Putting away his grievance, Di Renjie took a deep breath and managed to calm down.
He picked up the notebook on the stand and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, please be quiet!"
However, in such a noisy scene with so many people, how could Di Renjie's child's voice be heard over so many people.
Just when Di Renjie was at a loss what to do, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the strange iron lump lying aside.
Di Renjie recalled that his teacher had told him that if the scene was very chaotic, he could use this object to calm the situation.
Ever since, Di Renjie picked up this strange object called a 'loudspeaker' with a skeptical attitude.
The strange thing is that as soon as Di Renjie picked up the loudspeaker, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and some people even covered their ears.
"Hurry up and cover your ears! The Mu family is going to use that magic weapon again!" This is someone who has seen the power of a loudspeaker.
"What magic weapon?" Obviously, this is the first time someone has come to join in the fun.
"That iron bump can turn people's voices into thunder! Good guy, my second uncle suffered a loss last time, and now he's still deaf!"
Although it sounds quite mysterious, everyone would rather believe it or not, so they all covered their ears.
Seeing this, Di Renjie was stunned for a moment.
The teacher is truly a god. As soon as he picked up the loudspeaker, everyone fell silent.
In Di Renjie's mind, Muchuan's status has reached a new height.
All in all, since Di Renjie had already picked up the loudspeaker, there was no reason to put it down.
He shouted into the loudspeaker.
"Everyone, please look at what I have in my hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Di Renjie was almost stunned.
He never imagined that one day his voice would be as loud as thunder.
What a good baby!
Di Renjie lowered his voice and said in a normal tone: "This thing is a notebook. You can carry it with you to record various things to be recorded. Its convenience is self-evident."
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to the notebook in Di Renjie's other hand.
The appearance of a notebook is no different from an ordinary book, except that the outer cover is wrapped with waterproof fabric, making it able to withstand various harsh environments and the preservation effect is many times better.
Seeing everyone's interest, Di Renjie's eyes lit up and he quickly recited all the introductions that Muchuan had taught him.
"Perhaps everyone still has a lot of doubts, that is, where can a notebook be used?"
"Next, let me give you a few examples."
As he spoke, Di Renjie pointed at a scholar.
The scholar was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself, as if he was confused about the situation.
Di Renjie smiled and said: "Brother scholar, when you usually go out for an outing, do you have the desire to write poems?"
The scholar nodded, "Of course there is."
"Then what would you normally do when encountering this kind of situation?"
"What else can I do? Go home quickly and write it down." The scholar said with a wry smile.
This situation is not uncommon. Not only scholars, but other painters, calligraphers and the like will occasionally have inspiration. At this time, they can only rush home to prevent the inspiration from disappearing.
"Then brother scholar, haven't you lost the elegance of outings?"
"Who says it's not the case? There's nothing we can do about it. After all, inspiration is more important." The scholar also sighed.
Di Renjie shook the notebook in his hand and said with a smile: "But with the notebook, this situation will no longer exist."
"As long as you carry a notebook with you, no matter where you are, whether in the mountains or in the fields, or even when you go to the toilet, you can record all your inspirations in the notebook, and you don't have to worry about anything else!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone burst into laughter.
They weren't laughing at anything else, but this record of going to the toilet was actually a bit funny.
However, the scholar and all the scholars present did not smile at all. They were full of shock.
If what Di Renjie said is true, then this notebook is really a magical thing.
"But the question is, what's the use of just having a notebook?"
The scholar quickly expressed his doubts, "I have only paper and no pen and ink. How can I write with shit?"
This caused another wave of laughter.
Di Renjie smiled, put down his notebook, and winked at the servant on the side.
The servant knew this well, so he quickly stepped forward, opened his notebook, and wrote a line of words on it with a pencil.
"Everyone, please take a look!"
Di Renjie held up the opened notebook and showed the text on it.
The text has no special meaning, it is just a welcome speech from Longliqi.
But this strange situation of being able to write without using any ink made everyone's eyes widen.
Looking at the whole world, even a three-year-old child knows that if the pen is not stained with ink, not even a hair can be written.
"Wow, that's weird! How on earth did you write this?"
"It seems to be the effect of that brushless pen!"
"Oh my God, this is really a magic pen!"
There were some smart people among the crowd, and they quickly guessed the pencil.
Di Renjie no longer pretended, he raised his pencil and said, "What the scholar just asked is good, if there is no pen and ink, it is indeed impossible to write a book anywhere."
"But what if I tell you that this small and exquisite pen does not require ink at all, and it can be used to write books?"
Oops!
There was an uproar in the whole place.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small and exquisite pencil in Di Renjie's hand.
This is an epoch-making product. If it is possible to write without ink, then this piece of writing will become a treasure coveted by scholars all over the world.
Di Renjie said loudly: "Young man, don't worry about it anymore. This thing is called a pencil, and it is a product developed with great effort by our master."
Tutor?
Hearing this, everyone was in a daze. They were all curious about what kind of strange person this little devil's master was, who could actually create such a strange thing.
Of course, people are still paying more attention to the magic of this pencil than this.
"Pencils have changed from the traditional pen and ink, and directly abandoned the tedious process of dipping ink."
"One pencil can be used continuously for more than three days."
"And the price of a pencil is only ten cents!"
As soon as he said this, there was an uproar in the audience.
What everyone never expected was that this precious pencil was sold at such a low price.
According to their imagination, this pencil costs at least one tael of silver, right?
When everyone calmed down, Di Renjie changed the topic and said: "Of course, pencils are not sold individually. They are sold at least ten pieces. There are discounts for large quantities. If you buy a thousand words, you can get a notebook as a gift."
"I'll buy ten!"
"I'll buy a hundred!"
"I want ten thousand!"
As soon as the price was announced, a crazy crowd rushed up, everyone clamoring to buy pencils.
Di Renjie was squeezed into the crowd, and his heart was full of helplessness.
