I am a primitive

At this time, the turpentine in the small pottery bowl has been boiled.

Han Cheng took the wolf hair and carefully put the end of the tied rope into the bowl, dipping it in turpentine.

Then carefully put it aside to dry, waiting for the resin to solidify.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he came to the bamboo forest, broke off a few bamboo branches, found a suitable one, and cut it off at the joint. This is the pen holder.

He didn't have the time to carve and sharpen the pen barrel in a hurry, and Han Cheng only knew a process of making brushes and was not proficient in it, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The first new thing that comes out can be forgiven for being rough.

Picking up the tip of the pen and seeing that it was basically solidified, Han Cheng dipped the pine resin again, and then stuffed the hardened end into the bamboo pen holder.

Not to mention, although it looks crude, it still looks like a brush, and it is still a real wolf hair.

If you don't believe me, you can look at the lucky general over there with dull eyes and sullen doubts about Gousheng.

Putting the brush here and waiting for the gum to solidify, Han Cheng went to get ink again.

In line with the idea of ​​keeping everything simple in the primitive era, Han Cheng quickly got a half bowl of dark ink.

The raw materials of ink can also be seen everywhere, that is, the black ash on the bottom of the pottery tank that is often cooked, and some charcoal that has been ground into powder.

Of course, this kind of ink cannot be compared with the ink of later generations, even the most clumsy and stinky ink.

But I can't come up with anything too good in a hurry, and I can use it.

After waiting for a while, the brush was firmly stuck to the barrel. Han Cheng took an iron knife and cut off the hairs of different lengths on the tip of the brush, and stirred the not-so-good ink for a while. Fan, after dipping in the ink, scraped the tip of the pen on the side of the bowl in a very professional manner, coughed, cleared his throat and started to move the pen in a pretentious manner...

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Calligraphy with a brush is really not Han Cheng's strong point. He has been used to using a hard pen since he was a child, and he has never learned calligraphy, so it is not easy to use a brush.

But at this time, there is no good way to make a hard pen, so I can only bite the bullet.

If it was in the later generations, Han Cheng really didn't have the courage to write with a brush in front of people. After all, his skin is not as thick as the "calligrapher" who shoots ink.

But now is the primitive era, looking at Wu and Shitou who have not worn animal skins for the past two years, Han Cheng feels that it is okay for him to show some ugliness.

After all, Wu and Shishi's characters are not much better.

In the Qingque tribe, characters are just a carrier for recording things, and they are far from developing into a kind of calligraphy.

Of course, this also has something to do with the inability of Han Cheng, who taught them at the beginning, to write such beautiful characters.

After the rough paper was folded, Han Cheng cut it into four parts with a knife, and now one of them is placed on the slate table, with two stones pressed on both sides to act as a paperweight.

Han Cheng sat there calmly, writing with a pen in his hand.

I originally wanted to write my own name, but after thinking about it, I changed it to "Little Tadpole Looking for Mother", the first magnificent work of the Qingque Tribe.

Roughly made paper, shoddy ink, plus a person who has basically never used a brush, the three of them together did not have a negative or positive thing, and what happened could only make things worse.

Looking at the inconspicuous, ghost-like characters on the rough paper, even though he had made enough psychological preparations before, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"This thing is not very perfect, it will be done in time, and it will be convenient to write."

Ignoring Wu and Shitou's unbelievable eyes, Han Cheng, with a serious face, threw the blame in a serious manner.

Even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't say that such a result is mainly because his calligraphy is too bad...

Hearing what Shenzi said, the two part-time cultural men of the Qingque tribe also showed their original expressions.

Just to put it bluntly, according to the wisdom of the Son of God, it would be impossible to use something he admired to write words that would be unrecognizable if he hadn't memorized "Little Tadpole Looking for His Mother" long ago. .

Looking at Wu and Shi, Han Cheng quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This matter is really suspenseful today.

However, if you have good ink, you can pull out the feathers of wild geese and make wild goose brushes like quills, and you should be able to write much more smoothly.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng secretly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

No matter how well he writes with a brush, he still has a deep affection for things that have been handed down since ancient times.

There are not a few people who have this kind of complex, which is the main reason why people feel so indignant when they see some people who are trying to gain fame use so-called innovations to insult traditional calligraphy.

Han Cheng looked at the brush in his hand. The brush book made of fresh materials was not comfortable to use.

On the one hand, he is not used to using a brush, and on the other hand, the tip of the brush is not very suitable for writing.

It can't absorb water, and it can't retain ink. If you can't write a few words after dipping it, you need to dip it again.

It seems that pure wolf hair is not suitable for making brushes, and it needs to find ways to improve it.

The not-so-qualified writing brush came into Wu's hand, and after looking left and right for a while, the rather novel Wu began to imitate Han Cheng, dipping ink in the bowl and brushing ink on the paper in a rather awkward posture. writing on the back.

He was used to engraving characters on ceramic boards with hard stone pens, but he was also not used to soft brushes. With the first stroke, the entire tip of the brush fell apart, and with one stroke, two Fu Jiang's hairs were worn away. .

Fortunately, the paper is thick enough and absorbs water well, otherwise, this blow will only poke a hole.

"Son of God..."

Wu, whose hands were stained with some ink, held up a loose brush and looked at Han Cheng helplessly.

At this moment, looking at the witch who looked like a child who made a mistake, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile in his heart. Everyone said that he was an old child, and it seemed true at this time.

When people get older, sometimes they behave like children.

"It's okay, just dip in the ink again..."

Han Cheng said to Wu with a smile.

After Wu dipped the brush in the ink bowl according to Han Cheng's instructions, the scattered brush returned to its original state.

While Wu Da felt the magic of the writing brush, he also became interested in this novel writing method. He dipped in the not-so-good ink and wrote and drew on the cardboard. After a cardboard was used up, he gradually got used to it. The pen is completely different from the brush pen.

"Write on it."

Seeing that after Wu finished writing on the clean side of the cardboard, he turned it over to write on the side he had written on before, so Han Cheng handed Wu the other several pieces of cardboard.

The paper produced this time was too rough, and Han Cheng didn't have the courage to have too much intimate contact with it.

Since Wu Ting is interested, let him practice calligraphy.

After writing on another piece of paper, the witch's face and hands were stained with spots of ink, which is the most common situation for first-time writers.

Holding the brush, Wu looked around and felt that although the new writing tool made by Shenzi was not as easy to use as the slate pen, it was still relatively novel.