He used it against her as soon as he developed it. Well done. It seems he hasn't been taught a lesson in a long time. He dares to mess with her again.
Narrowing her eyes, Song Tantan suddenly grabbed an insecticide spray and started spraying it indiscriminately at the person in front of her. Damn it, he thinks he's the only one who knows how to use the system? He thinks she can't do anything to him? Let's see if she doesn't spray him blind.
"Hey, Song Tantan, calm down!" Ye Moxun covered his eyes and ran away, but Song Tantan chased after him closely, spraying him with the spray. "I won't do it again, I was wrong, please stop spraying me, I'm scared of you."
"You say you're scared, but you still dare to do it. You're incorrigible. I'll never believe your nonsense again." Song Tantan said angrily, her words becoming even more vehement.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to get poisoned! Achoo!"
The villagers were used to this scene. The two kids were usually very close, inseparable, but they would bicker and even fight from time to time. Just like now, the two of them were sprinkling poison powder around without any mercy.
"Cough cough, Song Tantan, how cruel you are! Do you really want to poison me?" Ye Moxun couldn't run anymore after running for a while. He was already in good physical condition, but Song Tantan was too energetic. He couldn't outrun her. In just a short while, his face turned pale, and he was bent over panting.
"Cough, um," Song Tantan cleared her throat, realizing she could speak again. "If you dare use me as a test subject again, see if I dare to really poison you and make you eat a bottle of insecticide spray." She was furious that someone dared to poison her and make her mute.
"Just kidding. I used a very small amount. You see, the effects wore off in just a few minutes. I'm just temporarily unable to speak." Ye Moxun plopped down on the ground, closed his eyes, and thought, "Damn, I almost died from exhaustion."
"You think you can joke with me? If this happens again, I'll spray you blind." Song Tantan waved the insecticide spray, pretending to spray it into his eyes again.
"Please have mercy. I've already apologized to you. Please don't hold it against me anymore, okay?" Every time things escalated, he was the one who admitted his mistake first.
Well, he started it, but only Song Tantan dared to treat him like this. If it were anyone else, he would have poisoned them half to death, leaving them no chance to fight back.
After producing the first batch of paper, everyone became more skilled, and the second batch of paper was not so rough. They continued to improve it, and after half a month, they produced paper that could be used for writing.
Everyone was very happy. Families with children in school no longer had to worry about not having enough paper to write on. As for ink, the private school had it. No one knew who provided the ink for the private school, but in short, there was an endless supply of ink.
Of course, no one asked too many questions, for fear that if they asked too many, they would be asked to write an IOU.
Song Tantan: Of course, it's ink from the supermarket. To be honest, the quantity of ink isn't that much, since modern people use ballpoint pens.
With paper available, Ye Moxun told Zhong Qingyi to use paper in the outhouse instead of bamboo strips or sticks. Zhong Qingyi felt it was impossible to do so. How could such a noble thing as paper be used to wipe one's bottom? Even if she knew how to make paper, she wouldn't be wasting such a precious resource.
"It's just paper. There's grass, bamboo, and trees everywhere on the mountain. If you want paper, you can make it yourself. What's the big deal? It's meant to be used by people. What's wrong with wiping your butt? It's so convenient and clean. Only a fool wouldn't use it." Song Zhuiyan retorted. She was used to seeing Zhong Qingyi always using a rag to wipe her butt, then washing it again for the next time.
It doesn't feel disgusting when you wash it. If it were like this before, it would be fine, but now many men have learned to make paper, so why can't he make his own paper to use in the outhouse?
"Can't you learn it? If you can't learn it, you can learn it a few more times. I've already learned it, I'll teach you." Song Zhuiyan really did learn it, and she knew the general papermaking process.
"I really can. The stack of toilet paper I gave you last time was made by me. It can't be used for anything, just for the outhouse."
The two went hunting together today, and somehow the conversation turned to papermaking. Then Miss Song kept advising him to use paper when he went to the outhouse, instead of bamboo strips or sticks.
Sigh, if it were a man, Zhong Qingyi would have argued with him, but Song Zhuiyan is a girl. When the topic of going to the toilet suddenly came up, he was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He was too ashamed to speak. But Miss Song was too unconcerned about such things and kept talking.
After talking for a while without receiving a response, Song Zhuiyan stopped and looked back, only to see Zhong Qingyi's face turn as red as a pig's liver, her lips tightly pursed, looking very resistant.
What's wrong? He stared at her suspiciously for a while.
Song Zhuiyan belatedly realized that this was because she was shy and embarrassed.
Tsk, she just wanted him to use more paper and not be stingy. Maybe they're too familiar with each other and forgot for a moment that there are differences between men and women and that there are things to be careful about. Her words just now probably scared him.
She couldn't fully understand the thoughts of the ancients. Take her and Zhong Qingyi for example. They often went hunting in the deep mountains together and didn't spend much time alone. Perhaps because she always dressed casually, like a man, no one ever suspected that there was something between them.
Unconsciously, Song Zhuiyan overlooked the issue of gender. She didn't pay much attention to others, but she talked more with Zhong Qingyi, and they talked about almost everything. So she spoke more casually.
But every time she tried to seduce him, his face would turn a deep purplish-red, making her incredibly embarrassed.
In fact, Zhong Qingyi also went to learn papermaking. His son, A-Xun, was a teacher at a private school and used more paper than others. In order to ensure that A-Xun had paper to use, he definitely had to learn papermaking. However, he went at night, so no one knew that he had also learned papermaking.
After being scolded by Song Zhuiyan, he came back and made a large bundle of paper, which he took to his own outhouse in front of Song Zhuiyan.
Although his uncle made a lot of paper for toilet use, Ye Moxun still often asked Song Tantan for facial tissues because he was used to the delicate and soft facial tissues in the supermarket and couldn't get used to the hard and rough toilet paper.
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