I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"call……"

Song You stood at the door of Washe, holding his hands in front of his face, and exhaled white air into his hands.

It's getting colder today.

The clothes are still thin.

Dayan already had cotton, and began to use cotton to make clothes and quilts, but it was not common, and only high-ranking officials could afford it. Most civilians wear paper clothes and quilts, and they have to find ways to keep warm. Song You's robe is not as warm as the Chu paper clothes worn by passers-by on the street.

Washe has a large flow of people and is also a place where businesses gather.

Song You visited a few shops and bought a paper fur. This kind of clothes is cheap and warm, and the color is very clean. So clean that some literati would paint on it and paint it as they like.

Song You likes plain clothes.

It's time for a fire too.

You don't need to buy a stove, you can have it at home.

Unconsciously, I went back to the gate of Washe, opposite to which was a shop specializing in the Four Treasures of the Study. Song You stopped and thought for a while. The pen he bought earlier was a bit rough after using it. In addition, the pen was a large one. He actually wanted to buy another pen with better quality for writing small characters.

It's been a long time since I've been out, it's time to write a letter back.

So walk into this shop.

I didn't see a good pen, but I saw a good ink.

This store actually has "Ningxiang" ink produced in Yangzhou.

Ningxiang ink is one of the most famous inks of Dayan, and it is the highest pursuit of literati and refined scholars. It is no exaggeration to say that the price is better than gold.

There are two main types of ink, pine smoke ink and lampblack ink.

No matter what kind, it is made of soot smoked from burning and medicinal materials, and some special spices are added.

Pine smoke ink takes the soot from burning pine wood. Oil lamp soot is used for lampblack ink. The oils used include tung oil, sesame oil, vegetable oil, soybean oil, etc. Among them, tung oil produces the most smoke after burning, and it is black and shiny. After writing, it will become darker and darker with time, and the handwriting can last for thousands of years. There is less smoke from the remaining oil, and the color of the ink is light and faint, and the handwriting will become lighter and lighter with time, so among the oily inks, Tongyan ink is the most common and easy to use.

Pine smoke is black and dark, slightly bluish, oily smoke is black and bright, slightly purple, calligraphy and painting each have their own uses.

Ningxiang is Tong Yanmo.

The smoke is extracted from tung oil, boiled with dozens of precious Chinese herbal medicines, added with unique spices, 100,000 pestles of light glue, and dried in the shade for several years, to have this dark and shiny ink that does not fade for thousands of years and has a delicate fragrance when it is written.

This is the top luxury of this era, and it is also the peak representative of traditional crafts and craftsman spirit, and it can represent the ultimate of a culture and a skill.

People like Song You are not good at painting or calligraphy, but they still have some interest in this kind of things.

It's a pity that the family is worth a lot, with a wat of ten thousand yuan.

Song You looked and looked, and had no choice but to say goodbye.

I am short of money today, and I have a long time to come. Since I am traveling around the world, it is natural to see the most top-notch works of art this year.

In the end he only bought a pen and spent two hundred dollars.

On the other side of the street, Yu Zhizhou sat in the shed for a while before walking out of the cottage, and saw Song You at the door again, he stood and watched for a while, his entourage led the horse, and waited quietly.

Until Song You left.

After thinking for a long time, he said:

"Go and ask."

Immediately a follower responded, went to inquire, and came back after a while to report that it was Ningxiang produced in Yangzhou.

"How much is a coin?"

"The asking price is ten thousand."

"Buy one... two."

"yes."

Yu Zhizhou just got on his horse and had to go back.

...

It's good to say--

When Song You returned home, he found that Empress Sanhua had somehow passed the level of transformation.

But it was different from his imagination, he had thought that Empress Sanhua was already an adult cat, even if she had lived in the village temple for a long time and had a pure mind, she should be an adult woman after her transformation, but she was only a girl of a few years old.

When the door of the bedroom was opened, the girl was wearing his long gown, which was not as tall as his long gown. It looked like she was wearing a floor-length skirt, and it was baggy. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, staring at him blankly.

"Miss Sanhua successfully transformed?"

"The Empress Sanhua has successfully transformed."

The girl was sitting duck in the middle of the bed, looking up at him and answering seriously.

After the transformation, her voice has changed a bit, she can hear her voice more clearly, and she can also hear her gender, but her tone and diction are still the same, serious but rigid, not a common way of speaking for ordinary people, Sounds somewhat unintelligent.

"How did it succeed?"

"It formed itself successfully."

"Tell me carefully."

"that is……"

The girl faltered and couldn't say anything.

"good……"

Song You had no choice but to give up, and asked again: "Isn't Mistress Sanhua a big cat? How did she turn into a girl?"

"It turns itself into a girl's."

"Then how did Empress Sanhua know how to wear clothes?"

"Empress Sanhua sees that you wear it too." The girl stared at him intently, with a serious expression, "Anyone who doesn't grow hair must wear clothes."

"I see."

"I see……"

"I should buy you some clothes that suit you."

"I want to wear the same clothes as you."

"That won't work."

"Why?"

"because……"

It took Song You a long time to explain it to her.

So he went out again to buy clothes for her.

When Empress Sanhua put on the well-fitting clothes, she finally looked more pleasing to the eye, but she still maintained some cat habits, and her every move inevitably looked a little strange.

Later, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

"Since Sanhua Empress has transformed into a human form, help me to open the door." Song You glanced at Sanhua Empress, "If you know someone, please invite him in. If you don't know someone, ask him who he is looking for."

"good."

The goblin hopped up and down towards the door.

"Squeak."

Empress Sanhua looked up.

"Who are you looking for?"

Not a single extra word.

"I don't know if Mr. Menglai lives here?" A servant stood outside the door, clasped his hands and bowed respectfully.

"do not know."

"Huh? Mister doesn't live here?"

"Which sir?"

"Song Meng came to Mr. Song."

Mistress Sanhua fell silent for a moment.

She knew Mr. Song, but Mr. Song didn't teach her how to do it later. It's not that he's in trouble, either he doesn't know what to do, or he just doesn't want to do anything, so he just stares at him like that.

Observe this person first.

Until Song You came behind him.

"Traveling in the Lower Song Dynasty."

"I've met you, sir." Congren bowed immediately, holding a small wooden box respectfully with both hands, "The villain came from Yu Jianbai Yu Zhizhou's mansion, and brought a small gift for my Zhizhou, and gave a message for the Zhizhou. Thank you, sir. She and my family Zhizhou answered correctly, and I hope to have a chance to talk with my husband next time. Please be sure to accept it.”

Song You could already smell the fragrance of ink.

It turned out to be Lord Zhizhou.

"It's just a talk in the afternoon, not only Mr. Yu enjoys it, but Mr. Song also benefits from it. Why did Mr. Yu specially send someone to present a gift?" Song You said, "Besides, the gift is expensive, how can Mr. Song accept it?"

"However, a mere gift, no matter how expensive it is, is an ordinary thing, but it is rare in the world for my family Zhizhou to talk to you." Congren paused, "Besides, it is an elegant thing for literati to give cultural relics, and it is not considered a gift for ordinary people. Please don't refuse, sir."

"You're a good talker."

"Sir, don't embarrass the villain." Congren immediately showed a look of embarrassment, "If you don't accept it, even if Zhizhou doesn't punish you, the villain will feel uneasy."

"..."

Song You smiled, thought for a while, and took it too.

"Thank you Zhizhou for me."

"Farewell, little man."

Song You just turned around and rubbed the head of the girl next to him: "When you become a human in the future, I will tell you that you are my Tong'er."

"Why?"

"Find an explanation."

"Tonger."

"Um."

Song You closed the courtyard door and walked into the house.

Open the small carved wooden box, inside is a small strip wrapped in red cloth. Open the red cloth again, it is the Ningxiang ink that I saw in the afternoon, the two-two rule, with patterns printed on it.

Empress Sanhua stretched her neck and stared.

"It's burning firewood!"

"It's ink."

"oh."

"Since Sanhua Empress has transformed into a human form, help me grind ink." Song You said to the girl again.

"What is Yanmo?"

"Just like when I occasionally write, add water to the inkstone, use this ink stick to grind the ink, and turn the water into black."

"What is an inkstone?"

"It's the one that holds the water."

"oh."

"Is it okay? Empress Sanhua."

"Why?"

"please."

"Oh well."

Although Empress Sanhua didn't understand why she did this and why she had to do it herself, she still came over with doubts, took the burnt firewood from Song You, and stood obediently waiting for Song You to do it for her. She rolled up her sleeves to the bend of her arms, revealing a slender and tender forearm.

Look at the clothes, then at the arm, and then at the ink stick held by the hand, as if the hand is not my own, and the world is not the world in my original eyes.

The hardened little monster is full of curiosity about everything.

"Shall we add water first?"

"How does Empress Sanhua know?"

"Mistress Sanhua sees that you did this."

"I see."

"Walking around like this?"

"Mistress Sanhua is extremely intelligent."

"Miss Sanhua has seen you use it."

"After seeing it a few times, you can understand it. Such wisdom is really rare. Song admires it."

"..."

Empress Sanhua stopped talking, and became more and more serious.

Ningxiang has no ink skin, and the ink is applied quickly. Once it is ground, it will emit a fragrance. It is a wonderful medicinal fragrance, which is neither strong nor light, and has its own charm.

Song You spread paper beside him.

"alright."

"Is it all right?"

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"You're welcome."

The new pen was stained with ink, and scratched and scratched on the inkstone.

Song You thought and thought before raising his pen and writing.

"Seeing the words is like meeting, and the letter is beautiful."

The fragrance of the ink is pleasant, the wet writing is reflective, and every stroke that falls is extremely delicate.

The ancient cypresses of Jinyang Road, the potholes on the bluestone slabs, the fireworks of mortals in Yidu City, the rolling clouds of Eagle Mountain, the unstoppable greedy monks, and the masters of skill. The master told about the experiences and insights since he came down the mountain, and the harvest of practice.

It also talked about Empress Sanhua.

Strange to say, it was just a whim for me to be with Empress Sanhua, and I wanted to go on a long journey of loneliness, but unexpectedly got an unexpected surprise. Now just being with her has made this journey a lot more fun.

We must not forget that there is also Zhizhou who yearns for longevity.

This ink is the best ink in the world. I don't know if the old Taoist has seen it before, so I have to remind her to smell it.

As I was writing, suddenly a fluffy cat's paw stretched out and hooked the dangling lanyard on the pen. The kitten's nails had a glass-like texture.

Song You stopped writing and turned his head.

I saw the three-flowered cat with a serious face, hooking its paws.

I searched the room again.

Today's newly bought clothes have fallen to the ground.

"Miss Sanhua, what are you doing?"

"Well?"

Sanhuamao seemed to realize that he had stopped writing, turned to stare at him, thought for a few seconds, and said seriously: "You write yours, I'll play mine."

"..."

Song You then continued to write.

Empress Sanhua continued to play.

The picture is harmonious and quiet, with the wind from the bamboo forest coming into the window.