The identity of the deceased has been identified, and this is not the first good news. The Great Demon King had just left with his front feet when the root of the tree hurriedly rushed in with a yellow-brown one, and almost tripped over.

Ye Feng was shocked, and hurriedly said, "Old Shu, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Ignoring the embarrassment of almost tripping, the tree root held the piece of paper in his hand high and said, "Ye Feng, we have succeeded, we have succeeded!" ”

Ye Feng noticed the paper in his hand at this time, and saw that the paper was holding it firmly in his hand, and it did not fall down softly, and there was a gurgling sound between swaying.

Obviously, this is the kind of writing that is good for writing.

Ye Feng's face was flushed with excitement, and he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, he could even feel that every pore of his was singing happily.

Now, he no longer cared about the roots, snatched them down, and carefully studied them in his own hands.

Fortunately, the root of the tree was not too tight, otherwise the first piece of paper that could be used for writing would have been torn in two.

This paper is not a surprise, the paper fibers are very rough, and even the occasional small wooden ballast can be seen clearly, but it doesn't matter, what matters is whether it can be used to write smoothly.

So Ye Feng excitedly picked up a charcoal pen, spread the paper on the table, and was about to write hard, but suddenly remembered that since the paper was made, how could there be less ink?

Since he had the need to record, Ye Feng has always used the bottom made of a piece of charcoal directly to record, which is quite convenient to use, but after all, the particles rubbed out of the charcoal are too big and easy to fall, and the earliest recorded things have more or less fallen.

Therefore, it is imperative to get the ink out.

"Tree roots, come with me, let's go get something new together!"

"Something new!" These three words seemed to have infinite magic power for the roots of the tree, and he suddenly became alive with a tired face, and said excitedly: "What are you going to do this time?" ”

"Ink!"

Ye Feng first found a large pile of pine wood, the most indispensable thing in the primeval forest is this, and with a drill in the forest, he can carry a large bundle of it.

Then he made a shed at the root of the tree, which was different from the usual shed, and the top of it was covered with a large copper plate, and it was surrounded by a dense fence made of bamboo strips, and the two sides of the fence were covered with a thick layer of earth.

At the junction between the fence and the ground, several small holes are left for ventilation.

The whole shed, with only a small narrow door that opens, allows people to enter and exit.

In the middle of this small shed, there was a big pit dug out, and Ye Feng lit a fire in this big pit, and put the pine trees into it in one by one on the top of the big pit.

Finally, Ye Feng squeaked the small door shut and said, "Okay, so be it!" ”

Shugen looked at Ye Feng's strange actions with a puzzled expression, but after seeing more of them, he became accustomed to them, and only slightly felt a little curious.

In this way, the pine wood was burned in this shed for a day and a night, and Ye Feng asked the roots to take down the copper plate on the roof of the shed.

Looking at the pine smoke that was smoked out of the copper plate, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction, took a small copper sheet, and scraped it off.

The next step is to add gum to it, mix it and stir it into a paste, knead this paste ink mass into a certain shape, or put it in a mold to compact it to make an ink ingot with a shape.

After doing this, it can already be used as ink, Ye Feng is making a brush, and the inkstone is too lazy to do it, so he casually found a slate, mixed it with a little water, and began to grind the ink.

Soon, black ink appeared on the stone slab, and Ye Feng dipped the ink on it a few times with a brush, and wrote on the paper.

The result was really "Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance", Ye Feng wrote a big blessing character on it, and it was estimated that only he could understand it.

has become such a "masterpiece", he has always been thicker than the city wall, and he can't help but blush.

The root of the tree didn't give him face, but he said with a pity on his face: "Ye Feng, this is also the first piece of paper in our tribe, you have to write it better!" ”

Ye Feng's face burned, and he said embarrassedly: "Don't care about these details, it can be proved that there is no problem at all with this piece of paper for writing!" ”

Hearing this, the root of the tree was pleasantly surprised, and said excitedly: "Otherwise, we can make a large number of them now and distribute them to the clansmen!" ”

Ye Feng waved his hand and said: "Don't worry these days, the production technology of this piece of paper is only suitable for experiments, the scale is too small, you can improve the production process first, and it can be mass-produced." ”

Seeing that he had a point, the root nodded, and then turned to leave.

……

"Alas, the fat man is fine, he didn't come over for dinner."

Since the last time they exposed their conspiracy in time, the fat team has made a great achievement, and Ye Feng has pardoned him and restored his free body.

And the fat man also took this opportunity to make a request to join the Xingyue tribe, anyway, he has no tribe and has nothing to rely on.

Ye Feng didn't have much to agree to.

The fat man's current identity is an ordinary clansman of the Xingyue tribe.

After joining the Xingyue tribe, he actively participated in labor every day, and often did more than twice as much as others, which made him respected by the clansmen and no longer cared about his former identity.

Now he has completely lost the temper of the young master of the previous second ancestor, under the high-intensity labor, he has completely become a thin man, but the clansmen have become accustomed to calling him fat, and although he has become thinner, he is still called fat.

When the fat man heard the man's shout, he immediately put down the work in his hand, came to a large table, and said in surprise: "Wow, why did you eat so well today?" ”

I haven't acted in those years, so I laughed out loud and said, what? You still don't know that Ye Feng has made two new things, the calendar and the paper! It is said to be very important, so let's celebrate it all, and of course today's food is good! ”

The fat man scratched his hair embarrassedly, he was addicted to labor for too long, he really ignored these things, and now he knows.

"What are the calendars and the paper?" The fat man said suspiciously.

The clansmen laughed and said, "The calendar is a thing that counts the days, and you will understand it in the future, and as for paper, we don't know what it is!" ”

To be continued

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