothing to anyone. Every yard is worth every penny."

"Yes yes yes, I know, if it's possible... How about giving me some pens, ink and inkstones?"

An Jia bowed her head and bowed her knees.

In fact, I don't want to in my heart, but anyone who has been in the workplace knows some rules.

What's more, although the workplace is busy, everyone can talk easily.

where is this

This is the land of Qingyunmen.

There are distinct classes, immortals, spiritual farmers, commoners from the lower world, slaves and livestock, and the four classes are strict.

The first level of government officials still crushes people to death, let alone this world where class is strict and power is king?

An Jia has to be respectful even when facing spirit officials, let alone real people.

Fortunately, he stated the conditions.

If you need something to exchange, that's fine, Huai Kui is much happier and more at ease.

"The pens here are all high-quality, and the ink sticks are also high-quality, just like inkstones..."

"Give me more pens, especially the big ones. I don't need them too much. I use them as brushes. Ink sticks are just enough. I'm used to journaling, writing and drawing. I need this. You can give me any inkstone you want."

"Well, that's good, this paper...I...that..."

"You can take more if you like, how about two knives?"

"That……"

"Four knives."

"good!"

In fact, Huai Kui became agitated when he was stabbed twice.

It's not less, it's that I'm so excited that I can't believe it.

But at the time of four knives, he knew that if he didn't speak up, he would have to owe others.

Cultivate the heart, want it, and get it in a proper way.

Don't be greedy, if you are greedy to make money, you will lose your heart.

If you are guilty, your thoughts will not be clear.

When you don't understand, you have to visualize and use divine thoughts to use spells, which hinders the casting and cultivation.