Brush calligraphy is really not Han Cheng's strong point. He has been accustomed to using hard pens since he was a child and has never learned calligraphy. He has trouble using the brush at all.
But at this time, there was no good way to make a hard pen, so I had to bite the bullet.
If it were in later generations, Han Cheng really would not have the courage to write with a brush in front of others. After all, his face is not as thick-skinned as the "calligraphy masters" who shoot ink.
But now is the primitive era. Looking at the two people around him, the wizard and Shitou, who have stopped wearing animal skins in the past two years, Han Cheng feels that there is no problem in showing some ugliness.
After all, the characters of witch and stone are not much better.
In the Qingque tribe, characters are just a carrier for recording things, and they are far from being developed into a form of calligraphy.
Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that Han Cheng, who taught them at the beginning, couldn't write any beautiful calligraphy.
After folding the rough paper, Han Cheng cut it into four parts with a knife. Now one of the pieces was placed on the slate table, with two stones on both sides pressing it down to serve as a paperweight.
Han Cheng sat there calmly, holding a pen and writing seriously.
Originally I wanted to write my own name, but after some thought I changed it to "Tadpole Looking for Mom", the first magnificent masterpiece of the Qingque Tribe.
Shoddy paper, shoddy ink, and a person who had basically never used a writing brush. When the three of them came together, nothing happened. What happened was only adding insult to injury.
Looking at the words that were not very visible on the rough paper and looked like ghost drawings, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed even though he had made enough mental preparations before.
"This thing is not very perfect. Once it is done, it will be convenient to write."
Ignoring the incredulous looks from Wu and Shitou, Han Cheng, with a solemn expression, took the blame seriously.
Even if I beat him to death, he wouldn't say that such a result is mainly because his calligraphy is too bad...
Hearing what Shenzi said, the two part-time intellectuals from the Qingque tribe also showed their true expressions.
Let's just say that according to the wisdom of the Son of God, there is no way he would have used something that he admired so much to write words that would be unrecognizable if he had not memorized "Tadpole Looking for Mom" long ago.
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Seeing the witch still looking stone, Han Cheng quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This matter was really suspenseful today.
However, if you have good ink, you can pluck the feathers of the wild goose and make a wild goose quill pen, which should make writing much easier.
Thinking like this, Han Cheng then secretly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.
No matter how good his calligraphy is, he still has a deep attachment to things handed down from ancient times.
There are not a few people who have this complex, which is the main reason why people are so indignant when they see some people seeking fame and reputation using so-called innovation to insult traditional calligraphy.
Han Cheng looked at the calligraphy brush in his hand. The calligraphy pen made of fresh materials was not comfortable to use.
On the one hand, he is not used to using a brush, and on the other hand, the pen tip is not very suitable for writing.
It cannot absorb water and retain ink. If you cannot write a few words after dipping it, you need to dip it again.
It seems that pure wolf hair is not suitable for making brushes, and we need to find ways to improve it.
The not-so-qualified brush came into Wu's hands. The novel Wu held it and looked left and right for a while, then he began to imitate Han Cheng, dipping ink in the bowl, and applying a rather awkward posture on the paper.
written on the back.
He was used to using hard stone pens to carve words on ceramic boards, but he was also not used to using soft brushes. The entire tip of the pen fell apart with the first stroke. With one stroke, two hairs of Fujiang were worn away.
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Fortunately, the paper is thick enough and absorbs water well, otherwise, it would probably just poke a hole.
"Son of God..."
The shaman, whose hands were stained with some ink, held up the scattered brush and looked at Han Cheng helplessly.
At this moment, the witch looked very much like a child who had made a mistake. Han Cheng couldn't help but smile. People said he was an old child, and it seemed true at this moment.
As people get older, sometimes their behavior does look extremely childlike.
"It's okay, just dip it in ink and it'll be fine..."
Han Cheng smiled and said to Wu.
After Wu dipped the brush in the ink bowl as Han Cheng said, the scattered brush returned to its original shape.
While Wu Da was impressed by the magic of the calligraphy brush, he also became somewhat interested in this novel writing method. He dipped in ink, which was not very good, and wrote and drew on the cardboard. After using up a piece of cardboard, he gradually got used to it.
The pen is a completely different kind of brush.
"Write on this."
After Jian Wu finished writing on the clean side of the cardboard, he turned it over to write on the side he had written on before. Han Cheng handed the other pieces of cardboard to Wu.
The paper produced this time was too rough, and Han Cheng did not have the courage to have too close contact with it.
Since Wu Ting is interested, why not let him practice calligraphy.
After writing on another piece of paper, Wu's face and hands were stained with ink stains. This is the most common situation for new users of calligraphy brushes.
Wu held the brush and looked around, feeling that although the new writing instrument made by Shenzi was not as easy to use as the stone pen, it was still relatively novel.
After looking at it carefully for a while, he handed the brush to Shi Shi who had been waiting for a long time.
Looking at Wu who was very interested in calligraphy brushes, Han Cheng's heart moved, and an idea appeared in his mind.
"Wu, what do you think of this thing?"
Han Cheng asked.
"It's not as easy to use as stone pens and clay tablets..."
That's how primitive people are, they generally don't beat around the bush and just say what they have to say.
Han Cheng sniffed. This is indeed a very commendable point, but sometimes it can be more hurtful, like now.
"This is the beginning of paper, brushes and ink that are not easy to use. Once the paper is made thin and strong, the brushes are made to absorb ink better, and it is easier to write, and the ink is more visible, you will find that,
This thing will be more useful than stone pens and clay tablets.
A piece of paper this big and thin can record more things than two heavy clay tablets.
As for the many ceramic plates currently stored in the house, I only need paper with the same thickness as the ceramic plates to record them all..."
Han Cheng graciously forgave Wu for being upright, and then began to tell Wu the benefits of brushes, ink, and paper, and told Wu and Shitou, two cultural figures, about the development prospects of paper and brushes.
In order to highlight the usefulness of paper in recording text, Han Cheng deliberately contrasted paper with ceramic boards.
He did this, on the one hand, to rectify the names of paper and brushes, and on the other hand, he wanted to trick Wu and Shitou into studying brushes, paper and ink, and improving these things.
In this way, he doesn't have to be bothered by these things and can focus his limited energy on raising children and getting bronzes.
As for whether witches and stones can improve these things, Han Cheng has no doubt at all.
On the one hand, it was because in the process of their improvement, he, a person who only had a little knowledge of many things, could provide them with some guidance.
On the other hand, it is out of confidence in the people of the tribe.
After coming to the Qingque Tribe, Han Cheng saw many such people and things.
For example, Hei Wa who likes to make pottery, Lie who does carpentry and weaving, and Junior Brother Sha who likes archery...
With their unremitting efforts, they have all achieved certain achievements in a certain field and gained a sense of accomplishment.
Han Cheng has also analyzed this situation. First, the food in the tribe is relatively abundant, which can free them from the long-term labor of obtaining food, allowing them to have enough time to do other things besides obtaining food.
The second reason is the ‘simple’ minds of everyone in the tribe.
Because they are 'simple-minded', they don't have too many other thoughts and will continue to do the things they are determined to do.
In many things in the world, the only difference between failure and success, between mediocrity and achievement is the word "persistence".
Witches and stones, these two people do not lack this quality that is relatively common in this era, but they have not noticed it.
From this perspective, sometimes it is really difficult to distinguish between smart and stupid.
Sure enough, after saying these words, he received the same result as Han Cheng expected.
Wu and Shitou stood there in a daze, their mouths a little big, looking at the simple pen and ink on the paper, their expressions a little dull.
Such an inconspicuous thing can actually have such a big effect?
(The second chapter is delivered. I got up at three o'clock in the morning to work on my paper, so that I felt dizzy. It's raining heavily, and it will get cooler soon. I can have a good sleep at night. There are only two chapters today.
Well, I have something to do tomorrow, and I will make up for the missing chapter the day after tomorrow. In addition, I would like to ask capable book friends to support the original version. It is not easy to do anything. Writing a novel is also a matter of lighting a lamp and burning oil. I just open my eyes every day.
