Chapter 578 Suspecting the Lucky General of the Dog

"Paper is a good thing, a very, very good thing. It is better than ceramic boards for writing and recording things. It not only writes faster, but also records more."

After Han Cheng wailed in his heart, he began to rectify the name of the paper.

In addition to wiping buttocks, paper was the well-deserved overlord and the most suitable material in terms of recording things and serving as a cultural carrier before the emergence of the Internet.

Whether it is clay tablets that are carved and then hardened, or sheepskin and calfskin that have been tanned, they are far inferior to paper in terms of recording things and serving as cultural carriers.

Even with the continuous development of various electronic devices and the increasing popularity of electronic reading, paper still occupies an important position and cannot be completely replaced.

According to the legend, when Cangjie created characters, the world was gloomy, and ghosts were crying and gods were howling. Human beings were about to inherit knowledge, and they were frightened that they would grow stronger.

Now, in the primitive society, I have produced the paper that plays an important role in promoting cultural development and passing on knowledge. Although the starting point is somewhat different, the important role has not changed at all.

When such an important thing is born, it’s fine if the earth, heaven, ghosts and gods don’t move at all, but what’s the matter with a primitive man shaking his head at the paper beside him?

After Han Cheng's words came out, Wu, who was squatting there and staring at the paper full of puzzles, became even more puzzled.

He looked at the rough paper with some holes made by himself with a slate pen, and then turned his head to look at the serious Shenzi, feeling that the whole person was in a daze.

How can such a thing be able to record things and be more useful than ceramic plates?

Seeing Wu's reaction, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling again. It would be strange if the pen in your hand could write on it.

Han Cheng pointed to the stone pen and shook his head to Wu, "That won't work, you need to write with something else."

Wu scratched his head, pretending to have suddenly realized, then stood up and walked away in a hurry.

This straightforward posture caught Han Cheng in a daze.

When did the witch's ability to draw inferences from one example become so strong?

He just mentioned a sentence, and he ran away with such an enlightened look. Could it be that from his few words, he has already thought of brushes and ink?

Wu left quickly,

He came back quickly. In addition to the stone pen, he also had a stick for writing on the sand table and a piece of dirt in his hand.

Wu came back to the paper and scratched on it with a stick, but the result was not much different from using a slate pen.

So he put both of them down, and picked up the dirt that he didn't use very much.

The newly made paper is thick and rough, and the soil can really leave some marks when it is scratched on it.

A look of surprise appeared on Wu's face, and he felt that he had found the right method, but he soon became sad again.

Because the traces drawn by Tukela will fall off as soon as you rub them with your hands.

Han Cheng, who was surprised by this operation, had a big mouth.

Looking at Wu Wu who was looking at him with a sad face, Han Cheng smiled and began to tell Wu Wu: "This thing is not good, we need to make a new kind of pen."

Shi Shi also surrounded him at this time, and the reason why he was so active was because the witch had told him these things when he went in to get the stick for writing on the sand table just now.

As one of the best cultural people in the Qingque Tribe, he certainly cares about such things.

At this time, he and Wu were scratching their heads together, obviously unable to understand what the new pen Shenzi said looked like, and how to make it.

There is no shortage of materials for making brushes in the tribe. Han Cheng glanced at the yard, and soon fell on Fu Jiang who was lying in the shade and sleeping with his belly half exposed.

This guy is also lazy now, especially when the weather is hot and he is staying in the tribe, it is a pleasant nap to sleep.

But today Fu Jiang couldn't continue to enjoy himself, because Han Cheng came over with a knife.

The lucky general who was lying there half-closed his eyes enjoying the life of a dog, was immediately shocked when he saw this posture, and stood up directly from the ground.

Looking at the approaching Han Cheng and the knife in Han Cheng's hand, he was about to run away with a low eyebrow.

Of course, it couldn't escape the palm of Han Cheng, the grown master. After being pulled by Han Cheng and scratched forcibly for a while, he cut off some hair with a knife.

Squatting there looking at the master who left in a hurry, and then looking at the gap left on his body, Fu Jiang was suspicious of Gousheng with a dull expression.

How can anyone treat a dog like this? Dogs also need face, okay?

After Han Cheng cut off some of Fujiang's hair, the stone that went out to get turpentine also ran back quickly.

Seeing this, Han Cheng tied up the neatly trimmed wolf fur at the end with a thin rope, then inserted a thin stick into the rope, and twisted it a few times with his hands. Some of the not-so-tight ropes were immediately taut.

At this time, the turpentine in the small pottery bowl has been boiled.

Han Cheng took the wolf hair and carefully put the end of the tied rope into the bowl, soaking it with turpentine.

Then carefully put it aside to dry, waiting for the resin to solidify.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he came to the bamboo forest, broke off a few bamboo branches, found a suitable one, and cut it off at the joint. This is the pen holder.

He didn't have the time to carve and sharpen the pen barrel in a hurry, and Han Cheng only knew a process of making brushes and was not proficient in it, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The first new thing that comes out can be forgiven for being rough.

Picking up the tip of the pen and seeing that it was basically solidified, Han Cheng dipped the pine resin again, and then stuffed the hardened end into the bamboo pen holder.

Not to mention, although it looks crude, it still looks like a brush, and it is still a real wolf hair.

If you don't believe me, you can look at the lucky general over there with dull eyes and sullen doubts about Gousheng.

Putting the brush here and waiting for the gum to solidify, Han Cheng went to get ink again.

In line with the idea of ​​keeping everything simple in the primitive era, Han Cheng quickly got a half bowl of dark ink.

The raw materials of ink can also be seen everywhere, that is, the black ash on the bottom of the pottery tank that is often cooked, and some charcoal that has been ground into powder.

Of course, this kind of ink cannot be compared with the ink of later generations, even the most clumsy and stinky ink.

But I can't come up with anything too good in a hurry, and I can use it.

After waiting for a while, the brush was firmly stuck to the barrel. Han Cheng took an iron knife and cut off the hairs of different lengths on the tip of the brush, and stirred the not-so-good ink for a while. Fan, after dipping in the ink, scraped the tip of the pen on the side of the bowl in a very professional manner, coughed, cleared his throat and started to move the pen in a pretentious manner...

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