I am a primitive

Go back to the stone in the room with the three sieves in your arms, sit at the mouth of the kang, and put your feet close to some roasting.

Today, I had to deal with the water for a long time, and the shoes on my feet inevitably got wet.

The wet shoes were scorched by the fire, and soon white smoke came out.

After the stone is baked for a while, move the foot, change the direction and continue to bake.

He didn't want to be like one of the guys in the tribe, sitting there baking shoes and scorching the soles of them.

After baking like this for a while, Shi Shi's eyes fell on the paper that made him tangled up again.

There was a kang burning inside the house, which was much warmer than outside, and not long after, the snow that had fallen on the three wooden sieves that had been put aside had melted, revealing wet paper.

Baking the stone on his feet, looking at the smoking shoes, and looking at the wet paper, he gradually sat up straight.

If wet shoes can be dried with fire, why can't wet pulp be dried with fire?

As if a ray of light pierced through the oppressive darkness in his mind, Shi Shi, who was stunned for a while, stood up abruptly.

Holding a sieve, I came to the kang mouth and baked it.

The area of ​​the sieve is a bit too big compared to the mouth of the kang, and it is impossible to roast all of it at once.

After the stone baked here for a while, he turned around and ran towards the cave holding the sieve.

There's room enough there for a bigger fire to start.

In the cave, flames rose, and white smoke rose from the sieve held in the arms of the stone.

Under the roasting of the flame, the water vapor gradually evaporates, and the paper is slowly formed.

Looking at the gradually formed paper, Shi Shi's eyes slowly began to light up.

He was not in a hurry to do anything with this piece of paper, and waited until there was no trace of white air coming out, then he put down the sieve, and with a trembling hand, he used a bamboo knife to uncover the paper inside which looked quite different from before.

The paper is thin and soft, and the color is much whiter than the previous paper.

"Son of God..."

Standing here was full of excitement looking at the stone for a while, holding this very different piece of paper with both hands very preciously, rushed out of the cave in three or two steps, and got into the snowstorm all over the sky.

The thing is like this, as long as you work hard, the suffering you suffered before may be just to force you to success.

Just like the stone who is ecstatic now, if there is no God's various unsightly beauty, then he doesn't know how long it will take him to get to this point.

So, when encountering difficulties, don't be discouraged, and don't give up on yourself.

Because when God closes a door for you, he will also pinch your head...

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The surface of the yellowed paper is not very smooth, and you can see the raised hairs and some small potholes without looking closely.

Moreover, the toughness is not enough, it can be easily smashed, and there are some extremely obvious fibers that have not been completely smashed on the paper.

To put it bluntly, the overall look is very similar to the yellow paper money that is often used to burn dead people in later generations. If there are more bits and pieces of tin foil inside, it will be exactly the same.

Even so, Han Cheng still smiled very happily, because this is the most paper-like paper he has obtained since he got it out!

This kind of paper can finally wipe your butt hard!

The happiness brought about by "obtaining" is actually a very wonderful thing, it largely depends on people's status and needs.

When people are about to starve to death, half a moldy steamed bun that suddenly appears in front of them can make people ecstatic.

And when delicacies become commonplace, no matter how delicious food appears in front of you, it will not make people feel too much joy.

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

If in future generations, whoever dares to hold such a piece of paper and dangle in front of him like a treasure offering, he will definitely be treated with an old punch.

But everything is different now. Not only did he not have the slightest thought of using old punches, but he kept patting the stone's shoulder with his hands, expressing enough praise and boast for the stone being able to make such paper.

Shi Shi's complexion was flushed. In the tribe, even an adult would be overjoyed to be praised by the Son of God like this, let alone a person like Shi Shi who has not been an adult for too long.

Wu Wenxun, who had fed the cubs, also came out, and cut a piece of paper into four with a copper knife. After a little hesitation, he found a few writing brushes he made and a bowl from the back room. A motuanzi.

Put a small ink dumpling into a bowl, add some water into it, put a small, slender stone on top to crush it slowly, grind it little by little, slowly and shallowly The cold water turns black.

Compared with the ink that Han Cheng made in a hurry, the ink at this time is much better in color, at least much thicker.

And there are no those small particles.

In order to get these little ink balls out, Wu Ke spent a lot of effort.

Later, under Han Cheng's intentional or unintentional guidance, he began to use sticky turpentine to dip the bottom of the clay pot.

The bottom ash smoked from the bottom of the pottery pot is very fine and there are no particles.

There is enough ash on the bottom of the pot, and it gradually looks like some ink.

These little ink balls are Wu's previous masterpieces.

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

Another reason is that the ink he has produced now cannot be made into too large ink ingots.

However, as the ink gets better and better and harder, the small ink ball will not be too far away from the ink ingot after it becomes difficult to open.

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

Looking at Wu and Shitou who looked at him eagerly, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling slightly.

In fact, what he wants to do most now is not to use a brush to test whether the paper is suitable for writing, but to take it to the toilet to try whether it is good for wiping his butt.

Recalling the tragic experience of the past few years, Han Cheng's thoughts became more and more intense.

But now that Wu Heshitou was looking at him eagerly, Han Cheng felt a little embarrassed to do this.

And now that it was too early in the morning, he didn't have much desire to go to the bathroom.

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

Without even thinking about it, the action is the magnificent masterpiece that everyone in the Qingque tribe is familiar with, Little Tadpole Looking for Mom.

The current writing brush has also been greatly improved compared with the crudely made brushes that Han Cheng cut off Fujiang's hair before. It is made of Wujiang's wolf hair and rabbit fur at a ratio of about seven to three.

Not only does it have good ink absorption performance, but it also writes smoothly.