The pencils sent to Gu Qingling were not wood-colored. They had been processed by the craftsmen below. They were carefully painted with a layer of white and painted with a bamboo tree and several furry iron-eating beasts lying next to it.
Gu Qingling was a little bit dumbfounded. Since the giant panda appeared in the "Geographical Records" system they sent last time. After she showed her love for it, the people below seemed to feel her pulse. No matter what she did, there would be a panda.
Giant panda pattern.
Although she does prefer giant pandas, are the people below "too lazy"?
It is true that "if the superiors have something, the inferiors will follow suit."
Gu Qingling didn't say anything, just took the pen and paper and started trying it out.
Someone had sharpened the pen before it was delivered. When Gu Qingling held it in her hand, she smelled a faint fragrance.
Looking at the wood of the pencil, the corner of Gu Qingling's mouth twitched: "Why do they use sandalwood? Isn't it too wasteful? Sandalwood is a spice, used to make pens... This writing will be chipped away, so there is no need to use such good quality wood.
Wood. I have said it many times before that we must learn to save costs on these things. If the cost is too high and ordinary people cannot afford it, the design will be useless."
Just like before, someone designed the "fan" that Gu Qingling wanted based on the principle of a waterwheel. Gu Qingling was so happy that she hurriedly ran away from the scene.
A look at the results...
That thing is so big that it can be used by wealthy families like them, but ordinary people can't afford it.
Gu Qingling had no choice but to give the master some advice: "This version of yours is probably only affordable for wealthy families, and it's big, takes up space, and requires water... It's too troublesome. Can you design a smaller one?"
, just so high..."
She gestured, "It's just this high, the tallest one is almost as tall as a person. You can design several styles, one is as tall as a person, and the other is placed on the table. You can crank it by hand, you can step on it, you can...
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After making the request, Gu Qingling ignored it and didn't know what they could do.
"Old lady, isn't this for you? Can the one for you be the same as the one used by others?" The maid Chun laughed when she heard this and took out a whole box of pencils, "Look, they do
I have bought several kinds of pencils, and this kind of wood-colored pencil is an affordable pencil that ordinary people can afford. This kind of patterned and simpler color does not cost so many cents. But a slightly wealthier family can also afford it.
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He picked up another pencil that looked very exquisite, "Like this one, it looks very exquisite at first glance. It is used by a rich man. There is also this kind of..."
The eldest maid Chun Chun introduced them one by one.
It turned out that the pencil made of sandalwood in Gu Qingling's hand was relatively high among the grades.
Even for the one in Gu Qingling's hand, the person who created it didn't dare to use particularly good sandalwood, but used "scrap". The pencil happened to be small, so it was enough to cut the scrap into small pieces and polish it.
"Old lady, don't worry. I know that you care about the people wholeheartedly, and the people below are even more grateful. How can you not do things carefully? But they also know that you open a store to do business, and they can't let you lose money, so they press
According to the old rules, the pencils were divided into three, six, and nine grades..." The eldest maid Chun Chun said with a smile, "Let us common people benefit, and then go earn the money of those rich people."
When she said this, Gu Qingling also laughed: "Just say this to yourself and don't spread it out, otherwise others will make fun of the Yao family."
"I'll just tell you privately. I'm not stupid. I won't go out and tell others."
Gu Qingling tapped her forehead from afar: "You, you, you are almost spoiled by me."
"That's what you doted on, old lady."
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Within a few days, Yao Anhong, Yao Anyi and others received gifts from the old lady Gu Qingling - a set of pencils and notebooks.
When Yao Anhong and Yao Anyi took it out during class, their classmates were stunned.
"What's this?"
"What are you two holding? Why do I see you writing with sticks during class?"
After class, the students all gathered in front of Yao Anhong and Yao Anyi's desks and asked questions one after another.
Yao Anyi was a little proud: "This is not a stick, it is a gift given to us by the old lady, called a pencil. With this thing, it will be much easier for the teacher to take notes when giving lectures."
While talking, he took out a piece of paper and started the interview in front of everyone.
Yao Zimo was shocked when he saw it: "You can actually write?!"
"Of course, I told you, this is a pen."
Jing Jianzhang, who has a better relationship with Yao Anyi, said: "Um... Anyi, can I give it a try?"
Yao Anyi said: "Of course, I can teach you."
He gave the pen to Jing Jianzhang and taught him how to use it.
Why teach?
Because the people who studied in the Yao clan all use brushes, and the method of using pencils is different from that of brushes. If Yao Anyi didn't teach him, he was afraid that Jing Jianzhang would not only hold the brush wrongly, but also not be able to write ink.
"You can use a little more force on the pencil. It's different from a brush in that its bristles are hard."
"Of course, you can't use too much force. After all, this is ink. If you use too much force, it will break."
"It's okay if you don't know how to use it at first. If the refill breaks, just use a knife to sharpen it and it'll be fine."
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Under Yao Anyi's prompting, Jing Jianzhang wrote the first word - Jing in pencil.
Yes, that's right.
He chose his own last name.
From light to heavy, increasing the strength bit by bit, Jing Jianzhang was extremely surprised: "It feels so strange..."
Yao Zimo said impatiently: "What's weird? If you're not used to it, just give it to me and I'll use it. I'm not surprised at all."
Jing Jianzhang glared at him.
Yao Anyi said: "Ignore him, write your own. Anyway, everyone has a chance, wait until you finish writing."
The people next to him also urged Jing Jianzhang to hurry up, they also wanted to try.
There was no need for Yao Anyi to greet him at all. The students all lined up spontaneously, waiting to try out the pencils.
There were too many classmates in the class, so Yao Anyi had no choice but to contribute all the pencils he and Yao Anhong had.
"Ah... Bian Ren, you used too much force and the pen refill broke!"
"Oh, can you write? Give me the pen, it's my turn."
"I just wrote a word."
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Even so, we couldn't get everyone in line during one class break.
When the teacher walked into the classroom, he saw this picture.
He coughed lightly and asked what everyone was doing, but he didn't even hear the school bell when it rang.
Bian Ren immediately raised the broken pen in his hand and said, "Sir, we are trying a new pen."
"New pen?"
Jing Jianzhang also said, "Well, it's a new pen from the Yao family. It's called a pencil. It doesn't need to be dipped in ink to write. It's amazing."
When the husband heard this, he became interested.
The pen in Bian Ren's hand was broken and he couldn't give it to his husband, so he asked other students to contribute.
When the husband tried it, he exclaimed: "Can you really write?!"
"Sir, this is a pen. Of course it can write. This pen is a little different from the brush, but it is very convenient. Sir, you can take notes in class, or if you need to record something when you go out..."
The husband looked at the small notebook in Yao Anyi's hand, then looked at the pencil in his own hand, and said that it was indeed "convenient".
