Calligraphy is really not Han Cheng's strong point. He has been used to using hard pens since he was a child and has never learned calligraphy, so he is not at all comfortable using a brush.
But at that time there was no better way to make hard pen, so I had to grit my teeth and do it.
If it were in later times, Han Cheng would not have the courage to write with a brush in front of others. After all, his face was not as thick as that of a "calligraphy master" who could shoot ink.
But now is the primitive age. Looking at Wu and Shitou, the two people around him who only stopped wearing animal skins in the last two years, Han Cheng felt that it was okay for him to make a fool of himself.
After all, the words written by Wu and Shitou are not much better.
In the Qingque tribe, characters are just a medium for recording things and are far from developing into a kind of calligraphy.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Han Cheng, who taught them at the beginning, was not able to write beautiful characters.
After the rough paper was folded, Han Cheng cut it into four pieces with a knife. Now one of the pieces was placed on the slate table, with two stones on both sides acting as paperweights.
Han Cheng sat there steadily, holding a pen and writing seriously.
I originally wanted to write my own name, but after thinking about it, I changed it to "The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother", the first magnificent work of the Green Bird Tribe.
Shoddy paper, shoddy ink, and a person who had hardly ever used a brush, these three together did not result in a positive outcome, but instead made the situation worse.
Looking at the barely noticeable, scrawled words on the rough paper, Han Cheng couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, even though he had prepared himself mentally.
"This stuff isn't that perfect, but when it's done in time, it'll be easy to write."
Ignoring the somewhat incredulous looks from Wu and Shitou, Han Cheng, with a serious expression, seriously tried to pass the buck.
Even if you beat him to death, he would never say that this result was mainly due to his bad calligraphy...
After hearing what the Son of God said, the two charlatans and part-time intellectuals of the Qingque tribe also revealed an expression of enlightenment.
That is to say, according to the wisdom of the Son of God, there is no way he would use something that he highly praised to write something that would be unrecognizable if he had not memorized "The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother" by heart.
Looking at the appearance of Wu and Shitou, Han Cheng quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Today's matter is really suspenseful.
However, if you have good ink, you can pluck a goose feather and make a goose feather brush similar to a quill pen. It should be much easier to write with.
Thinking of this, Han Chengsui secretly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.
No matter how well he writes calligraphy, he still has a deep attachment to things passed down from ancient times.
There are quite a few people who have this complex, which is the main reason why people are so indignant when they see some people who are seeking fame and reputation insulting traditional calligraphy with so-called innovation.
Han Cheng looked at the brush in his hand. This brush made of fresh materials was not comfortable to use.
On the one hand, he was not used to using a brush, and on the other hand, the brush tip was not very suitable for writing.
It cannot absorb water and cannot retain ink. You can only write a few words with one dip before dipping it again.
It seems that pure wolf hair is not suitable for making brushes, and we need to find ways to improve it.
The not-so-good brush came into Wu's hands. Curious, he looked at it from left to right for a while, then began to imitate Han Cheng, dipping it in ink in a bowl and writing on the back of the paper in a rather awkward posture.
He was used to using a hard stone pen to carve on pottery plates, and was also not used to using a soft brush. With the first stroke, he pressed the entire pen tip apart, and with one stroke, he wore off two of Fu Jiang's hairs.
Fortunately, the paper is thick enough and absorbent, otherwise it would probably have made a hole.
“Son of God…”
The witch, whose hands were stained with ink, held up the scattered brush and looked at Han Cheng helplessly.
At this moment, the witch looked very much like a child who had made a mistake. Han Cheng couldn't help but smile in his heart. People say that the old witch is a child, and it seems to be true at this moment.
When people get older, sometimes their behavior really does look like that of a child.
"It's okay, just dip it in ink again..."
Han Cheng said to Wu with a smile.
After Wu dipped the brush into the ink bowl as Han Cheng said, the scattered brush strokes returned to their original state.
While Wu Da was impressed by the magic of the brush, he also became interested in this novel way of writing. He dipped the brush in not-so-good ink and wrote and drew on the cardboard. After using up a piece of cardboard, he gradually got used to the brush, which was completely different from the slate pen.
"Write it here."
After seeing Wu finish writing on the clean side of the cardboard, he turned it over and wrote on the side where he had written before. Han Cheng handed the other pieces of cardboard to Wu.
The paper produced this time was too rough, and Han Cheng did not have the courage to have too much close contact with it.
Since Wu is quite interested, why not let him practice calligraphy?
After finishing writing on another piece of paper, Wu's face and hands were stained with ink spots. This is the most common situation when using a brush for the first time.
The witch looked around while holding the brush and felt that although this new writing tool made by the Son of God was not as convenient as the slate pencil, it was quite novel.
After looking at it carefully for a while, he handed the brush to Shi Tou who had been waiting for a long time.
Looking at Wu who was quite interested in the brush, Han Cheng's heart moved and an idea came into his mind.
"Wu, what do you think of this thing?"
Han Cheng asked.
"It's not as useful as a slate or a ceramic tablet..."
Primitive people are like this, they generally don't beat around the bush and just say what they think.
Han Cheng sniffed. This was indeed a commendable point, but it could be quite hurtful sometimes, like now.
"At first, the paper, brush and ink were not easy to use. When the paper was made thin and strong, the brush was made to absorb ink better and easier to write with, and the ink was more visible, you would find that this thing would be better than the slate and pottery board.
A piece of paper this large and thin can record more than two thick ceramic plates.
As for the numerous ceramic plates currently stored in the room, we only need paper of the same thickness as the ceramic plates to record them all..."
Han Cheng generously forgave Wu's honesty, and then began to tell Wu the advantages of brushes, ink, and paper, and told Wu and Shitou, two cultural figures, about the development prospects of paper and brushes.
In order to highlight the usefulness of paper in recording text, Han Cheng deliberately compared paper with pottery.
He did this on the one hand to give paper and brushes a good name, and on the other hand to trick Wu and Shitou into studying brushes, paper and ink and improving them.
In this way, he wouldn't have to be bothered by these things and could focus his limited energy on taking care of the children and dealing with bronze ware.
As for whether Wu and Shitou could improve these things, Han Cheng had no doubt at all.
On the one hand, during the process of their improvement, he, who only has a limited understanding of many things, can provide them with some guidance.
On the other hand, it is out of confidence in the people of the tribe.
After coming to the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng has seen many such people and things.
For example, Heiwa who likes to make pottery, Bo who does carpentry and weaving, and 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 once analyzed this situation. On the one hand, the food in the tribe was sufficient, which could free them from the long-term labor of obtaining food and give them enough time to do things other than obtaining food.
The second reason is the "simple" minds of the people in the tribe.
Because they are "simple-minded", they don't have too many other thoughts, and they will continue to do what they have identified.
For many things in this world, the difference between failure and success, between mediocrity and achievement, is just the word "persistence".
Wu and Shitou, these two people are not lacking in this quality which is quite common in this era but they have not noticed it.
From this perspective, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between intelligence and stupidity.
Sure enough, after these words were spoken, the result was the same as Han Cheng expected.
Wu and Shitou stood there in a daze, their mouths wide open, looking at the simple pen, ink and paper with dull expressions.
How could such an inconspicuous thing have such a great effect?
(The second chapter has been sent to you. I got up at 3 a.m. today to work on my thesis, and I feel dizzy all over. It is raining heavily now, and the weather will soon become cooler, so I can have a good sleep tonight. I will only write two chapters today. I have something to do tomorrow, so I will make up the chapter I owe the day after tomorrow. In addition, I would like to ask capable book friends to support the genuine version. Nothing is easy. Writing a novel is also hard work. Every day when I open my eyes, there are thousands of words waiting for me...)