The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Liang Changan naturally didn't believe it.

Even if what is said is true, how could those students calculate so quickly?

He walked over and counted the students back and forth.

Soon he came back triumphantly and stood in front of Wen Qingliu.

"It's not forty-nine people, it's only forty-eight people."

After saying that, he ran back to his mother.

He wondered how these country kids could calculate so well, so accurately and so quickly.

His mother didn't believe it and insisted on sending him to study with them. What could he learn from them?

"Mom, let's go. I don't want to learn with them. It's so stupid."

Wen Qingliu sighed and said, "Liang Changan, were you in the team when we were counting just now?"

"Of course I am."

"Then why did you turn around and ask me to count the number of people and then leave yourself out?"

Liang Changan felt like he was hit on the head by something.

When he came out the number was forty-eight, but he had just counted him in the line and it was exactly forty-nine.

He blushed a little. He had just called them stupid, but now it seemed that he was the dumbest one.

"Return to the team."

"Yes!"

Knowing that he had done something wrong, he didn't dare to say anything more. After all, he was not a particularly shameless person.

Wen Qingliu glanced at Wen Zhu and signaled that he could continue to lead the teaching.

Wen Zhu nodded.

"Let's first learn how to turn left, turn right, and turn backwards. We'll work in pairs and give each other commands."

"Turn left. We just learned it. Let's turn right."

After he had completed the three turns, the two of them formed groups, gave commands to each other and practiced on their own.

Zhao Suiqing didn't compete with them, but went straight to find Wen Zhu to teach him.

They said they were going to teach him, but during the holidays they had considered letting him and Wen Zhu lead the team into two teams.

So he has already learned those things, and now he just needs to consolidate and review them.

Wen Qingliu took Bai Yurou for a walk in the college.

I could hear students saying "turn left and right", full of energy and vigor.

Bai Yurou sighed comfortably.

“Being with these students, I feel like I have become younger.”

"Don't talk nonsense, sister, you are not old anyway."

Bai Yurou held Wen Qingliu's arm.

"I have always been learning how to manage the household since I was young. I haven't been so relaxed for a long time."

After chatting for a while, Bai Yurou left. Wen Qingliu looked around the college for a while and then went home.

Two taels of silver every month were used to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and that was almost all he needed.

The production process of writing brushes is really complicated.

In her previous life, she would watch some videos online when she had nothing to do.

There are many bloggers who promote Chinese traditional culture, and they are not just promoting traditional culture.

It also presents some memories that have never been passed on or things that few people are willing to learn to everyone through the Internet.

For example, Hui ink is said to be worth one ounce of gold.

Or it could be a Hu brush with intricate and complicated craftsmanship.

In her previous life, she had come across quite a few bloggers like me who were into these things.

But it is obvious that these things are not something she can make now.

Although pen and ink are not suitable for the time being, she may give it a try as it consumes more paper.

She remembered seeing a kind of paper called bamboo paper on the Internet, which seemed simpler than the others.

Wen Qingliu picked up the machete and walked towards the mountain behind the school.

Since you have to take action if you want to do it, let's first see if there are any young bamboos on the mountain.

In just half a morning, she saw a bamboo forest not too far from the foot of the mountain.

Adhering to the principle of trying a little first, she only cut a small bundle of young bamboo.

Then it seems to be soaked.

He and his second and third brothers chose a place and dug a hole deep enough to put the bamboo in.

It took several trips back and forth to fill it with water.

The bamboo was thrown in and pressed down with a large stone. It seemed that it would take several months to soak.

The memory of watching videos at that time is too far away.

She couldn't remember many things clearly.

This soak lasted for three months, and the weather has become quite hot.

Even the place where the pit was dug to soak the bamboo was overgrown with weeds.

When the bamboo was taken out of the puddle, it had already become soft.

After washing it in the river, I removed the green bamboo shoots from it.

The bamboo is soaked until it becomes very soft and can be easily torn off into thin fibers.

Next it's time to soak it in something else.

After searching in town for two days, I finally found the lime.

Pour lime powder into a water tank full of water and put the prepared bamboo in.

Soak and ferment for one day.

What should he do next? Looking at the bamboo that had been fermenting for a day, Wen Qingliu was in a dilemma.

Because she found that she had forgotten some of the steps.

Just then, an old voice sounded in my ears.

"It's time to steam the ashes."

Oh yes, it also needs to be steamed in ash for nine days.

Wait, where does that sound come from?

Wen Qingliu looked back and saw a translucent figure of an old man with a white beard appear in front of her.

"What are you looking at me for? Put it on and steam it."

Oh yes, Wen Qingliu built a temporary stove in the yard and nailed a shelf on it.

Then put the soaked bamboo on the rack and light the fire to steam it.

After finishing all these, Wen Qingliu turned his attention to the old man with white beard.

"Who are you?"

"I will tell you after you make this bamboo paper."

Wen Qingliu didn't ask any more questions and waited for the ash steaming to end after nine days.

Rinse with clean water several times to remove any remaining residue.

Since they had to be rinsed afterwards, she simply cut up the unwanted old clothes and sewed them into an ugly cloth bag.

The sight of that bag made Qiu want to curse.

If she couldn't sew, she could have asked her for help. Why did she have to sew such an ugly thing by herself?

After tying the end tightly with a rope, wrap the other end of the rope around a large rock.

The cloth bag will not be washed away if thrown into the water.

Three more days passed like this, and the remaining substances had basically been completely cleaned up.

Put the wood ash water in the pot, put the broken bamboo on the rack and cover it with wood ash.

Wei looked at it in amazement.

"Is this what you want me to collect the wood ash for?"

When he felt that the time was about up, Wen Qingliu put the broken bamboo back into the jar.

Pour all the remaining wood ash water on and let it soak.

Afterwards, she went up the mountain again with the machete, and the old man kept muttering in her ear, "It hurts, it hurts!" all day long.

I thought something was wrong, but after asking, I found out that she was missing a kind of vine.

She could only go to the mountain again to look for it.

It took me nearly half a year to go back and forth.

Finally, her hard work paid off and she finally made the paper.

But this amount is not really much.