I am a Primitive Man

The yellowed paper is not very flat, and you can see the raised hairs and some small pits without looking closely.

And the toughness is not enough, it can easily be rotten, and there are some very obvious fibers on the paper that have not been completely mashed.

To put it bluntly, the whole looks very similar to the yellow paper money that later generations often use to burn people who have passed away. If there were more bits and pieces of tin foil inside, it would be exactly the same.

Even so, Han Cheng still smiled extremely happily, because this was the most paper-like paper he got since he got it out!

This kind of paper can finally wipe your **** hard!

The happiness brought by ‘acquisition’ is actually a very wonderful thing. It largely depends on people’s status and needs.

When people are about to starve to death, the half moldy buns that suddenly appear in front of you can make people ecstatic.

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

Han Cheng, who came to primitive society, has undoubtedly been dragged down to a very low level.

If in later lives, if anyone dared to hold such a paper and dangle in front of him like a treasure offering, aside from anything else, it must be an old punch.

But everything is different now. Not only did he not have the slightest idea of ​​being full of old fists, but instead he constantly patted the shoulders of the stone with his hands, expressing enough praise and boasting that the stone could be made of such paper.

The complexion of Shishi was red. In the tribe, even adults would be delighted to be praised by God's Son, not to mention Shishi who has not been an adult for too long.

The news came out about the witch who had fed the baby rabbit. He cut a piece of paper into quarters with a copper knife. After a little hesitation, he found a few brushes made by him from the back room, and found a bowl and brought it. An ink dumpling.

Put a small ink ball into a bowl, add some water in it, use a small, long, small stone on top to slowly crush it, and grind it a little bit to slowly make this shallow The cold water turns black.

The ink at this time, compared with the ones Han Cheng hurriedly produced before, the fineness is much better, at least a lot thicker.

And there are no small particles anymore.

In order to get these little ink **** out, Wu didn't bother much.

Later, under Han Cheng's intentional or unintentional guidance, he began to dip it under the pottery pot with a sticky rosin.

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

There was enough ash on the sticky bottom of the pot, and gradually it took on the appearance of ink.

These little ink **** are the masterpieces of Wu before.

The reason why it was made into a small ink ball was because Wu thought the round ball was very beautiful.

Another reason is that the ink he has made now cannot be made into too big ink sticks.

However, as the color of the ink gets better and harder, and after the small ink ball slowly gets loose, it will not be too far from the ink stick.

Wu made up the ink, and chose a brush that he thought was the best, and gave it to Han Cheng, and asked Han Cheng to try this obviously improved paper.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffed slightly as he looked at the two Wu and Shi with ardent eyes.

In fact, what he most wants to do now is not to use a brush to test whether these papers are suitable for writing, but to take it to the toilet and try it out.

Recalling the tragic experiences of the past few years, this idea in Han Cheng's heart became stronger and stronger.

But now being looked at by Wu He Shishi with such eagerness, Han Cheng was really embarrassed to do this.

And now it's early in the morning, and he doesn't have much desire to go to the toilet.

So I suppressed the idea of ​​trying the most important function of paper, took the brush from the hand of the witch, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.

Without even thinking about it, the shot was the magnificent masterpiece familiar to all of the Qingque tribe, the little tadpole looking for his mother.

The current brushes have also been greatly improved compared to the brushes made by Han Cheng who cut off the hair of Fu Jiang. It was made by the 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 pen is good, the ink is good, and the paper is good, so that Han Cheng, a person who is not very good at writing, is not that difficult to recognize at this time.

After writing a few words, I stopped writing and turned over. There was some ink on the back of the paper, which stained the stone table below.

Happy Stone suddenly wasn't so happy anymore.

I thought that the paper made this time was already very good, but I didn't think it was suitable for writing, and there was such a big flaw.

However, his unhappiness did not last long.

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

The stone stared at the paper damp with ink and clenched his fists.

Han Cheng, who has been paying attention to the stone, originally wanted to comfort this guy when he saw the stone showing a look of loss. Before he could speak, he saw the stone's clenched fist, and immediately gave the words he was about to say. Swallowed back.

It's because I have been thinking too much, and according to the tenacity that this guy has shown, he won't be defeated by such setbacks.

Han Cheng thought this way, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly, did not speak, and continued to write extremely ugly words with his brush...

Looking at "Little Tadpoles Finding Mother" written by Han Cheng, Wu's eyes became turbid because of his age.

It's not that Han Cheng's graffiti-like moving calligraphy was moved by ~www.wuxiahere.com~ but because he remembered the words that the son of God had said before.

A stack of paper as thick and as big as a pottery board can record all the things recorded on the pottery board in the tribe.

To be honest, in the previous time, even though Wu had expressed his belief in the words said by the son of God, this belief still contained some doubts.

It's not that you don't have enough trust in Han Cheng, but that this thing is really unbelievable.

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

By now, most of the pottery plates used by the tribe to record things have been placed in most of the room!

There are so many things that can be written down with just a little paper. How can I say this is incredible!

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

God's son is right, paper is really the best writing material!