Chapter 69: Civility can understand reason, martial arts can defend oneself
After everyone dispersed, the village chief approached Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng knew the purpose of the village chief: "Light it with tung oil or pine branches... collect the soot..."
Whether it is tung oil or pine branches, the steps are actually the same, so Wang Sheng said it together and it was up to the village chief to make his own choice.
"The steps are actually not difficult, but making good ink is not simple at all. You, the village chief, need to find someone to study it yourself."
"You don't need good ink, as long as you can write, thank you, Yunsheng!"
Wang Sheng didn't care much. It was just a matter of two sentences. It was really a difficult problem to actually produce it.
It sounds simple, but it still takes some effort to actually make it. Thinking of this, he mentioned another thing in his memory.
"Village Chief, I also remember a little about paper manufacturing, but the content may not be complete. Village Chief, do you need it?"
There is paper in this world, but people who are not specialized in making paper do not know the process of making it.
"need!"
Village chief Zhou Zhengwen was categorical, so what if the process was incomplete, it would be a hard test.
Wang Sheng did not feel this way, but the village chief knew very well that even the poorest quality paper was a rare thing.
The village chief asked, so Wang Sheng naturally said directly: "The first thing to make paper is bark. Um, I forgot which kind of bark. I need to try it. Take off the bark, dry it, soak it, and then steam it. Hammer it to pieces... By the way, I remember adding juice at the end, which is called wood ginger..."
Wang Sheng remembered that the juice was still quite important, but his memory was a little unclear.
At this time, the village chief said: "Jijiangzi leaf juice?"
"Yes, yes, this is it, village chief, do you know?"
"Someone has bought this before, so I have some impressions."
"This is it. After joining, you will use a special bamboo mat..."
The village chief was a little happy: "In this case, there are methods for making pen, ink, and paper, and the inkstone is also simple. In other words, are they all ready?"
Wang Sheng looked at this and couldn't help but give a reminder: "Village Chief, I just said this is simple, but it is still difficult to make it."
It is said to be very simple, but there are a lot of details to deal with when making it. Just like those recipes that teach how to make food, even if the amount of salt is marked, it may not be able to be restored.
The same is true for papermaking. If the details are not well controlled, it is basically impossible to make it. What's more, what Wang Sheng remembers is not the complete process.
"It's okay. It's better to have something than nothing. If you have these, you can start trying while you have some free time."
It's better to have a method of making it than not to have any clue at all.
The village chief has already made a decision in his heart. Even if it takes a year or two to produce, it will be good.
"As long as you like it, village chief!"
Paper-making and ink-making were of little use to him for the time being. He could just let the people in the village study them, but he was too lazy to participate.
After the matter was finished, the two separated. When the village chief left, his steps were much longer, and he was obviously very happy.
Wang Sheng originally thought it would take a long time to produce it.
But a week later, the village chief found Wang Sheng holding two black objects.
"Village chief, is this Mo?"
The village chief held two black rectangles in his hands. Thinking of recent events, he couldn't think of anything else but ink.
"Yes!"
This efficiency is not very high.
"Although there are only two pieces now, it is enough."
Two pieces of ink are not much, but being able to produce them means there will be a steady stream of output in the future.
Wang Sheng took the two pieces of ink into his hands and smelled them.
"A pine branch, a tung oil?"
The two pieces of ink are obviously not made of the same raw material.
"Yes, Yunsheng, didn't you say that both are possible? There has been a slack season recently, so I tried both and they were successful."
The village chief couldn't hide his smile.
Because the steps for making ink are relatively complete, and some steps are easier to control, it can be made so quickly.
Although the quality is not very good, it is still successful.
The method was provided by Wang Sheng, so after he succeeded, he took it directly and showed it to Wang Sheng.
Of course, there is another purpose.
"Yunsheng, do you need these two pieces?"
"Don't we need it in the village?"
Isn't this thing for those children? Although it cannot be used now, it needs time to dry in the shade.
"The method you provided is Yunsheng, so I thought I would give it to you first. Don't worry. Jiang Xiucai has already thought of a way to practice calligraphy."
Wang Sheng was a little curious: "What can I do?"
The village chief explained: "Practice calligraphy with a sand table. It is said that the then chief minister Wang used the sand table to practice calligraphy when he was a child."
"Then I'll accept it!"
With experience in making, it is not difficult to make a piece of ink. Although these two pieces are not made by famous artists, they are still the first two pieces of ink in the village, and they are still somewhat commemorative.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you Yunsheng. After the pen and paper are successfully made, I will send them to you as well."
Wang Sheng was a little curious and asked: "How is the progress of the paper?"
"We are still selecting suitable bark. Jiang Xiucai is quite enthusiastic and has put forward a lot of opinions. The progress is pretty good."
When Jiang Xiucai heard that ink and paper were being made in the village, he was very enthusiastic. Especially after the ink production was successful, he was even happier than the village chief.
"It's good to have progress."
It seems that the village chief's village education business is developing quite well.
After the two exchanged words, they originally thought that the village chief had nothing to do, but the village chief took a few steps and suddenly turned back: "There is one more thing!"
Wang Sheng looked at the village chief, fearing that the village chief would suddenly say, "You just drive, and the rest will figure out a solution."
"Village Chief, is there anything else?"
The village chief was a little embarrassed: "Can you teach your boxing skills to the children in the village? Those who go to school!"
"But it's possible, but I don't recommend it."
Bajiquan is a kind of fighting boxing method. It is easy to hurt the body when trained, especially for children whose bodies have not grown up. It is not suitable to practice any boxing method too early.
"Village Chief, do you want to..."
"Hey, in the current situation, optical knowledge may not play a big role, so I want those children to practice martial arts. I also went to Xu Qu before, and he said that it is best not to start training martial artists after the age of twelve. But before that, you can improve some physical fitness and accumulate foundation."
We don’t know how long this troubled world will last. It’s best to study and understand things and practice martial arts for self-defense. It’s best to develop the two together.
"If you want to practice my boxing skills, you can wait until you are older, maybe fifteen or sixteen, to start."
Although he knew that this world was a little different, Wang Sheng couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be bad at practice, so he had to make it clear.
"Yeah……"
The village chief was a little disappointed.
"Village chief, I don't have it here. In fact, you can ask Brother Yongfeng's master."
He is not suitable. As a master of an escort agency, Li Yongfeng's master is well-informed and has to train his own apprentices, so he may not be able to do so.
The village chief suddenly realized.
"I'll go now!"
An old man on crutches looked very strong, he looked stronger than a young man, and he walked quickly.