I Am a Primitive Man

Chapter 579

Calligraphy with a brush is really not Han Cheng's strong point. He has been used to using a hard pen since he was a child, and he has never learned calligraphy, so it is not easy to use a brush.

But at this time, there is no good way to make a hard pen, so I can only bite the bullet.

If it was in later generations, Han Cheng really didn't have the courage to write with a brush in front of people. After all, his skin is not as thick as the "calligrapher" who shoots ink.

But now is the primitive era, looking at Wu and Shitou who have not worn animal skins for the past two years, Han Cheng feels that it is okay for him to show some ugliness.

After all, Wu and Shishi's characters are not much better.

In the Qingque tribe, characters are just a carrier for recording things, and they are far from developing into a kind of calligraphy.

Of course, this also has something to do with the inability of Han Cheng, who taught them at the beginning, to write such beautiful characters.

After the rough paper was folded, Han Cheng cut it into four parts with a knife, and now one of them is placed on the slate table, with two stones pressed on both sides to act as a paperweight.

Han Cheng sat there calmly, writing with a pen in his hand.

I originally wanted to write my own name, but after thinking about it, I changed it to "Little Tadpole Looking for Mother", the first magnificent work of the Qingque Tribe.

Roughly made paper, shoddy ink, plus a person who basically has never used a brush, the three of them together did not have a negative or positive thing, and what happened could only make things worse.

Looking at the inconspicuous, ghost-like characters on the rough paper, even though he had made enough psychological preparations before, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"This thing is not very perfect, it will be done in time, and it will be convenient to write."

Ignoring Wu and Shitou's unbelievable eyes, Han Cheng, with a serious face, threw the blame in a serious manner.

Even if you 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 cultural men of the Qingque tribe also showed their original expressions.

Just to put it bluntly, according to the wisdom of the Son of God, it would be impossible to use something he admired to write words that would be unrecognizable if he hadn't memorized "Little Tadpole Looking for His Mother" long ago. .

Looking at the appearance of the witch and the stone,

Han Cheng quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This matter is really suspenseful today.

However, if you have good ink, you can pull out the feathers of wild geese and make wild goose brushes like quills, and you should be able to write much more smoothly.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng secretly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

No matter how well he writes with a brush, he still has a deep affection for things that have been handed down since ancient times.

There are not a few people who have this kind of complex, which is the main reason why people feel so indignant when they see some people who are trying to gain fame use so-called innovations to insult traditional calligraphy.

Han Cheng looked at the brush in his hand. The brush book 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 tip of the brush is not very suitable for writing.

It can't absorb water, and it can't retain ink. If you can't 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 it needs to find ways to improve it.

The not-so-qualified writing brush came into Wu's hand, and after looking left and right for a while, the rather novel Wu began to imitate Han Cheng, dipping ink in the bowl and brushing ink on the paper in a rather awkward posture. writing on the back.

He was used to engraving characters on ceramic boards with hard stone pens, but he was also not used to soft brushes. With the first stroke, the entire tip of the brush fell apart, and with one stroke, two Fu Jiang's hairs were worn away. .

Fortunately, the paper is thick enough and absorbs water well, otherwise, this blow will only poke a hole.

"Son of God..."

Wu, whose hands were stained with some ink, held up a loose brush and looked at Han Cheng helplessly.

At this moment, looking at the witch who looked like a child who made a mistake, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile in his heart. Everyone said that he was an old child, and it seemed true at this time.

When people get older, sometimes they behave like children.

"It's okay, just dip in the ink again..."

Han Cheng said to Wu with a smile.

After Wu dipped the brush in the ink bowl according to Han Cheng's instructions, the scattered brush returned to its original state.

While Wu Da felt the magic of the writing brush, he also became interested in this novel writing method. He dipped in the not-so-good ink and wrote and drew on the cardboard. After a cardboard was used up, he gradually got used to it. The pen is completely different from the brush pen.

"Write on it."

Seeing that after Wu finished writing on the clean side of the cardboard, he turned it over to write on the side he had written on before, so Han Cheng handed Wu the other several pieces of cardboard.

The paper produced this time was too rough, and Han Cheng didn't have the courage to have too much intimate contact with it.

Since Wu Ting is interested, let him practice calligraphy.

After writing on another piece of paper, the witch's face and hands were stained with spots of ink, which is the most common situation for first-time writers.

Holding the brush, Wu looked around and felt that although the new writing tool made by Shenzi was not as easy to use as the slate pen, it was still relatively novel.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he handed the brush to the stone who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Wu who was quite interested in brushes, Han Cheng's heart moved, and a thought appeared in his mind.

"Wu, what do you think of this thing?"

Han Cheng asked.

"It's not as easy to use as stone pencils and ceramic plates..."

Primitive people are like this, they generally don't beat around the bush, they just say what they have.

Han Cheng sniffled. This is indeed a commendable point, but sometimes it hurts, like now.

"This is the beginning of the paper and the brush and ink are not easy to use. When the paper is made thin and strong, the brush is made more ink-absorbing, easier to write, and the ink is more visible, you will find that, This thing will work better than slate pencils and clay plates.

Such a large and thin piece of paper can record more things than two thick ceramic plates.

As for the many pottery plates currently stored in the house, we only need paper of the same thickness as the pottery plates to record them all..."

Han Cheng graciously forgave Wu's uprightness, and then began to tell Wu the benefits of brushes, ink, and paper, and to Wu and Shitou, two cultural people, about the development prospects of paper brushes.

In order to highlight the usefulness of paper in recording text, Han Cheng deliberately made a comparison between paper and ceramic plates.

He did this, on the one hand, to justify the names of paper and brushes, and on the other hand, he wanted to fool Wu and Shito into studying brushes, paper and ink, and improve these things.

In this way, he doesn't have to be entangled in these things, so he can devote his limited energy to raising the baby and making bronze wares.

As for whether Wu Youshi can improve these things, Han Cheng has no doubts at all.

On the one hand, it is because in the process of their improvement, many of his things are just a person with a little knowledge who can give them some guidance.

On the other hand, it is out of confidence in the tribe.

After coming to the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng has seen many such people and things.

For example, Hei Wa who likes to make pottery, like Lai who does carpentry and weaving, like 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 done an analysis of this situation. Firstly, the food in the tribe is relatively sufficient, which can free them from the long-term labor of obtaining food and allow them to have enough time to do things other than food.

The second is the 'simple' minds of everyone in the tribe.

Because of the 'simple mind', they don't have too many other thoughts, and they will continue to do what they are looking for.

In many things in the world, the difference between failure and success, mediocrity and achievement is the word "persistence".

The witch and the stone, these two people do not lack this kind of quality that is relatively common in this era and they have not noticed.

From this point of view, sometimes it is really difficult to distinguish between smart and stupid.

Sure enough, after these words were exported, the result was the same as Han Cheng expected.

Wu and Shitou stood there in a daze, their mouths were a little too big, looking at the simple pen, ink and paper, their expressions were a little dull.

Such an inconspicuous thing actually has such a big effect?

(Chapter 2 delivered, got up at 3:00 this morning to work on papers, so that the whole person will be dizzy. It is raining heavily, and the sky will cool down soon, so I can sleep well at night. Today is only two chapters Well, I have something to do tomorrow, and the owed chapter will be made up the day after tomorrow. In addition, I still want to ask capable book friends to support the original version. It is not easy to do anything. Writing is also a matter of lighting a lamp. A thousand words are waiting...)

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