The yellowed paper is not very smooth, and you can see the raised hairs and some small pits on it without looking closely.
Moreover, it is not tough enough and can be easily broken. There are also some extremely obvious fibers on the paper that have not been completely crushed.
To put it bluntly, the overall look is very similar to the yellow paper money that was often used to burn for the deceased in later generations. If there were more bits and pieces of tin foil inside, it would be exactly the same.
Even so, Han Cheng still smiled very happily, because this was the most paper-like paper he had gotten since he took it out!
With this kind of paper, I can finally wipe my butt vigorously!
The happiness brought by "obtaining" is actually a very wonderful thing, and it largely depends on a person's status and needs.
When people are about to starve to death, half a moldy bun suddenly appears in front of them, which can make people ecstatic.
And when delicacies become commonplace, no matter how delicious food appears in front of you, it will not make people feel too happy.
When Han Cheng came to primitive society, his material needs were undoubtedly reduced to an extremely low level.
If in future generations, anyone dares to hold such a piece of paper and wave it in front of him like a treasure, without saying a word, he will definitely be treated to an old fist.
But everything was different now. Not only did he not have the slightest idea of using old tricks, but he kept patting Shi Shi's shoulders with his hands, expressing enough praise and boast for Shi Shi's ability to create such paper.
Shitou's face was rosy. In the tribe, even adults would be overjoyed to be praised like this by the Son of God, let alone a person like Shitou who has not been an adult for too long.
Wu Wenwen, who had fed the bastard, also came out. He cut a piece of paper into four parts with a copper knife. After a little hesitation, he found a few brushes he had made from the back room and a bowl.
An ink dumpling.
Put a small ink dumpling into a bowl, add some water, put a small, slender stone on top and slowly crush it, grind it little by little, and slowly make it shallow
The cold water turns black.
Compared with the ink that Han Cheng had made in a hurry before, the quality of the ink at this time was much better, at least much thicker.
And there are no more small particles.
In order to make these little ink dumplings, Wu Ke spent a lot of effort.
Later, under the guidance of Han Cheng, intentionally or unintentionally, he began to use relatively sticky rosin and dipped it under the pottery pot little by little.
The ash smoked out from under the pottery pot is very fine, with no particles present.
There was enough ash stuck to the bottom of the pot, and it gradually started to look like some ink.
These little ink dumplings are Wu Qian’s masterpiece.
The reason why they were made into small ink dumplings was because Wu thought the round balls looked very nice.
Another reason is that the ink he has produced cannot be turned into large ink ingots yet.
However, as the quality of the ink gets better and better, and it becomes harder and harder, the small ink balls will gradually become difficult to remove, and it will not be too far away from the ink ingot.
After Wu finished the ink, he selected a brush that he thought was the best and gave it to Han Cheng, asking Han Cheng to try the paper, which was obviously a great improvement.
Looking at Wu and Shitou, who looked at him with earnest eyes, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch his nose slightly.
In fact, what he wants to do most now is not to use a brush to test whether these papers are suitable for writing, but to take it to the toilet and try it out to see if it is useful for wiping buttocks.
Thinking back on the tragic experiences of the past few years, Han Cheng's thoughts became stronger and stronger.
But now that Wu and Shitou were looking at him so eagerly, Han Cheng was really embarrassed to do this.
And now that it's early in the morning, he doesn't have much desire to go to the toilet.
So he suppressed the idea of trying out the most important function of paper, took the brush from Wu's hand, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.
Without even thinking about it, I started with the magnificent masterpiece "Tadpole Finds Its Mother" that everyone in the Qingque Tribe is familiar with.
The current writing brush has also been greatly improved compared to the rough-made brushes made by Han Cheng by cutting off Fu Jiang's hair. It is made from Wu Jiang's wolf hair and rabbit hair in a ratio of about seven to three.
Not only does it absorb ink well, but it also writes smoothly.
The pen is better, the ink is better, and the paper is better, so that even Han Cheng, a person who is not very good at writing, can now recognize the calligraphy written by Han Cheng.
After writing a few words, I stopped writing and turned it over to look. There was some ink on the back of the paper, darkening the stone table below.
The happy stone suddenly became less happy.
I thought that the paper produced this time was already very good, but unexpectedly, it was still not very suitable for writing, and such a big flaw appeared.
But his unhappiness did not last long.
Compared with before, the paper he makes now has made great progress. He is confident that he can make better paper!
Shitou stared at the paper that was damp with ink and clenched his fists.
Han Cheng, who had been paying attention to Shitou, originally wanted to comfort Shitou when he saw Shitou's disappointed look. Before he could speak, he saw Shitou's clenched fists and immediately gave him the words he was about to say.
Swallowed it back.
It was because I was worrying too much. According to the tenacity shown by this guy, he would not be defeated by such a setback.
Han Cheng thought this in his heart, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly, did not speak, and continued to write extremely ugly words with a brush...
Looking at "Tadpole Looking for Mom" written by Han Cheng, Wu's eyes, which had become cloudy with age, became brighter.
It was not that he was moved by Han Cheng's touching calligraphy like graffiti, but because he remembered what the Son of God had said before.
A stack of paper as thick and large as a pottery tablet can record everything recorded on all the pottery tablets in the tribe.
To be honest, although Wu expressed his belief in what the Son of God said before, this belief still contained some doubts.
It's not that I don't trust Han Cheng enough, it's just that this thing is too unbelievable.
Because since the arrival of the Son of God, the things recorded in the tribe have obviously increased rapidly.
Now, the pottery boards used by the tribe to record things have been placed in most of the room!
There are so many things that can be recorded with only so much paper. This is so unbelievable!
But now, after seeing the paper modified from stone, all the doubts in Wu's heart disappeared.
The Son of God is right, paper is really the best writing material!
