Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

"What? Miss, what are you talking about?"

"It's like this. Write a note and post it on the public notice board. The content is to find lost relatives."

This man is good at writing, so he put the blueprint at hand, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and was ready.

"Looking for my brother Chen Zhiyuan, who has lost contact due to a car accident. I hope anyone with information can provide me with information. Please be informed."

I wrote this article in vain waiting for the next post, but I never expected that there would be no next post.

"Miss, you need to write down your appearance, age, location and time of the accident. You also need to leave contact information and the name of the person."

Wang Jinyi thought, why would I need to look for this if I knew all this? I know nothing.

So he didn't answer the conversation, but just interrupted.

"Mr. Wenbai, the characters should be slightly larger. Write three copies of characters like this."

Wen Bai did not continue to ask why he did not sign his name, but just wrote a few more copies as requested by the lady.

After giving the instructions, Wang Jinyi looked at the wet nurse, who naturally poured water for the young lady and handed it to her. She took out a handkerchief and dipped the young lady's inky little hands in it, then wiped them hard until she gave up.

It really can't be wiped clean.

Wang Jinyi twisted her fingers and found that the lubricity was a little worse, but the attached black color was still not easy to remove. That was good, at least it met the first condition for making pencils, which was good color rendering.

In the previous life, it was just a pencil made of graphite, and its characteristics were just that, it just utilized the adhesion of black.

Let’s see what the final result is.

Wang Jinyi sipped the drink slowly while thinking about the processing process.

Wen Bai came over and placed three posters with "Missing Person Notice" on the coffee table.

"Miss, is that so?"

Wang Jinyi picked it up naturally, read it, looked at each one carefully, and put it on the big chair beside him.

"Okay, let's..."

Just as he said this, Zhu Yu came in with two pages of paper. When he entered the room, he saw the young lady waving at him and called out:

"Miss."

He walked over and handed the item in his hand to the young lady. Wang Jinyi looked at it and handed it to Zhu Yu.

"Zhu Yu, let's talk about it when we get back."

In fact, Wang Jinlai checked and confirmed that there was a naturally formed poster wall outside the East Market and the West Market. There was no organization or official background. The walls were once abandoned residential courtyards with no one living in them. That's why everyone dared to use this wall to post various information.

In addition to these two places, people also posted small posters in South City and North City, but they were not so concentrated.

There are small stickers everywhere on the road. The content is complicated, what is it, specially put up for crying children at home

"…I have a child who cries at night. If a gentleman passing by recites his name three times, he will sleep till dawn."

There is also "There is a sunken wood at home, waiting to be appraised, those who are interested..."

There were also all kinds of miscellaneous things, with many categories. Wang Jinlai brought back some of the small posters, which opened Wang Jinyi's eyes.

But these are only in small alleys, they are of little use and difficult to manage.

The bulletin boards at the four city gates are real, and are generally used to post government decrees and government notices.

Every day before the city opens, closes, and at noon, the city gate officials are responsible for reading the notice aloud. And there are clear regulations on the length of time that notices can be posted, so you can use it when there are no notices posted, right?

Personal posters are not allowed in such places. However, there is one type of poster that can be posted on the back of a public notice board, which is for lost and found items, missing persons, etc.

The gatekeepers pretended not to know and did not punish the people who put up the tickets nor did they tear them off intentionally.

But when the content of the announcement was finished, it was washed away when the announcement wall was cleaned.

Wang Jinyi thinks it is indeed very humane.

It seems that we can make use of it. After all, the city gate is a place with dense flow of people and fast flow of information.

So he asked Wenbai to write a few more small missing person notices.

Wenbai is a typical scholar. He has thousands of questions in his mind and is very willing to speak.

After a while, two palm-sized missing person notices were handed to Zhu Yu.

"Send it over first, do as agreed, ask him if it will cost anything, and let him report the actual cost.

As for what he wrote today, tell him and I will inform him later."

"Go and tell Wang to come in and see Mr. Wenbai at noon. That's it. You go ahead and do it."

After Zhu Yu left the hall, Wen Bai finally spoke.

"Miss, I still need to learn mathematics. Can I not join you in making pens?"

Wang Jinyi narrowed her eyes and smiled at Wen Bai.

"Can't.

I thought: If you don't do it, how can I find someone to take detailed records? You are an important part of this, you can't leave the team, you little brat, you still want to fly solo! It's wishful thinking.

Wen Bai returned to his desk in silence and cleaned up the study room one by one.

Wang Jinyi asked,

"Mr. Wenbai, have you sorted out the story we recorded the day before? Can I listen to it?"

"Wenbai put down his brush, pulled out a pile of manuscripts from under a pile of papers and began to read.

The voice is clear and steady, and one can feel a person's character from his voice. This is something I saw in a magazine in my previous life. It said that the sound of a person's voice is a direct reflection of his or her character.

Listening to the recitation of the literary and vernacular works now, I do get the feeling that there is a connection between the character and the voice.

Wenbai revised the characters' personalities, appearances, and martial arts moves in detail, and the first part of the storybook came to a perfect end.

The two began to record the second part of the script.

Logically speaking, the second part, according to the original novel, is about Wei Xiaobao sneaking into the palace and starting...

Wen Bai put down his pen directly.

"Miss, this is impossible. The palace is strictly managed. Please be cautious about the contents of the palace."

Wang Jinyi felt that she had forgotten herself a little and thought she was still in her previous life.

In this era of supreme imperial power, if one wants to be connected with palace affairs, and also wants to slander the princess and seduce the eunuchs, it simply means that one is living too comfortably and does not want to die too easily.

Oops! What an oversight! What an oversight.

Wang Jinyi couldn't say that she just thought of it on the spur of the moment and followed Wei Xiaobao's story line. So after thinking about it, she decided to continue with the story of The Revenge of Monte Cristo.

That was relatively safe, so the story went much more smoothly afterwards and I wrote all the way until noon.

Wang Beilai was already waiting outside the hall.

The nurse reported.

"Miss, it's past noon."

Wang Jinyi noticed that the clepsydra scale showed that it was already a quarter past noon, and Qingyu also piled up the carbon in the small cloth bags under the hall.

Wang Jinyi explained it directly to Wen Bai and Wang Beilai in the corridor.

“You need to remember the weight of each type of carbon, remember which type it is, and then grind them into ash separately, sift them, and store them in different pottery jars.

Be sure to mark it with a label, seal it tightly, and avoid fire! "

Wang Beilai and Wen Bai saluted and started to leave with the small cloth bag. Wang Jinyi suddenly remembered that dust is flammable and explosive, and shouted loudly: "Stop! Go back!"