Chu Cai's eyes lit up. "Third Brother, what business? Can I do it?" As long as I can do it, I will not complain. I also want to buy a shop or a courtyard in the county. In the future, when the children study, they will need it. I'm not smart, but as a father, I can't drag the children down."
"Second Brother, this business is simple. It's ink making." After some consideration, Chu Heng felt that this was the only way for the clan to develop.
"Ink making?" The smile on Chu Cai's face instantly froze. He was a little hesitant. "Third Brother, is that the ink you use to write?"
One could not blame Chu Cai for being surprised. In the eyes of ordinary people, writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were things that they had never thought they could make themselves.
If he could do it himself, he would have made a fortune long ago, right?
"Yes." Chu Heng nodded.
"Ah Heng, you know how to make ink?" Chu Zhiwen hesitated for a moment before asking.
