"Of course I can record everything on the pottery plate."

Han Cheng thought about the instructions inside the medicine box. How could there be so many words on such a small piece of paper? He nodded solemnly to the two of them.

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

What? You didn't write down everything on the pottery? That's because you didn't do a good job with the pen and paper. Keep working on it...

Han Cheng thought shamelessly like this, then smiled and shook his head. The words carved by Wu and the stone on the pottery were not small, especially the ones carved by Wu, which were bigger, because his eyesight was not very good.

In this case, normal paper of the same thickness as the ceramic plate is not even needed, and everything on the ceramic plates in the house can be copied down, so there is no need to use the fonts in the instructions.

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

Wu immediately expressed his willingness to learn papermaking from the Son of God and to make better paper.

Han Cheng smiled and disagreed.

It's not that he is too complacent. He has spent a lot of effort in guiding the witch before, and now he has finally tricked the witch into wanting to make paper. But he speaks directly and decisively.

The reason for this is that papermaking is not an easy job.

From processing tree bark to pounding paper pulp, all of these require a relatively strong physique to support.

Wu is old, so it would be more appropriate to let Shitou, who has just reached adulthood, do such things.

As for Wu, all he needs is a brush and some ink. These two are small items, and there is no need to make a big fuss when improving them, which is suitable for an elderly person like Wu.

As for the stone, this guy will definitely be able to make paper. The reason for this confidence is not that Han Cheng is arrogant, but that he is absolutely sure.

"After the paper is made, it can be used to make Kongming lanterns, which are better than snake skin."

Han Cheng looked at the stone with a smile and spoke slowly.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Shitou immediately became energized, pounding his chest and saying that he would definitely make good paper.

Looking at the two people who were fully mobilized, Han Cheng smiled very happily.

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

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

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

When making paper for the second time, Han Cheng learned from his first lesson and only used the thin inner skin of the bark, and did not use the old skin on the outside.

Moreover, when pounding, the pulp was pounded more finely, and when the pulp was put onto the simple sieve, not as much was put onto it as the first time.

With these changes, the paper produced the second time was much more like paper than the first time, and the improvement was obvious.

This is easy to understand. Just like a person who gets zero on an exam, as long as he makes a little effort, he can surpass his current score.

But the further we go, the more time and effort it takes to move forward, and the progress is not as obvious as before.

This is another reason why Han Cheng asked Shitou to study papermaking - Shitou is young, and if nothing unexpected happens, he still has many years to live, and can spend decades studying the more complicated papermaking, but Wu is not capable of that.

It sounds a bit cruel, but it is the fact and we cannot ignore it.

The second batch of paper was such a huge improvement over the first, which greatly encouraged Shitou, and Han Cheng naturally became a hands-off boss.

The witch has now become extremely scary. The animals in the tribe tremble when they see him, especially the Fu ones, who would rather die than get close to the witch.

Because of his thin hair, Wu has now completely turned into a hair-pulling maniac. Whenever he sees an animal, he wants to pluck a handful of hair from it and use it to make a brush.

The rabbit that he often held in his arms and a sheep in the deer pen are now half bald. They have been fleecing the Green Bird tribe too much.

Fortunately, the weather is warm now. If it were winter, I'm afraid the two guys would be miserable.

Every time Han Cheng saw these two guys with half of their clothes missing, his face couldn't help but twitch.

It turns out that your uncle is always your uncle. He is so stubborn that he will pull out the hair of an animal. If he catches one, he will pull it to death.

Han Cheng didn't quite understand at first, until one day he saw Wu's head with sparse hair, then he suddenly realized why Wu was so cruel.

Under Wu's crazy operation, the number of brushes in the Qingque tribe is increasing.

There were brushes made from wolf hair, rabbit hair, sheep hair, deer hair, wild boar hair, and the witch even made some with chicken hair and goose feathers. He even used some of the hair that fell off when shaving to make brushes.

It can be said that anyone with hair in the tribe was not spared by him.

So much so that in recent times, Han Cheng always felt a chill on his scalp whenever he saw Wu.

There is some effect, but it is not ideal.

The pen made of pure wolf hair is relatively hard and has poor water absorption. The pen made of rabbit hair and wool is too soft and absorbs ink too strongly. As for the pen made of wild boar bristle, it is even more useless. It is not a pen at all, but a brush...

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was scratching his head, and did not give any further reminders.

The witch has tried all the hairs that can be tried in the tribe. Now that things have come to this, it is only a matter of time before the different hairs are mixed together and combined.

Days passed by, and the passing of time bent the old man's body, gave birth to new life, and made the Qingque tribe full of bent millets...

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

Crystal clear sweat slid down the bronze skin, and happy smiles filled every face.

With a squeaking sound, wheelbarrows moved back and forth on the stone road between the fields and threshing floors, transporting the heavy harvest.

The dried millet was put into the granary, and everyone felt at ease. With the millet, they would not go hungry for a long time in the future.

Being able to have enough food and clothing in this era makes people feel proud just thinking about it.

After an autumn wind blew away a few yellow leaves, the area around the Qingque tribe suddenly became empty, and the fields were clean, as if they had been cleaned deliberately by someone.

Han Cheng, standing on the wall, looked at the vast fields with a smile on his face.

What needs to be done has been done, and next is another trip to Tongshan.