No matter how noisy the outside world is, Zhong Yue, who lives a leisurely life in Xiaohe Mountain, is not so excited. He practices calligraphy, makes pens, and gets up in the morning to help Zhang Laifu water the vegetables in the small vegetable garden. His life is leisurely and contentment.

With the nine postures of the gods and man, Zhong Yue can only understand the brush strokes and horizontal scales and vertical strokes. The other seven strokes are either too mysterious or rare. This matter is hard to come by, and only such a shocking glance every day can be understood by such a magic brushstroke by luck and opportunity.

The understanding of brush strokes and horizontal scales and vertical strokes has further deepened Zhong Yue's attainments in lacquer calligraphy.

The way of calligraphy has no end. A person's style of calligraphy cannot be unchanging. Zhong Yue is slowly transforming, but this subtle transformation is hard to detect.

Zhong Yue carried his schoolbag and followed Zhang Laifu into Zhou Daguang's van.

Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette and popped the ash out the window, "The pen factory, the inkstone and the inkstone in County Z have merged. There are fewer people buying the four treasures of the study now. You have to go to the summer to practice, but there are not much salary."

Zhong Yue smiled. Is he for this little money?

"Master, I have been learning to make pens for several months. I haven't seen the real assembly line yet. Besides, I have to see the rest of the craftsmanship, right?"

Zhang Laifu smiled intentionally and thoughtfully, "It's best if you can think so."

Zhou Daguang drove the car and said with a smile: "Xiaoyue, ask me to tell me, please follow your brother Guang and I will run a long distance. This factory is really not a place where young people can stay. Now the pen making is all a group of aunts."

"Go and go." Zhang Laifu interrupted directly, "That's why people are now impetuous. If you want to put it aside, this pen making work is something that women cannot touch. Now those good pens are made by some masters. If you ask, which one is not an old man."

"Okay, you're popular, okay."

Zhang Laifu was unforgivable, "If I had not retreated back then, I would have been the worst now and would have become the deputy factory director."

Zhou Daguang then praised, "Then I am the workshop director? Haha, Deputy Director Zhang, then you have to promote me more."

"Go to you." Zhang Laifu thought about it and asked, "Hey, Xiaoyue, how long are you going to stay?"

"Maybe two months, well, at least two months."

Zhang Laifu nodded, "Then you'd better rent a house in the county. You can't let Brother Guang send you this to you every day. It's hard for him to run long distances."

"Yeah, you're right."

The car arrived at a somewhat remote and empty old-fashioned factory building, with the white label on the side a little old. Zhong Yue glanced at it, "Old Hu opened Wenmo Factory, Master, didn't you say that you had merged?"

"It's right that it's merged. The best pen making is now in Zhou Huchen Pen Factory in Songhu, but they have also merged with Cao Sugong Ink Factory. This ink factory is still in our county. Although it's just an ink factory, there are also pen making, inkstone chisel and ink-refining people. Let's go in."

The three of them got out of the car and when they walked to the factory gate, they were stopped by the old man who saw them.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Laifu glanced at him and said, "Oh, look for Director Liu."

"Director Liu? Which Director Liu?"

Zhang Laifu took out a small notebook from Zhongshan's pocket and flipped through it a few times, "Oh, Liu Yongxin."

The old man walked into the communication room and said, "Wait, I'll call and ask."

Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette and said to Zhong Yue: "This Liu Yongxin was from another pen factory before and was considered a worker with me. Later, he was transferred here. Thirty years have passed and he has become the factory director."

The guard stuck his head out, "What are you calling?"

"Oh, just say Afu came to him to reminisce about the past."

Zhang Laifu turned around and said, "Where did I just talk about it?"

"Be the factory director." Zhou Daguang squatted on the threshold and reminded him.

"Yes, I'm the factory manager." Zhang Laifu glanced at the empty and depressed scene in the factory area. "It's an old factory. I think it was a car coming in and out of the car. The business was so good that many people squeezed their heads and wanted to come in."

The ink inkstones in County Z are all famous. The ink industry in Huizhou is not blown out.

But now, there is no longer the style of the past.

After a while, an old man in a blue work shirt came over and glanced at the people standing at the door, "Afu? Afu!"

The old man had a horse-faced face and looked thin like a bamboo pole. He was very tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, and he looked even thinner.

Zhang Laifu smiled and said, "These are my apprentices. Let me tell you, this is the tallest man in our pen factory at the time. How many girls from the pen factory are admiring it."

"Haha, it's all old Huangsheng. Ah Fu, why do you say this? Hey, you're here this time..."

Zhang Laifu put his hand on Zhong Yue's shoulder, "I am a little apprentice, I'm going to come to the factory to practice for two months. Do you agree?"

"Practice? There are still apprentices who are learning craftsmanship now?"

Zhang Laifu also understood what the factory was like now, so he said, "Why is there no more? This is still a top student from Huizhou University. You old Mo Factory, won't even look down on college students, right?"

Liu Yongxin said with a puzzled look: "No. Ah Fu, the business of the old Mo Factory is no longer as good as that of the past. The workers used are all older female workers, and the wages are also very low. If such a college student is thrown in the old Mo Factory, this... isn't this a waste of talent."

"Director Liu, I'm here to learn craftsmanship, it doesn't matter if I don't have a salary." Zhong Yue smiled. When he came over, he mainly had to complete the primary ink ingot production and ink method tasks. In this way, he could also go both ends together, instead of just like now, there was no other way except Xiaokai.

"Axin, I have taught Zhong Yue's pen making skills. You, just put him on the assembly line for two months and check it out, that's fine."

When Liu Yongxin saw that he had no requirements for wages and had learned to make pens with Zhang Laifu, he just posted it upside down, so he smiled and said, "This... I still have a reason to refuse."

"Come on, let's go and visit first. Later, I'll take you to the Xuanbi manufacturing room to let you adapt."

Zhong Yue said hesitantly: "Director Liu, I came here not mainly for the purpose of making pens."

The few people walking aside were stunned.

"You kid, I asked me to introduce you before, but now you have arrived at the factory gate. What's wrong? Have you changed your mind again?" Zhang Laifu was so angry when he saw Zhong Yue who had just repented, he was so angry. Isn't this a mess?

Zhong Yue scratched his head and smiled and said, "It's right to come to the old Mo Factory, but I'm here to learn how to refine the ink."

"Refining ink?"

Liu Yongxin and Zhang Laifu were both frightened.
Chapter completed!