With the hammering sound in the background, Ye Muyu finished writing very quickly.
After that, the steps of making ink were also recorded without a word missing.
By the time she was done, Zhang Shu had already finished hammering the ink paste. He had just packed it into a box and pressed it into shape.
Seeing Ye Muyu come out, he was sweating profusely from the heat and did not react in time. It was not until Madam Hu reminded him that he quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned around, and bowed respectfully.
"Zhang Shu, go and rest for a while. You've been busy enough today," Ye Muyu ordered.
"Thank you, Madam." Zhang Shu smiled honestly.
As he said that, he quickly left. As he got closer to the Madam, he could smell the light fragrance of flowers. Unlike him, who was covered in sweat after hammering the ink paste.
Zhang Shu, who had always lived a rough life, suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
