"Of course I can record everything on the pottery tablet."
Han Cheng recalled the instructions in the medicine box. It was such a small piece of paper, but it could contain so many words, and he immediately nodded solemnly.
I'm not lying. With a good pen and good paper, the potential that can be unleashed is unlimited.
What? You didn’t record everything on the ceramic board? That’s because you didn’t use the pen and paper well. Keep working hard...
Han Cheng thought shamelessly, and shook his head with a smile. The characters engraved on the pottery board and the stone were not very small, especially the ones engraved on the stone were bigger, because his eyes were a bit awkward.
Under such circumstances, normal paper with the same thickness as the pottery boards, and no need for small regular script, can be used to copy down everything on the pottery boards in the house, and the fonts on the instructions are not needed.
After receiving such a positive reply from Han Cheng, Wu and Shitou, two people who had long been engaged in tribal 'cultural work', looked at the pen and paper on the stone table with their eyes shining brightly.
Wu immediately expressed his willingness to learn papermaking from the Son of God and make better paper.
Han Cheng smiled and disagreed.
It wasn't Shi Lezhi who had spent a lot of time guiding him. Now he finally fooled Wu into wanting to make paper. Instead, he refused directly.
The reason why we do this is because papermaking is not an easy job.
From making tree bark to pounding paper pulp, it all requires a relatively strong body to support it.
As Wu is getting older, it would be more appropriate for Shi Shi, who has just grown up, to do such things.
As for witches, all they need is a writing brush and ink. Both of these are small items, and they don't need to go to great lengths to improve, so they are suitable for old people like witches.
As for the stone, this guy can definitely make paper. The reason why he has such confidence is not that Han Cheng is arrogant, but that he is absolutely sure.
"After the paper is made, it can also be used to make Kongming lanterns, which are better than snake skin ones."
Han Cheng looked at the stone with a smile and spoke calmly.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out of his mouth, Shitou immediately felt like he had been beaten with blood, and his chest thumped loudly, indicating that he would definitely make paper well.
Seeing the two people who were completely mobilized, Han Cheng smiled extremely happily.
The next step is to start looking for ideas for Wu and Shitou.
The so-called finding ideas is actually very simple. Han Cheng tells the two of them the appearance and performance of paper, pen, and ink in his memory, so that they have a direction to work towards.
After saying this, he took the stone and made the paper again, so that he could move forward with the current rough papermaking process.
Han Cheng learned the lesson from the first time when making paper for the second time. The material used was only the thin bark on the inside of the bark, and the old bark on the outside was not used at all.
Moreover, when pounding, the pulp becomes even more crushed, and when the pulp is put on the simple sieve, it is not as much as the first time.
With these changes, the paper produced the second time is much more paper-like than the paper produced the first time, and the progress is very obvious.
This is easy to understand. Just like a person who scores zero on an exam, as long as he works hard, he can surpass his current score.
But the further back you go, the more time and effort it takes to move forward, and the progress is not as obvious as before.
This is another reason why Han Cheng asked Shitou to study papermaking - Shitou is young, and if nothing unexpected happens, he still has many years of good life. He can spend decades with the more complicated papermaking, and Wu Ze will not be able to do it.
It sounds a bit cruel to say it, but it is the fact and cannot be ignored.
Compared with the paper made for the first time, the paper made for the second time had such a big improvement, which inspired Shitou, and Han Chenggong naturally became the hands-off shopkeeper.
The witch has now become extremely scary, and the animals in the tribe tremble when they see him, especially Fu, who beat them to death without even coming close to the witch.
Because the shaman with thin hair has now completely become a hair-plucking mania, whenever he sees an animal, he wants to go up and pluck out a few handfuls of hair, and then use it to make a writing brush.
The rabbit he often held in his arms and the sheep in the deer pen were now half bald, and the Qingque Tribe's wool should not be pulled out too much.
Fortunately, the weather is warm now. If it were winter, the two guys would be sad.
Every time he saw these two guys with half of their clothes missing, Han Cheng's face couldn't help but twitch.
Sure enough, your uncle will always be your uncle. He can pull out his hair with such a personality that if he catches one, he will pluck it out to death.
Han Cheng didn't quite understand it at first, but it wasn't until one day when he saw Wu's head with sparse hair that he suddenly realized why Wu was so ruthless.
Under Wu's crazy operation, the number of Qingque tribe's brushes is also increasing.
There are wolf hair, rabbit hair, wool, deer hair, wild boar hair, and even some made by the witch using chicken hair and wild goose hair. He even removed some of the hair that fell when shaving his head.
Make a brush.
It can be said that as long as there is hair in the tribe, he will not let him go.
So recently, when Han Cheng saw Wu, his scalp always felt chilly.
The effect is not without effect, but it is not ideal.
Pens made of pure wolf hair are relatively hard and have poor water absorption. Pens made of rabbit fur and wool are too soft and absorb ink too much. As for pens made of boar bristles, not to mention, then
It's not a pen at all, but a brush...
Han Cheng looked at Wu who was scratching his head and did not bother to remind him.
All the hairs that can be tried in the tribe have been tried by the witches, and they have all reached this point. It is only a matter of time before they can mix various hairs together and combine them.
The days passed day by day, and the passing time bent the old man's body and gave birth to new life, so that the Qingque tribe was surrounded by bent millet...
After a sumptuous meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who had been busy for a long time, rushed towards the large golden ocean with various tools and joy.
Glittery sweat slid down his bronzed skin, and a joyful smile filled every face.
With a squeaking sound, the wheelbarrow pressed on the stone road and shuttled back and forth between the fields and the threshing floor, transporting heavy harvests.
The dried millet was put into the granary, and everyone felt at ease. With these grains, they would not be hungry for a long time in the future.
Being able to have enough food and clothing in this era makes people feel proud just thinking about it.
After an autumn wind passed, a few yellow leaves rolled down, and the area around the Qingque tribe suddenly became empty. The fields were clean, as if someone had deliberately cleaned them.
Standing on the wall, Han Cheng looked at the vast fields with a smile on his face.
What needs to be done has been done, and now it’s time to go to Tongshan again.
