Send away the rat orc, the hamster orc and the sub-beast that came with them.
Meng Yuqing and Xuan returned home. After dinner, they lay on the bed and chatted boredly.
"I'll be leaving in a few days. If you need help with anything, just tell the people left behind in the tribe." Xuan hugged Meng Yuqing and rubbed his head with his chin.
"When you mentioned that, I remembered that I had replaced the graphite a while ago. We can make ink, and the pen can also be replaced with a quill. Once these two things are made, we will be able to write much faster. We won't have to re-burn the pen when writing."
Meng Yuqing propped himself up and looked at Xuan and continued, "Let's make the feather pen first. This is easy, and you can see the finished product before you go out."
"Also, what kind of feathers do you want? Nice-looking ones?" Xuan asked, while he had already started thinking about what kind of feathers would be most suitable.
"Don't make it too thick. I want it to be just thick enough to hold." Meng Yuqing exchanged a pencil from his space and said, "It should be about this thick. A little thicker is fine."
"Also, we can open a few more classes in winter. I will still teach the current class, and the new classes will be given to those who did well last year to teach the basic knowledge. The class times will be staggered so that their studies will not be delayed." When talking about pens, Meng Yuqing remembered the classes in winter.
In fact, the construction of the tribe is nearing completion now, and classes do not necessarily have to be held in winter. Adults may still need to be busy with other things, but the cubs are not that busy.
They can attend classes even when it is not winter.
How could Meng Yuqing, who had received so many years of education, let these young kids go without education?
Compulsory education should be implemented to allow them to experience their life from childhood to adulthood.
Seeing Meng Yuqing squinting his eyes with malicious light in them, Di Xuan stopped rubbing his hands.
"What are you thinking about? A bad idea?" Xuan leaned close to Meng Yuqing, their noses touching.
Meng Yuqing stepped back and acted angry, saying, "It's not a bad idea, but am I that kind of person?"
"No, no, you are the best person, you only have good ideas." Xuan immediately rushed over and hugged the person to coax him.
"Humph!" Meng Yuqing pinched Xuan's face and said, "You're smart."
"Okay, go to sleep. I'll bring you feathers tomorrow and you can choose." Xuan reached out and covered Meng Yuqing's eyes, urging him to sleep.
"Don't cover me. I can close my eyes and sleep by myself. I don't need you to close my eyes for me." Meng Yuqing said while pulling Xuan's hand.
"Okay, okay, you go to sleep by yourself." Xuan said good-temperedly.
The paper used for study is still made of bark. When Meng Yuqing asked them to write in class, he would always say, "Now, take out your bark notebooks and bark paper."
Gradually, this tree lost its original name in the Qingshan tribe and was called the paper tree by the tribesmen.
Paper trees grow very fast, but they are still not as fast as bamboo. Thinking that he has found a lot of things this year, Meng Yuqing decided to cut young bamboo to make bamboo paper in the early spring of next year.
The production of pure handmade bamboo paper takes a long time, and before the paper is produced, they still have to write on the bark of the paper tree.
But paper bark is indeed useful. If the growth rate of this tree could be the same as bamboo, Meng Yuqing would not bother to make paper for writing.
When Meng Yuqing got up the next day, Xuan had already returned with the feather.
Looking at the pile of feathers he brought back, Meng Yuqing hurried over and picked them carefully.
As he was choosing, he realized something was wrong. Why were there flying and chain feathers among them?
He remembered that when he was making arrows, he caught a lot of flying beasts.
Picking out the chain and the flying feathers, Meng Yuqing asked Xuan, "Don't the tribe have feathers from wild animals?"
Xuan nodded and said confidently, "Yes, there are beast feathers, but aren't you going to make a pen? You have to hold it in your hand all the time. Beast feathers have a little smell, but beast feathers don't have that bad smell."
After hearing what Xuan said, I couldn't help but get closer to the feathers and smell them. There really wasn't that strange smell of feathers piled together.
Xiao Huang was kept very clean by them, and he could smell a little bit of feathers when he held them.
There was no smell on the pile of feathers that Xuan brought. Thinking back to the flying orc's back before, there was no smell even if they were wet.
He used to think that it was because the orcs of the Qingshan tribe were more clean, but now it seems that the orcs themselves don’t have that strange smell.
Looking at the other feathers that didn't belong to Fei and Lian, Meng Yuqing asked, "Are these the feathers of the orcs in our tribe?"
"Yes, but don't worry, they are not flying feathers. Their flying feathers are much thicker than what you require." Xuan explained.
Moreover, the hunt was approaching, and it was impossible for him to pluck their flight feathers.
All the feathers Xuan brought met the requirements.
Meng Yuqing took a closer look and found that in the modern world, when making feather pens, the feather tube needs to be inserted into the sand at 180 degrees to make it hard, but this step can be completely omitted for these feathers.
You can start making it right away.
He took out a knife and shaved the base of the feather into the shape of the tip of his pen.
Xuan also picked up a feather and followed him. Xuan's method of cutting feathers was much more convenient, as he could just use the animal armor directly.
After the shape is sharpened, it is time to carve the ink tube on the tip of the pen. This step has to be done by Xuan. The horn knife Meng Yuqing is holding is not specially used for making pens. He is afraid that he will accidentally cut through the feather tube.
After carving the ink tube, Meng Yuqing took out some elastic bark that could hold ink and made a small ink sac to increase the ink storage capacity of the feather pen, so that he didn't need to dip the pen in ink after each stroke.
The process was not too difficult. After the two people made two feather pens, they took out the bark paper and prepared to experiment.
Last year, when Meng Yuqing was in class, he originally used charcoal pencils, but he found that it was too difficult to use and affected his efficiency. Finally, he reluctantly changed to a fountain pen and a bottle of ink.
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