It is many times better than the handwriting on the original book.

After Ji Wu wrote a piece of mud, Qiu Dahe quickly picked it away and put it in the already hot earth kiln to calcinate.

When the first version of the rubbing was printed out of the kiln, Ji Wu stood beside him and looked carefully.

I saw that the characters on the clay board had been formed and the clay board was hard.

She immediately took the paper and ink and prepared to rub the prints.

Brush a layer of ink on the clay board and gently press the paper on the ink.

When she uncovered the paper, she was stunned.

The paper is covered with smudged ink.

no!

Ji Wu suddenly thought.

If you don’t want the edges of the handwriting to be stained with ink, you have to make the font protrude!

"Uncle Qiu, please help me with another version." Ji Wu frowned.

Huang and Qiu Dahe both sighed in their hearts.

It seems to be a failure...

Yes, how can you get such a valuable thing in the book?

Qiu Dahe couldn't bear to be sad by Ji Wu, so he gritted his teeth and fell mud again.

In the second edition, Ji Wu, who has experience, is already confident.

This time, each font needs to be protruded and slightly harder.

She carefully carved every word.

Otherwise, there would be only fingernails, such small characters, as long as one stroke is engraved, this version would be ruined.

It was originally half a quarter of an hour before Ji Wu could engrave a word.

Gradually, her speed is getting faster and faster...

When she put away the carving knife, she could already engrave three hundred words in one stick of incense.

Seeing Ji Wu treating him so seriously, Qiu Dahe gradually felt some expectations.

Maybe it will succeed?

Qiu Dahe took the template of Ji Hua's engraved good words and carefully placed it into the earth kiln with extremely high temperatures.

He was unwilling to leave and silently calculated the time to leave the kiln.

The timed incense ash burned out for a moment.

Qiu Dahe's heart thumped and he shouted.

“The kiln has been opened.”

The first version, a rubbing clay plate with convex characters, was taken out of the earth kiln.

Xie Xianhua and others cooled the words, solemnly brushed a layer of ink on the convex characters.

Ji Wu gently covered the paper.

After carefully removing...

She looked at the paper in her hands, with clean pages and regular handwriting.

The heart that I kept holding was finally put into practice safely.

"This... has been done?"

Qiu Dahe's voice trembled and he asked in disbelief.

Ji Wu raised a big smile and focused: "It's done!"

"Okay, okay." Qiu Dahe's eyes were a little red, and his smile squeezed out his wrinkles on his face.

Huang, who felt that Ji Wu would fail, heard their discussions and hurried over.

I saw the neatly handwriting paper and couldn't speak for a long time.

...

One by one, the other is a little printed.

Until Xie Xianhua's voice sounded like jade fighting each other.

"I've collected enough."

Ji Wu showed surprise on his face. She quickly took the Jianluo, who had not been installed yet, and handed it to Huang.
Chapter completed!