Seeing that Li Qingjiang mistook paint for ink, Xu Bo'an didn't care. He just smiled and said casually: "Oh? Why doesn't it work?"
Li Qingjiang told the truth and said: "Return to the words of Grandpa Shanshen. , ink can still leave traces on the paper, but after the numbers are written in ink on the magic car you gave us, it will be easily erased even after it dries, so it cannot be effectively retained at all. There are traces on it. We have already tried it, and it really doesn’t work.”
Xu Boan said with a smile: “My ink is different, you can just use it!” "
Hearing the confident words of Grandpa Mountain God, Li Qingjiang slapped his head and said in realization: "It's the common people who are stupid. How can the things in the fairy world be compared to these ordinary things? Grandpa, when you said this, I suddenly discovered that the ink you gave me was not pungent at all, unlike our ink, which had a weird smell, which made Grandpa Shan Shen laugh. "
Bonsai. Most of the raw materials for making ink currently used by people around the world are pine smoke and oil smoke, which are smoke extracted from incomplete combustion of pine branches, tung oil, lard and other materials.
As we all know, the smoke after burning these things will have a very pungent odor, especially when they react with oxygen, moisture and other substances in the air, they are more likely to produce pungent odor. Odor.
When they dry and store the ink, if the ambient humidity is too high or the temperature is too high, it can easily lead to uneven analysis of the water in the ink, resulting in cracks or mildew, thus emitting odors. The same pungent smell.
So in the bonsai world, there are also unavoidable side effects of raw materials and technical difficulties, so their ink has always been sold in three, six or nine grades.
Poor people like Li Qingjiang, or poor scholars, naturally do not have access to top-notch ink, so their impression of ink is smelly.
The paint that Xu Boan is using now was bought by the Ethelia Federal Royal Academy of Arts for wall painting. For a school of this level, all places for external display are very particular.
Therefore, the most expensive and top-notch paint is purchased. This paint is developed using the extraction process of edible raw materials, and has been improved and innovated by modern ink-making technology, so it is basically non-toxic, harmless and odorless.
And this kind of paint itself is a type specially used for wall paintings. Although it is not as good as the reflective paint specially used for writing license plate numbers in the real world, the advantages of this kind of paint are also obvious. The properties and adhesion are excellent, and the colors appear very dazzling and bright.
The most important thing is that these small car toys in the bonsai world will not be used at night because they do not have car lights, so the current paint is used to write the license plate number here, and then Couldn't be more appropriate.
Especially with the ordinary writing ink that Li Qingjiang used before, there is no comparison!
Xu Bo'an said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just write the car number carefully. After you finish writing, be sure to register the car number of each car clearly to avoid any quarrels in the future."
< br>Li Qingjiang nodded respectfully and said: "I understand, I will live up to the instructions of Grandpa Mountain God!"
Xu Bo'an said softly: "Okay, let's stop talking and let's get started. I'll take the first step. "
Li Qingjiang knelt down and saluted, and said: "Farewell to Grandpa Mountain God!"
Xu Bo'an did not reply, saying that he was leaving, but Xu Bo'an was not in a hurry to leave.
In the real world, Ouyang Najie had not finished class yet. Xu Boan and others had nothing to do, so they continued to observe the situation in the bonsai.
Li Qingjiang just thought that Grandpa Mountain God was no longer here. After pausing for a while and not hearing Grandpa Mountain God's voice, Li Qingjiang got up quickly, and then immediately said to a child not far away who was helping to grind cinnabar: "Xiao Hu, Come on, don’t mess with the cinnabar yet. Bring me the inkstone, and I’ll try the ink from the fairy world that Grandpa Shan Shen gave us last time.”
Xiaohu is a ten-year-old boy with a tiger head and a tiger head. , had attended a private school for two years, and just came here with her mother a few days ago. I heard that there was a teacher here who taught for free, so I joined the temporary school.
Because these students of Li Qingjiang are basically children with little foundation, they can even be said to be illiterate. Although they have some basic skills these days, in the eyes of Li Qingjiang, a cultural person, they are really unsatisfactory.
On the other hand, Xiaohu, who recently joined, has solid basic knowledge, and is well-behaved and willing to learn. He is a good student in Li Qingjiang’s eyes. It can be said that he is deeply liked by Li Qingjiang, so he doesn’t do anything on weekdays. When traveling, they are willing to take Xiaohu with them.
Anyway, except for the adults who are working, the children have nothing to do. Xiaohu’s mother is happy to have Li Qingjiang help with the children.
After all, teachers are respected everywhere, and Li Qingjiang is also a well-known figure in Kaoshan Village. He is also related to the village chief Li Kanshan. Even a fool knows this is a rule. A thigh you can hold, a supporter you can rely on!
Thus, with the full support of Xiaohu’s mother, Xiaohu and Li Qingjiang are simply inseparable.
When Xiaohu heard what Li Qingjiang said, he hurriedly responded obediently: "Hey, I understand, sir."
After that, he trotted all the way to a basket on the side and turned out a piece. He took the large inkstone back and placed it in front of Li Qingjiang.
Xiaohu couldn't help but said: "Sir, we have tried using ink to write before, but it didn't work. It fell off when I wiped it accidentally. It's a bit unreliable!"
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When Xu Boan talked to Li Qingjiang before, they had a separate conversation, so Xiaohu did not hear the content of the conversation.
Li Qingjiang said with a smile: "Grandpa Mountain God said it is possible, then it must be possible. We will find out after we try it later."
Xiaohu said curiously: "Sir, God I have heard a lot of stories about our mountain god in the past two days. I always feel that the mountain god is different from the gods I have heard before!"
Li Qingshi smiled and took a long-handled wooden spoon, scooped out a small spoonful of the bottle of paint Xu Bo'an gave him, poured some on the inkstone, and asked with a smile: "Oh? Tell me, there is one. What's different?"
Xiaohu pursed his lips, tilted his head and said in a nonchalant manner: "Most of the fairy tales I heard in the past were illusory gifts, such as making wind and rain, and changing luck. Granting children and the like, but our mountain god grandpa here actually gives us real gifts! It's like the elders greet the younger ones, as if you are taking care of me, sir."
Li. When Qing Jiang heard this, he was quite surprised. He immediately smiled and nodded and said: "Xiaohu, Xiaohu, you are really smart. Don't tell me. After hearing what you said, and thinking about it carefully, I think it makes sense. Come, bring me two thinner pens."
Xiaohu took some brushes again, picked a thin-headed brush and handed it to Li Qingjiang.
Li Qingjiang rolled the tip of the pen in the black paint in the inkstone, squeezed it slightly, and after the tip of the pen had absorbed the ink, he raised the pen and quickly wrote a sentence on the hood in front of the car. The number "1" comes out.
Then, Xiaohu hurriedly came up to place his hands on the cover of the machine, and blew a few breaths with his small mouth. Seeing that the paint on it had solidified and dried at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xiaohu said excitedly: "Sir, the ink in the fairy world is really different from our ink! Our ink will flow down soon after writing. , this kind of ink doesn’t flow, it dries a lot quickly.”
Li Qingjiang smiled and nodded, saying: "Things in the fairy world are naturally different. I'll write the number of the second car first. You stare at this for a while, and when it's completely dry, use your fingers to Try touching it lightly to see if it can be wiped off."
Xiaohu continued to blow, and after Li Qingjiang finished speaking, he nodded and said, "Okay sir. , I know.”
Li Qingjiang took the inkstone and quickly wrote a number “2” on the front cover of the second car.
Because Xiaohu was still in front of the first car at the moment, Li Qingjiang lowered his head and gently blew on the ink he had just written.
Sure enough, I found that the effect of this ink was completely different from the ink I used before.
Li Qingjiang nodded with satisfaction, turned around and shouted: "Xiaohu, please look over and take a look. How about the number written in such a large size? Can you see it clearly from that position?"
The number "1" is special and very easy to identify. Even if you can't see it clearly, you can still guess it based on the shadow.
But other numbers are different. If you can’t see clearly, you can’t see clearly. There is no room for guessing.
Xiaohu hurriedly looked sideways from the front hood of car No. 1 towards Li Qingjiang, then nodded and said: "It's very clear, sir, I think it's okay. And there is this number 1. I I touched it with my hand, and there is nothing wrong with it. It cannot be wiped off."
Li Qingjiang looked happy and said: "Great, it is indeed the fairy ink given by Grandpa Mountain God. If it hadn't been ordered by Grandpa Mountain God. I can’t bear to use such good ink to write the numbers on these cars.”
While talking, Li Qingjiang walked to the next car.
Xiaohu followed closely, and suddenly looked back halfway, and then exclaimed: "Sir, it doesn't seem right for us to do this!"
Li Qingjiang frowned slightly, curious. Asked: "That's not right. What are you referring to? Did I write the number wrong?"
"That's not true!" Xiaohu shook his head and said, "It's because the position of the number is wrong." !”
Li Qingjiang asked curiously: “The position is wrong? It shouldn’t be. The position we wrote is in the middle of the front, the most conspicuous position. How can we say there is something wrong with the position?”
Xiaohu pointed to a car not far away and said: "But sir, you see, when we saw the car from behind, we couldn't see the situation in front of the car at all. In other words, Even if we have written numbers on the front of the car, if we look at it from behind, we still can’t see anything, and we won’t know what car number it is.”
Li Qingjiang’s eyes widened and he said: "Yes, why didn't I think of it. What if the car hit someone and ran away? People can only see the back when it runs so fast. No matter how big or clear the writing is on the front, people behind won't be able to see it."
Xiaohu scratched the back of his head and said: "Yes, that's what I mean too."
Li Qingjiang praised: "You kid, you are so smart, so in your opinion, we It’s more appropriate to write the car number on the back, right?”
Xiaohu pointed at the car and said: “Grandpa Mountain God gave me a lot of ink, why don’t we just write the numbers on the front, back, left and right? That’s it! In this way, people around you can see the car number, making it easier to find it in the future.”
Li Qingjiang thought for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said: "That's not necessary. There are writings on the front and back, which is already very eye-catching. The ink rewarded by Grandpa Mountain God is a lot, but I plan to separate and store them after writing these numbers. , some are distributed to you little guys in the school, and some need to be kept. This thing is precious and will be used in the future."
Xiaohu bent over and said, "The students have been taught. , Mr. is still thoughtful.”
Li Qingjiang looked at Xiaohu’s posture with satisfaction, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and said: “Xiaohu, come here, you also take a pen, and we will write together. It’s time to practice.”
Ink is precious. In normal times, many students in the school would study on the ground with wooden sticks. After getting familiar with it, they would use the burned wooden sticks to write on the wooden boards. There are not many opportunities to use ink.
Xiaohu was very happy when he heard it. He hurriedly responded, and happily started writing the car's number with Li Qingjiang.
Xu Bo'an looked at the comprehension of the two people and nodded repeatedly. He has mastered the skill of having to read the license plate number before and after so quickly. It can be considered as thinking carefully, not bad!
It's just that the number of this car starts from "1, 2, 3", which is actually a bit too appropriate. As there will be more cars in the bonsai world, won't the car numbers become longer and longer?
The best way is to divide it into different regions just like the real world.
However, the number of vehicles in the bonsai world is limited now, so there is no need to bother like that anymore, and it is a bit troublesome to write "damn" and then write the number.
Xu Bo'an smiled and was thinking about going to see if Li Wufu's hunting team had made any new progress in taming animals. Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief all over his body, and then he felt that he had grown ten strands. The power of incense and desire.
So cool!
Xu Bo'an came to the mountain temple with thought and saw Chen Shishi and Yan Xiaojiu kneeling on the futon in front.
Smoke curls up from the standing incense on the incense table.
Yes, these ten wisps of incense and aspiration were contributed by these two siblings.
Xu Bo'an remembered that Chen Shishi's contribution had eight strands, so the remaining two strands were Yan Xiaojiu's.
Xu Boyan said cheerfully: "Oh! It's you two. Why did you come to me this time?"
Yan Xiaojiu said respectfully: "Thank you, Mountain God. Grandpa’s blessing, Xiaomin wants to take his sister away, and hopes Grandpa Mountain God will agree!” (End of Chapter)