Crossing the Unknown Country

While thinking about these things, Su He started to make the brush head. First, he found a strong thread and called his second brother to help. He asked him to take a small bunch of hair that he had arranged, and he wrapped it tightly at 5 cm. His hands were too weak. He called his eldest brother to tie it, and he told him to do it. Su Feng and Su Run knew that Su He wanted to try to make a brush, and immediately went all out to help. They strictly followed Su He's instructions. This was repeated several times, and the three of them made several brushes of different hardness, with their soft hair in the middle.

After tying up the pen tips, she went to the kitchen to get a knife and started trimming the pen tips. Seeing that the rice porridge was almost ready, she asked her mother to set aside some and cook it well, so that it would be thicker before wrapping the pen tips.

The three of them lay on the table, Su He alone was using a knife to gently scrape the brush hair, trying to make it smooth and without loose hair, and then he held it up to the light to see if it was neat. Finally, he wrapped the brush head with rice paste and set it aside to dry. Su He made one, and his two brothers also made one each, waiting for their father to come back and put them in the pen holder to try.

Her father finally came back and cut some side branches that were thin enough, and some bamboo tops that were thin enough. He gave them to Su He to see if they could be used, and if not, he would find another one himself. Su He picked them up to see if there was any problem, and discussed with her father about the approximate length and the specific position, and then her father went to cut the bamboo poles into small pieces.

Together with her father, she stuffed the pen tip into the bamboo pole, and finally made the first pen. In the middle, her mother called them to eat, but they said they were not hungry and would eat later. Her mother simply accompanied them to see how to make the pen and whether it could be used after it was made.

The pens were not ready yet, but the brothers had already started grinding ink. They watched them make pens while grinding ink, without delaying anything. As soon as the pens were finished, the eldest brother wanted to try it out first. He dipped the pen in ink and wrote a word on the slate. A big word appeared on the slate. It was sure that it would work, but I didn't know how it would work on paper. They used the pens one by one, and then wrote again with the pens they bought. They felt that it was about the same, so they installed the remaining two nibs and tried it out again.

Finally, everyone tried it and agreed that it can be used, but the strength needs to be controlled. After all, some are softer and some are harder. Everyone put away their pens and prepared to try it with Suhe medical copy paper tomorrow morning. There are books for me to copy here, so I am not afraid to try it. But it is too late today, and everyone is reluctant to write now, fearing that they will waste a piece of paper.

Her mother and father called the child to eat first. Anyway, this time it was a success. If the paper can't be used, you can use it to dip water and write on the slate. It can also practice calligraphy, which is much better than the sand table.

The family finished the meal with such excitement that they lost their appetite. Su Feng and Su Run started making pens again. No one could stop them. They made two more pens by the oil lamp, saying they were for the brothers Su Pei and Su Che.

Su He was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes while eating. This small body had been pushed to its limit. After eating, she went straight to bed and fell asleep. She didn't even have time to take off her clothes. She was so sleepy that her mind was in a mess and she couldn't think of anything.

Su He Niang looked at such a small person who was so busy today, and couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek again. This precious girl is really lovable, her little brain is really smart, others are buying, but her daughter actually thought of making her own if she couldn't afford it. She really let the child make it. Anyway, she couldn't tell the difference. She couldn't write, but they wrote well on the slate.

She put away the things she bought today and put the money at the foot of the big kang, where there was a small wooden box that was usually stuffed into the hole. It was covered with a layer of soil, so no one could find it unless they dug the soil carefully.