During the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, county magistrate Dong Qi built a theater in Guandi Temple, and wrote the words "imitating the ancient and painting the present" in a special book. He ordered brick carving artist Ji Hong to engrave the bricks, fill them with flower blue, and embed them in the wall.

Dong's every word started with "thirsty pen", which seemed delicate and steep, and the pen was carried sideways and straight, like folding and bending iron. The whole width was clear and flowing, strong and powerful.

Very human.

In order to show his devotion to Emperor Guan, Dong Qi had the idea of sticking this four-character gold. It may be done, but the cost will not be paid financially, this is the ability of an official.

Dong Qi's brain twisted, and the idea came: he vacated a room facing the street in the theater as a facade, and those who wanted to rent not only had to pay the rent, but also had to paste the four words gold first.

There was no shortage of wealthy business people in Andong City. If they want to post gold, there must be someone who can afford it.

Mainly because everyone has complicated Dong Qi's intentions — a dignified old man, I'm afraid it won't cost you a few more taels of silver, right?

Quai Goldsmith used to be the owner of a stall on the street, but now hearing someone say that, his heart is itchy.

He came to find Dong Qi.

Old Kuai, I originally wanted to make this matter a little more fun. Since you're here, it won't be fun. Such a big word, to be all pasted with gold, would cost at least one or two taels of gold, right?

You smash pots and sell iron, can you make it all?

The goldsmith laughed mockingly at himself. I am just a craftsman who is in the sun and moon, and I have a coin or two on me, which is enough to die.

So how do you post it?

Isn't all the gold in stickers made of foil? Isn't all the foil made of gold?

The county princess almost spat out a mouthful of hot tea: Okay, okay, Lao Kuai has the ability, how much can you crush for a dollar or two of gold?

The earwax was a little gold, and Lao Kuai took a hammer and ran it all morning, ah, it turned out to be three pieces as big as a plaque.

Amazing workmanship!

To obtain a facade in front of the Guandi Temple, the business was naturally very good.

Although he was good at foiling, Lao Kuai almost never gave foiling to others. Generally, he only took on the business of turning gold: the customer brought a pair of earrings, but they didn't look good. If they wanted to melt, they would make a new ring — this job, Lao Kuai, would take it.

After receiving this kind of work, Lao Kuai would put the guest's earrings on an operation board, bow down and burn a stick of incense at the Emperor Temple first.

The operating board is made of hardwood, probably for fun. Lao Kuai has embedded a lump of gold the size of earwax in the middle.

Yellow and bright, dazzling.

The guest just let out a "buzz" in his heart, this old Kuai has saved such a little bit of wealth for a lifetime.

But as soon as this thought flashed, he saw Lao Kuai take out an airbrush. A line of fire was sprayed out of the airbrush, and the gold on the operation board could be melted in an instant.

The operation board is made of wood and will not be burned?

Often when a guest thinks like this, the ring he wants has already appeared in Lao Kuai's hand.

Lao Kuai weighed the scales on the pendant, and the guest looked over. It was exactly the same as the scales at home.

The guest gave a thumbs-up: Lao Kuai is a good business person.

In fact, Lao Kuai's method was so fast that he didn't even believe it himself: in the process of melting gold (under the eyes of the guests, of course), he first melted the real gold of the guests, then melted the fake gold embedded in the operation board, and let the gold juice cool locally, leaving a lump as big as earwax to solidify on the chopping board.

Unknowingly, he stole the beam and replaced the pillar.

The Andong mansion is not far from the Guandi Temple, so the old Kuai of the county tyrant's business can also do it: the county tyrant likes gold, and those who flatter him will naturally send gold to each other.

While chatting with the gift-giver, the county magistrate ordered his wife to run over in a hurry and ask Lao Kuai to change gold.

What do you do after melting?

Make the original thing.

Still making the original stuff?

Are you kidding me?

Sometimes Lao Kuai would send the gold remade to the county yamen himself.

"Good stuff!"   The county princess held the hot gold artifact in her hand and stroked it, "My liking is different from yours, I just like the heat when the gold artifact is just taken off the operating table."

After a while, the gold was cold, and the previous enthusiasm was gone — he returned the gold.

Why is there such a quirk? The gift-giving guests were puzzled.

Such a quirk is interesting. Lao Kuai smiled.

Dong Qi worked in Andong County for three years. Lao Kuai saved a lot of money by relying on the skills of a goldsmith, bought a house, married a wife, and was considered a well-off family.

As he was about to leave office, Dong Qi came to Lao Kuai's workshop: "You have earned a lot in the past few years – where is my stuff?"

Lao Kuai bent down and spat a mouthful of phlegm before bowing his hands to Dong Qi. "You have a lot of things.

Seeing the broken gold as big as earwax, Dong Qi narrowed his eyes and stroked it in his hand: "Good stuff, but unfortunately there are still too few."

"Just be the prefect for a few more years."

"How much do you want, my lord?"

"At least three hundred taels."

"Andong's terrain is low-lying, and the old city walls have collapsed in many places. In spring and summer, it was repeatedly flooded by the ancient Huai River – 30 taels. It should be repaired."

Remembering the funny scene when Dong Qi brought people to scoop water when Anton was flooded with water, Lao Kuai, who was always coughing, held back a mouthful of phlegm that was about to reach his mouth: "Don't worry, I'll come out with the insufficient part."

"You?" Dong Qi widened his eyes, "It's not fun for you to get involved in such a big matter - thirty taels of gold, and selling Lao Kuai as a pig is far from enough."

Old Kuai shook the hammer in his hand. "I will crush gold, and once I do, there will be more gold. Not only will the area increase, but the weight will also increase."