Chapter 419 Effect

   In the past, I felt just right, but now my fingers are cold, and my back is sweating.

  Mr. Hu breathed a sigh of relief. She had already seen sweat dripping from Madam's forehead, so she made a sound because she was afraid that Madam would be unwell.

   Simply, the lady agreed.

  The two returned home soon.

  Ye Muyu went straight into the east wing.

  Mr. Hu hurried into the kitchen, brought a basin of warm water over, stood at the door, knocked on the door lightly, and then respectfully said: "Madam, this servant brought you some water."

   After a while, the door was opened.

  Ye Muyu couldn't help laughing seeing her being so caring: "Thank you, ma'am, you put it on the stool, go down and rest."

   "Yes." Hu never talked too much, and after putting down the washbasin, he returned to his room.

  Ye Muyu is on her lunch break at this time of weekdays. She will either take a nap for a while, or sit in the house and make clothes for the family. After all, she will always have something to do.

  In the east wing.

  Ye Muyu took off his coat.

   After wiping his body with a cloth towel and changing into his underwear, he felt much more comfortable on his body.

  Drowsiness welled up, Ye Muyu didn't pack anything anymore, lay on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and fell asleep.

  Ye Muyu fell into a deep sleep this time, waiting to wake up.

  The scorching sun in the sky is westward, which shows that it is getting late.

  Ye Muyu rubbed her brows, seeing her cold hands in the morning, she finally felt warmer after sleeping.

   Frowning slightly, it seems that he is still cold. After getting up, he put on his clothes and changed a pair of socks under his feet, so as not to expose any part, so as not to avoid the cold.

   "Ma'am, are you awake?" Mrs. Hu was flipping through dried vegetables in the yard.

  Seeing Ye Muyu coming out, she hastened to meet her: "I don't know how to arrange the ink made by Madam, so the slaves dare not move."

   "It should be ready, I'll go and have a look." Ye Muyu walked quickly to the place where the ink was made to dry. There are many procedures for making ink, among which refining the smoke is the most difficult.

   And tung oil is the most suitable material for lampblack ink, and it is easy to take out smoke.

  The ink Ye Muyu made this time is based on tung oil, adding lard, raw lacquer, etc.

  She made it for the first time, without adding precious spices, so the ink smells and tastes average.

  She wasn't sure she could succeed, so naturally she didn't care about the scent.

   "Ma'am, can this ink really work?" Mrs. Hu was a little curious.

  Ye Muyu shook her head: "I don't know, let's try it, I don't know if the temperature is well controlled this time."

  Ye Muyu entered the study room with a formed ink stick in his hand.

  Mr. Hu finished his work before following him in.

  Ye Muyu slowly grinds the ink. When the ink is finished, Mrs. Hu comes in. She moves lightly and stands aside without disturbing.

   Picking up a pen, took a piece of white paper, and slowly wrote on it.

  Hu is illiterate, and can barely remember his own name and numbers such as money.

  At this moment, although she doesn't know what Madam is writing, she can tell that the writing is beautiful.

   "Madam, your handwriting seems to look better." Hu couldn't help but exclaimed.

  Ye Muyu put down the last stroke, put down the pen, and looked at the font on the paper. It was firm and shiny, dark and moist, the pen did not glue, and the paper did not smudge. It really is the characteristic of oily ink.

  Naturally, it is different from the pine smoke ink used before.

  Looking ink is suitable for calligraphy and painting creation, and the strokes of running script and regular script are smooth so that it looks better.

   This is exactly why Hu was surprised.

  Ye Muyu looked at it for a while, then gently blew on the handwriting, and then reached out to touch the ink after it dried.

  (end of this chapter)