The simple and easy to learn Bao Manhua and the silly conversation aroused Zi Yi's interest.
"Young master!" Zi Yi's voice was sweet!
Meton immediately had goosebumps all over his body and said, "If you have something to say, say it. If you dare to be a demon again, I'll kick you out of the house."
Zi Yi was not afraid of Meton's weak threat and said, "Young master, Zi Yi also wants to learn painting!"
Zi Yi finally revealed her purpose and twisted Meton's arm and said coquettishly.
"Are you sure you have the talent in this area?" Meton knew Zi Yi's temperament. She did not like to learn.
"Young master, I promise I can learn it well!" Zi Yi said firmly, "Please teach me!"
Zi Yi massaged Meton's shoulders and back. She used all the methods that she usually forgot to serve people.
"Okay okay! If you want to learn, then learn! "
Meton was helpless and could only agree to teach her. Most importantly, if he did not agree, his shoulders would be broken by her.
"Yay! Young master is so good! "Zi Yi happily jumped up and shouted.
Meton secretly calculated in his heart. If Zi Yi wanted to learn painting and did not have time to make those dark dishes, then he would have a valid reason to change to a new cook. No matter how he looked at it, he would not lose out.
As for whether or not Zi Yi could learn well, that was not in Meton's consideration. He just let her do whatever she wanted.
Art was expensive.
Even the art students in the future paid more tuition than ordinary students, not to mention this era where art was barren. Although Zi Yi had never heard of this sentence, she once again proved this truth.
After passing through the Silk Road, Zi Yi wantonly squandered the Conch Mussels that were imported from Persia as if they were free.
She accidentally broke them!
This one was not obvious!
This one was too fragile!
The Conch Mussels that Fang Jun spent a lot of money to buy were quickly wasted by Zi Yi.
Fortunately, although art required a lot of talent, it could also be achieved with a lot of practice, especially the easy to learn Bao Manhua.
Finally, after more than half of the Conch Mayuzumi was consumed, Purple Cloak finally began to walk the path of Violent Flooding.
"Young Master, what do you think of my painting?" Zi Yi held the painting excitedly and looked at Meton expectantly.
"Uh! Not bad! "
Meton looked at the picture of a chick eating rice on the rice paper and praised it. Since it could be drawn like this, it meant that those conch lilies were not sacrificed in vain. Then, he briefly explained the essence of violence to Zi Yi and sent Zi Yi, who was quite interested, away.
Fu Bo looked at Zi Yi with a doting expression as she rushed out of the door excitedly. Only then did he walk in with a foot-long rectangular box in his hand.
"Young Master! The things you want! It has been delivered from the village! "Uncle Fu handed the things in his hands to Meton.
"Really?"
Meton was overjoyed. He quickly took it and opened it. He saw ten wooden sticks that were similar to chopsticks neatly placed in the box. Each stick was evenly cut into hexagons with a black round core in the middle.
If there were people from the later generations here, they would recognize that this was the most common pencil in the later generations.
Meton picked up a pencil and found that the workmanship of this pencil was extremely simple. It could even be said that it was simple and crude. The surface of the bare wood was not even painted, let alone the eraser that was commonly seen in the later generations. Meton needed it urgently. In order to rush the work, Old Zhang sent it over as soon as it was finished.
Even so, Meton was very satisfied. After coming to the Tang dynasty, Meton solved the writing problem with a goose feather pen.
However, the most serious flaw of a goose feather pen was that every time he wrote a few words, he had to dip it in ink. Meton, who was used to using a pen that he could use freely in the later generations, was not used to it at all. Now that he had a pencil, he finally did not have to endure that kind of pain.
Morton picked up a small knife and shaved off the wood on the outside of the pencil. The wood was made of the softest paulownia wood. Morton shaved the cork into a conical shape in a few cuts, revealing the special lead core in the middle. He shaved it into a sharp point, and the pencil was finally complete.
He wrote a few words on the rice paper. The familiar feeling came back again. Although the lead core made by the Conch Paulownia was not as black as the one used for painting, it was enough for writing.
"Tie An! Bring five pencils to Zi Yi immediately. Also, bring all the Conch Paulownia back! "Meton ordered.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Tie An said in a muffled voice. He took five pencils from the box and went to find Zi Yi.
"Old Zhang sent someone to tell me that the quantity of Conch Paulownia is too little. It can only make ten pencils, and it's very expensive. He is actively studying the graphite that you mentioned. Now he has a preliminary idea. But before that, I'm afraid that we have to use Conch Paulownia to make pencils. I'm afraid that it will delay your use." Uncle Fu said.
"Then use Conch Paulownia first! I think we have enough materials to make pencils now. "Meton looked at Tie An with a bitter smile. Tie An came back with a big bag in his hand.
"Young Master! The Conch Paulownia you asked for! " Tie An placed the things in his hands on the table and opened them. A large bag of half and half of conches covered half of the table. Zi Yi, who had caused trouble, obviously didn't dare to show up. She hid in a corner and secretly practiced with a new pencil.
Meton looked at Zi Yi's masterpiece and did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Fortunately, Uncle Zhang made the pencils in time. If it was a few days later, our Mo family would have gone bankrupt!"
"Young Master, you are so kind to Zi Yi!" Uncle Fu sighed with emotion.
Usually, he was reluctant to order Zi Yi around. Usually, he was very free. Even the precious Conch Paulownia could be used at will. No other young master could treat his maid like this.
Hearing this, Meton smiled. Zi Yi was the first person he saw in front of after he came to the Tang dynasty. Not to mention that Zi Yi and his predecessor lived together. Of course, Meton had a different impression of Zi Yi.
In the next few days, he lived a life of eating and waiting for death. By the way, he also taught his proud maid.
The business of Village Mo had been on the right track. The curved plows and the chicks of chickens, ducks, and geese of the Village Mo had occupied the whole market in Guanzhong. It was spreading out at an extremely fast speed. There was an endless supply of orders. Meton did not have to worry about it at all.
After the last Teaching Master's Square incident, Qin Huaiyu and the other two had not shown up. It was said that they were grounded. After Modun Xing was in trouble for a while, he did not care about these guys anymore.
Meton had the highest status in the Mo family. Since Meton showed his talent, Li Yi had let Meton do whatever he wanted. Even when Meton got drunk this time, he just came to see that everything was fine and then left.
Meton lived such a comfortable life. He even forgot that he had been targeted by a horrible devil. When Pande's smiling face appeared in front of Meton, Meton suddenly remembered Li Chengqian's warning a few days ago.
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