The yellowed paper is not very smooth. You can see the raised hairs and some small pits on it without looking closely.

It is also not tough enough and can be easily torn into pieces. There are also some very obvious fibers on the paper that have not been completely crushed.

To put it bluntly, the overall look is very similar to the yellow paper money that is often used to burn for the deceased in later generations. If there are some small pieces of tin foil in it, it will be exactly the same.

Despite this, Han Cheng still smiled very happily, because this was the most paper-like paper he had ever obtained since he made paper!

This kind of paper can finally be used to wipe my butt!

The happiness brought by 'gaining' is actually a very wonderful thing. It depends to a large extent on a person's status and needs.

When people are about to starve to death, the sudden appearance of half a moldy steamed bun in front of them can make them ecstatic.

When delicacies become commonplace, no matter how delicious the food is, it will not make people feel too happy.

When Han Cheng came to primitive society, his material needs were undoubtedly reduced to an extremely low level.

If in later generations, anyone dared to hold such a piece of paper and wave it in front of him like presenting a treasure, he would be beaten up without saying a word.

But now everything was different. Not only did he not have the slightest intention of beating Shi Tou, but he kept patting Shi Tou on the shoulders with his hands, expressing enough approval and praise for Shi Tou's ability to make such paper.

Shitou's face flushed red. In the tribe, even an adult would be delighted to be praised like this by the Son of God, let alone someone like Shitou who had only been an adult for a short time.

The witch who had fed the rabbit cub came out upon hearing the news. He cut a piece of paper into four pieces with a copper knife. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a few brushes he had made from the inner room, and also found a bowl and an ink ball.

Put a small ball of ink into a bowl, add some water in it, use a small, slender stone to press it slowly, grind it a little bit, and slowly the shallow cool water will turn black.

Compared with the ink that Han Cheng had hurriedly made before, the quality of this ink was much better, at least it was much thicker.

And there are no more small particles.

Wu put a lot of thought into making these little ink balls.

Later, under Han Cheng's intentional or unintentional guidance, I began to use the relatively sticky rosin to dip the bottom of the ceramic pot in small amounts.

The ash from smoking under the ceramic pot is very fine and has no particles.

There was enough ash from the bottom of the pot that slowly it began to look like ink.

These little black balls are Wu’s previous masterpiece.

The reason why they were made into little ink balls was because Wu thought the round little balls were very pretty.

Another reason is that the ink he makes now cannot be made into large ink sticks.

However, as the quality of the ink becomes better and harder, and the small ink balls become difficult to open, they will not be far from becoming ink sticks.

Wu prepared the ink and picked out a brush that he thought was the best and gave it to Han Cheng, asking Han Cheng to try the paper which had obviously improved a lot.

Looking at Wu and Shitou who were looking at him eagerly, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle slightly.

In fact, what he wanted to do most now was not to use a brush to test whether the papers were suitable for writing, but to take it to the toilet to try whether it was useful for wiping his butt.

Thinking back to the tragic experiences of the past few years, this thought in Han Cheng's mind became stronger and stronger.

But now that Wu and Shitou were staring at him so eagerly, Han Cheng felt a little embarrassed to do it.

Besides, it was already past midnight, so he didn't have much desire to go to the bathroom.

So he suppressed the idea of ​​trying out the most important function of paper, took the brush from Wu, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the paper.

Without thinking, he acted out the magnificent masterpiece that everyone in the Green Bird Tribe was familiar with, The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother.

The current brushes are much better than the crudely made ones Han Cheng had made by cutting off Fu Jiang's hair. They are made from wolf hair and rabbit hair in a ratio of about seven to three.

Not only does it absorb ink well, but it also writes smoothly.

The pens, ink and paper were of good quality, so that even Han Cheng, who was not very good at writing, could write calligraphy that was not that difficult to recognize.

After writing a few words, he stopped and turned the paper over to have a look. There was some ink on the back of the paper, which had dyed the stone table underneath a little black.

The happy stone suddenly wasn't so happy anymore.

I thought the paper produced this time was very good, but I didn't expect that it was still not suitable for writing and had such a big flaw.

But his unhappiness did not last long.

Compared with before, the paper he makes now has made great progress, and he is confident that he can make better paper!

Shi Tou stared at the paper damp with ink and clenched his fists.

Han Cheng, who had been keeping an eye on Shi Tou, originally wanted to comfort this guy when he saw Shi Tou's lost look. However, before he could open his mouth, he saw Shi Tou's clenched fists and immediately swallowed back the words he was about to say.

I was worrying too much. Based on the tenacity this guy has shown, he will not be defeated by such a setback.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he nodded slightly, and continued to write extremely ugly words with the brush without saying anything...

Looking at "The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother" written by Han Chengshu, Wu's eyes, which had become cloudy due to age, became bright.

He was not moved by Han Cheng's touching calligraphy that looked like graffiti, but because he remembered the words that the Son of God had said before.

A stack of paper as thick and as large as a pottery tablet could record everything recorded on all the pottery tablets in the tribe.

To be honest, before, although Wu expressed his belief in what the Son of God said, this belief still contained some doubts.

It’s not that I don’t trust Han Cheng enough, but this matter is really too unbelievable.

Because since the arrival of the Son of God, the things recorded in the tribe have obviously increased rapidly.

By now, the clay tablets used by the tribe to record things have taken up most of the room!

So many things can be recorded all with just such a small piece of paper. It's unbelievable!

But now, after seeing the paper made from stone, all the doubts in Wu's heart disappeared.

Shen Zi is right, paper is really the best writing material!