Li Ruixiu returned to the carpenter shop and took his customized mold, went home to prepare to boil pencil liquid, he called Aunt Zhang to make a fire for him, and then drove everyone out of the kitchen and locked the door, untied the cloth belt in front of him, washed the pot and put it on the fire and began to think about how to get it next. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the immortals, the main ingredient of the pencil is graphite, this thing can write words, but this thing is powdery, so it is necessary to fix the shape with rosin adhesive powder, and the sulfur is to take away the impurities inside, but how to put the proportion of these things Li Ruixiu really has no idea, he can only mix water and graphite powder together and put it in the pot to burn, and then add a spoonful of sulfur, a piece of rosin, and soon the rosin melts and the graphite is mixed together, and the sulfur also exudes a very pungent smell, Even if Li Ruixiu covered his mouth and nose, he could smell it.

Rosin is more important, he will help the graphite powder to shape, increase the preservation life of the words written by the graphite powder, the immortals will add clay to make pencil leads, once added, they need to go into the brick kiln to bake, Li Ruixiu does not have this condition at all now.

Li Ruixiu looked at the viscous liquid in the pot, scooped a small spoon and prepared to pour it into the mold, but the diameter of the abrasive tool was too small, and the liquid viscosity was high, so there was no way to flow down, Li Ruixiu was depressed, he was really anxious to make a pencil, so as to prove his immortal fate. He simply opened the mold and poured the boiled liquid directly into the trough, even if only half of it was flat, it would not affect the use. After Li Ruixiu poured one, he added some rosin to the pot and continued to boil, then poured the refill, added rosin, poured another one, and so on, and got six refills, he took the pot off the fire, put it aside, and began to wait anxiously for the refill to be completely cooled and solidified.

took out a dagger and carefully took the first refill, although Li Ruixiu was already very careful, but he still broke the first refill, which can't be blamed on him, because this refill is too brittle, stretching out some loose slag, the second one is still very brittle, Li Ruixiu endured the loss, picked up a broken refill with only the length of the knuckle and rubbed it on the paper, where the refill passed, leaving a dark trace, the edge was a little frizzy, but Li Ruixiu received great encouragement, he took off the refill one by one, One by one on the paper, until the sixth, when he took it off, it was only folded into two sections, Li Ruixiu happily picked it up and scratched it on the paper, but only left a faint trace, and a pile of black hard crumbs, so far, Li Ruixiu's six pencil leads all failed.

He sighed helplessly, packed up his things and closed his eyes and went back to his study to reflect: the pencil he made would be soft and crispy if he added less rosin, and he couldn't write at all if he added more rosin. These were too difficult for him, he couldn't get such fine and clean graphite powder and clay, the tools used by the immortals were ingenious, and he only had shoddy tools.

Li Rui kicked the table leg twice, vented the resentment in his heart, and calmed down to think: the ratio of the third kind of rosin and graphite powder is more suitable for writing, but that time it was also broken into several paragraphs, if it can continue, it can be comparable to the charcoal used by the immortals, he picked up the "corpse" of the third refill and looked at it carefully, and suddenly reacted, yes, the refills made by the immortals are very slender because of their superb skills, and they have no conditions to make some coarse refills!

Just do it, Li Ruixiu called Zhang Da and asked him to take the previous mold to re-engrave, requiring each half of the mold to be 2 points wide and 1 point deep, and he ran to the kitchen in a hurry, added some toner and water, sulfur, and continued to boil his own pencil liquid, Zhang Da quickly sent a new mold, this time the mouth was very open, and the liquid was poured very smoothly, Li Ruixiu poured a mold, stopped, and waited for the result.

Carefully break open the wooden mold, expose the lead core inside, carefully take it off, Li Ruixiu pinched one end, slid lightly on the paper, the refill left a black and thick trace, not as delicate as the pencil traces in the fairy world, the edge is neat, the color is continuous, but Li Ruixiu is still happy to almost pinch off the refill, he carefully put the refill back into the mold, stuffed a ball of paper behind the mold, pushed out the end of the lead core, picked up the bulky mold, and imagined himself like an immortal holding a pencil to draw on the paper. Li Ruixiu remembered the feeling when Sherlock drew a sketch, and couldn't help but draw the pencil of the fairy world on the paper.

After doing this, he poured some of the remaining liquid at the bottom of the pot into a refill, and instructed Aunt Zhang to put all the tools and raw materials he used in the east ear room, and then returned to the house and couldn't stop being happy, as long as he added the pen barrel, his pencil would be! He instructed Lao Zhang to go to the carpenter's shop and ask the craftsmen to make a new batch of pens with square openings and a width of 2 points.

It only took one day, he made the magic pen of the fairy world, although it is not as good as the immortals in all aspects, but Li Ruixiu is still very satisfied, he carefully received the refill into a box, opened it from time to time to look at it, and even put it on the side of the pillow when he sleeps at night.

He paid an expedited fee, and soon got the pen barrel, and put the refills into the pen barrel, he didn't care if there was no glue from the fairy world, picked up a thin rope, carefully wound the two halves of the pen shaft, and took out the dagger to cut out the pen head.

Li Ruixiu picked up this homemade pencil that was much thicker than the pencil in the fairy world, and couldn't help grinning, recalling the way the immortals held the pen, he could finally hold the pen like that, although it was very uncomfortable, he still wrote the words "Heaven has a way" on the paper.

Then he sketched a bunch of pencils, tea cups and other things opposite him, and after each drawing, he would sign his own words next to him. Gradually, the excitement subsided, and Li Ruixiu found a problem, the pencils he made were too rough, and they couldn't write, calculate, and make mechanical drawings like the immortals, so they could only be used to draw sketches, and it was very suitable to draw portraits of the six doors. Sure enough, you still need to grind graphite and add clay to bake?

Li Ruixiu spread out a new piece of paper, picked up the brush at hand, he decided to try to make a pencil in the fairy world again, this time he will not have no plan like the first time, but to write a plan first, and then to implement, immortals will do this when they want to study something, because this is more "scientific".