I am a Primitive Man

Of course I can record everything on the pottery board.

Han Cheng recalled the instructions in the medicine box, how many words could be written on such a small piece of paper, and immediately nodded solemnly like the two of them.

I am not lying. A good pen and good paper can unleash unlimited potential.

What? You didn't write down everything on the clay board? That's because you didn't do a good job with pen and paper, keep working hard...

Han Cheng thought shamelessly, then shook his head with a smile. The characters carved on the pottery board are not very small, especially the one carved on Wu, because his eyes are not very good.

Under such circumstances, normal paper of the same thickness as the pottery board is not needed, and the things on all the pottery boards in the room can be copied without using the font on the manual.

After receiving such an affirmative answer from Han Cheng, Wu and Shitou, two people who have been engaged in tribal cultural work for a long time, looked at the pen and paper on the stone table with bright eyes.

Wu immediately expressed that he was willing to follow Shenzi to learn papermaking and make better paper.

Han Cheng smiled and did not agree.

It wasn't him, Shi Lezhi, who had spent a lot of effort to guide him, but now he finally made Wu Huyou want to make paper, but instead he opened his mouth and refused directly.

The reason for this is that making paper is not an easy job.

From making bark to pounding pulp, it needs a relatively strong body to support it.

The witch is getting old, so it is more appropriate for Shishi, who has just grown up, to do such things.

As for Wu, you can just get a brush and ink, both of which are small objects, and you don't need to go to great lengths to improve them, which is suitable for old people like Wu.

As for the stone, this guy will definitely be able to make paper. The reason why he has such confidence is not that Han Cheng is floating, but that he has absolute certainty.

After the paper is finished, it can also be used to make Kongming lanterns, which is better than snake skin.

Han Cheng looked at the stone with a smile, and said in a leisurely manner.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the stone immediately seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood,

There was a thumping sound on his chest, indicating that he would definitely make paper well.

Looking at the two people who were completely mobilized, Han Cheng smiled extremely happily.

The next step is to start to find ideas for Wu and Shitou.

The so-called finding ideas is actually very simple, that is, Han Cheng tells the two of them the appearance and performance of the paper, pen, and ink in his memory, so that they have a direction to work hard.

After saying this, he took the stone and made paper again, so that he could move forward with the current rough papermaking process.

Han Cheng learned the lesson from the first time he made paper for the second time. The material he used was only the thin skin inside the bark, and the old skin on the outside was not used at all.

And when pounding, the pounding became even more broken, and when the pulp was put on the simple sieve, it was not as much as the first time.

With these changes, the paper produced for the second time is much more like paper than the first time, and the progress is very obvious.

This is easy to understand, just like a person with a zero score in the test, as long as he works hard casually, he can surpass his current score.

But the further you go, the more time and thought you need to move forward, and the progress is not as obvious as before.

This is another reason why Han Cheng asked Stone to study papermaking——Shitou is young, and if there is no accident, he still has many years to live. He can spend decades with more complicated papermaking, but Wu Ze will not succeed.

It sounds a little cruel, but the fact is that it cannot be ignored.

Compared with the paper made for the first time, the paper made for the second time had such a great improvement, which inspired the stone, and then Han Chengcheng became the shopkeeper.

Wu had become extremely scary now, and the animals in the tribe trembled when they saw him, especially Fu Jiang, who would not come to Wu's side even if they were killed.

Because the witch with thin hair has now completely reduced to a hair-plucking maniac, when he sees an animal, he wants to go up and pull two handfuls of hair down, and then use it to make a brush.

The rabbit that he often hugged and the sheep in the deer pen were half bald by now, so don't squeeze the wool of the Qingque tribe too much.

Fortunately, the weather is warm now. If it is winter, I am afraid that the two guys will be sad.

Every time he saw these two guys with half of their clothes missing, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Sure enough, your uncle will always be your uncle, with such a personality that he can pluck out hairs, and if he catches one, he will pluck it out to death.

At first, Han Cheng didn't quite understand, until one day he saw Wu's head with thinning hair, he suddenly realized why Wu had to be so cruel.

Under Wu's crazy operation, the Qingque Tribe's writing brushes are also increasing.

There are wolf hair, rabbit hair, wool hair, deer hair, wild boar hair, and even the witch made a few with chicken hair and wild goose hair, and even the hair that fell off during shaving was removed by him Make brushes.

It can be said that as long as there is hair in the tribe, he has not let it go.

So recently, when Han Cheng saw Wu, he always felt his scalp was chilly.

The effect is not without, but it is not very 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. Not a pen at all, but a brush...

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was scratching his head, and didn't come out to remind him.

All the hairs that can be tried in the tribe have been tried by the witch, and they have all come to this point. It will be a matter of time before they mix all kinds of hairs together and combine them.

The days go by day by day, the passing time urges the body of the old man to bend, urges a new life, and urges the Qingque tribe to be full of bent millet...

After a sumptuous scythe-opening meal, the people of the Qingque tribe, who had been busy for a long time, took all kinds of tools and rushed towards the large golden ocean with joy.

Glittering sweat slid down the bronzed skin, and joyful smiles filled every face.

Amidst the creaking sound, the wheelbarrow shuttled back and forth between the field and the threshing floor on the stone road, transporting heavy harvests.

The sun-dried millet was put into the granary, and everyone was very relieved. With these millet, they would not be hungry for a long time in the future.

Being able to live comfortably in this era makes people feel proud when they think about it.

After an autumn wind, a few yellow leaves rolled down, and the surrounding area of ​​the Qingque tribe suddenly became empty. The fields were clean, as if they had been cleaned deliberately.

Standing on the fence, Han Cheng looked at the vast field with a smile on his face.

What should be done has been done, and the next step is to go to Copper Mountain.

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