The yellowed paper is not very flat on it, and you don't need to look closely to see the raised hairs and some small potholes on it.

It is also not tough enough to be easily broken, and there are some extremely obvious fibers on the paper that have not been completely mashed.

To put it mildly, it looks very similar to the yellow paper money that was often used to burn the deceased in later generations, and if you added small bits and pieces of tin foil to it, it would be exactly the same.

Despite this, Han Cheng still smiled extremely happily, because this was the most paper-like paper he had gotten since he got the paper out!

With such paper, you can finally wipe your ass hard!

The happiness that comes from 'getting' is actually a very wonderful thing, and it depends largely on one's status and needs.

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

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

Han Cheng, who came to the primitive society, was undoubtedly pulled to a very low level of material demand.

If in the future life, if anyone dares to take such a paper and come to him like a treasure, without saying a word, it must be an old fist entertainment.

But now everything is different, not only did he not have the slightest idea of being full of old fists, but he kept patting his hand on the shoulder of the stone, expressing enough praise and boasting that the stone could make such a piece of paper.

The stone's face was flushed, and in the tribe, being praised like this by the Divine Son, even an adult would be overjoyed, not to mention that the stone was not an adult for too long.

Wu Wenwen, who had fed the rabbit cub milk, also came out, and cut a piece of paper into four with a copper knife, and after a little hesitation, he found a few brushes he had made from the back room, and a bowl, and an ink ball.

Put a small ink ball into a bowl, add some water to it, and use a small, slender stone on top of it to slowly crush it, grind it little by little, and slowly this shallow cold water will turn black.

At this time, compared with the ones that Han Cheng made in a hurry before, the color was much better, at least much thicker.

And there are no more of those little particles.

In order to get these little ink balls out, Wu Ke didn't put a lot of effort into it.

Later, under the guidance of Han Cheng intentionally or unintentionally, he began to use sticky pine resin and dip it under the clay pot.

The ash at the bottom of the pot smoked under the clay pot is very delicate, and there are no particles.

There is enough ash on the bottom of the sticky pot, and slowly there is some ink.

These little ink dumplings are the masterpieces of Wu Qian.

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

Another reason is that there is no way to make too large ingots of ink that he has made now.

However, as the ink becomes better and harder, the small ink ball will not be too far away from the ink ingot.

Wu finished the ink, and then selected a brush that he thought was the best for Han Cheng to give to Han Cheng, and asked Han Cheng to try this paper that had obviously made great progress.

Looking at the two Wu and Shi who were looking at him with earnest eyes, Han Cheng couldn't help but snort slightly.

In fact, what he wants to do most now is not to use a brush to try whether these papers are suitable for writing, but to take them to the toilet to try whether this thing is good for wiping his buttocks.

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

But now that he was being looked at by Wu and Shi like this, Han Cheng was really embarrassed to do it.

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

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

Without thinking about it, the shot is a magnificent masterpiece that everyone in the Qingque tribe is familiar with, and the little tadpole is looking for his mother.

The current brush has also been greatly improved compared with the rough hair made by Han Cheng cut by Fu Jiang before, and it is the witch who made wolf hair and rabbit hair in a ratio of about seven to three.

Not only is the ink absorption performance good, but also the writing is relatively smooth.

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 so difficult to recognize the brush words written at this time.

After writing a few words, I stopped writing and turned over to see that the back of the paper was a little inky, staining the stone table below a little black.

The happy stone was suddenly not so happy.

I thought that the paper made this time was already very good, but where did I think that it was still not very suitable for writing, and there were such big flaws.

But his unhappiness didn't last long.

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

Stone stared at the ink-soaked paper and clenched his fists.

Han Cheng, who had been paying attention to the stone, originally wanted to comfort this guy when he saw the stone showing a look of loss, but before he could speak, he saw the stone's clenched fist, and immediately swallowed back the words that he was about to speak.

It's because I'm thinking too much, and according to the tenacity shown by this guy, he won't be defeated by such a setback.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he nodded slightly, did not speak, and continued to write extremely ugly words with a brush......

Looking at "Little Tadpole Looking for Mother" written by Han Cheng, Wu's eyes, which had become cloudy because of his age, became shiny.

It wasn't that he was moved by Han Cheng's graffiti-like and touching calligraphy, but because he remembered what Shenzi had said before.

A stack of paper as thick as a clay plate and as large as that can record everything recorded on the clay slab in the tribe.

To be honest, in the past, although Wu expressed his belief in what the Son of God said, there were still some doubts in this belief.

It's not that he doesn't trust Han Cheng enough, but this thing is really too unbelievable.

Because since the arrival of the Son of God, there has obviously been a rapid increase in the number of things recorded in the tribe.

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

There are so many things, and it only takes a little bit of paper to be able to record them all, how unbelievable it is to say this!

But now, seeing the paper made of stone, all the doubts in Wu's heart disappeared.

Miko is right, paper is really the best writing material!