Zhang Fei is still a child, and he still needs to notify his parents to worship Bai Ziyun as a teacher, if Zhang Fei's father does not agree, even if Bai Ziyun will accept Zhang Fei, he will have to give up.

Zhang Fei happily ran back to his father Zhang Bo and told his father Zhang Bo about his worship of the elder and the retention of the immortal as a teacher, at first Zhang Bo didn't believe it, thinking that this kid was talking nonsense, so he wanted to beat this kid, but fortunately, Mao Zong went with him. Zhang Bo knew this lucky boy of the Mao family, and when he heard Mao Zong say the same, he was overjoyed, wrapped up the valuable things in the family, and took Zhang Fei back to Baijiazhuang to thank Bai Ziyun.

Bai Ziyun entertained the father and son, and said the general teaching content, Zhang Bo was even more happy, it turned out that Shangxian regarded Zhang Fei as a true disciple, and our family can raise their eyebrows in the future, and some people will dare to look down on me, a person who slaughters pigs and dogs.

After accepting Zhang Fei as a disciple, Bai Ziyun was in a good mood, and after Zhang Bo's father and son left, he walked back to his room, and saw Sanniang in the side room writing with a quill pen on the desk, and couldn't help but jokingly say: "Sanniang, I've been seeing you writing in a notebook recently, are you writing a diary and writing girl's feelings?" ”

Sanniang's face was slightly red, and she twisted: "No, master, the slave and maid have heard a lot of stories from their masters on weekdays, and I want to record them and compile them into a book, so that the students of the academy can read them in the future and broaden their knowledge." ”

"Well, that's a good idea." Bai Ziyun praised it, and then his heart moved, and he smiled with a smile: "Well, I think it's better to be alone than to be happy, it's better to print your book into a book and sell it in Baiyun Department Store, so that you can earn some manuscript fees." ”

"Manuscript fee?" Sanniang's little face showed doubts.

"It's the cost of writing this book for you, the author." Bai Ziyun said with a smile.

Sanniang panicked: "These are all what the master said, the slave just transcribed it, how can you charge a fee, you will be scolded if you say it." ”

Seeing her panicked appearance, Bai Ziyun couldn't help but be slightly stunned, this seems to be the case, the ancients were very respectful of teachers, and the disciples were extremely protective of the teacher's doctrine, and the scriptures and classics would explain the source, but it would not be like some unscrupulous authors on the Internet in later generations who unscrupulously plagiarized other people's works, and what was even more odious was that those pirates pirated the novels that the Internet writers worked hard to code for profit.

"That's good, that's good, you can help me sort out the story I told before and write it into a book, so you always need this hard work for writing, don't you?"

"The slave is not hard, she can help the master write a book, and the slave is very happy." Sanniang said embarrassedly, but she said that she would not charge any hard money.

It seems that it is not possible to use means, Bai Ziyun's face flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "If you accept it, you will accept it, and it will be rewarded by the master." ”

"Yes, thank you for the reward!" Sanniang finally accepted this, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Bai Ziyun knows that Sanniang is good, this is the way of thinking of being a slave, a slave and a maid cannot take the master's things without authorization, but the master will happily accept the reward, which represents the master's favor.

"Oops!" Sanniang suddenly exclaimed, with a sad face.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ziyun asked.

"This quill is broken again." Sanniang said distressed with a quill in her hand.

The quill pen was invented by Bai Ziyun when he first came to this world, and at that time his calligraphy was not good, so he made this kind of quill pen. A quill pen has the advantage that it is easier to write than a brush, but it is difficult to write words as elegantly as a brush, and it is easy to wear out.

The quill needs to be written by the hand against the table, and the writer needs to sit, but because the Han people leave the way of writing from top to bottom, from right to left, most of the right-handed Han people write with the quill pen, the palm of the hand will touch the ink written at the beginning, this cultural difference makes the Han people not suitable for using the quill pen. What's more, most of the writing carriers in this era are bamboo slips and wooden tablets, and quill pens are not as easy to write as brushes.

Therefore, the things invented by Bai Ziyun can basically become popular quickly in the land of Yan Zhao, but this quill brush has not become popular because of the cultural differences between China and the West.

Bai Ziyun also doesn't like quills and has been practicing calligraphy. However, Sanniang liked it very much, in the Lu family before, she was just a maidservant, she didn't recognize all the words, and the brush words were naturally unsightly, but since she used the quill pen, she found that she was very talented in this, so she liked to write with the quill pen, and the words written were beautiful and beautiful, so that the schoolchildren of the college were envious, and many schoolchildren also began to write with the quill.

Bai Ziyun looked at it, and it turned out that the tip of the pen was broken and the ink was leaking, which was the most common problem with the quill pen.

"If only there were pens!" Bai Ziyun shook his head and sighed.

It is said that the inventor of the fountain pen invented the fountain pen because of the ink leakage problem of the quill pen, which stained the business contract and caused him to lose a big business.

"Pens?" Hearing the new term, Sanniang's little ears suddenly moved, and she asked excitedly: "Master, what kind of pen is the fountain pen, is it a pen made of steel?" ”

"Well, yes, fountain pens are very commonly used in the fairy world, and the quill can't hold the ink, and the water is drained. But the fountain pen has a capillary tongue and a nib with tiny cracks, along which the ink flows slowly. Press the nib of the pen again, the ink will be more, and the ink will change when you tap the nib. ”

"It's amazing!" Sanniang exclaimed, full of envy: "It would be nice if the slave maid had this kind of fountain pen." ”

"It's a pity that we don't have enough craftsmanship here to make this kind of delicate fountain pen." Bai Ziyun's heart moved, and he said: "Well, however, you can't make zuò with steel, but you can also make zuò with bamboo, but it's hard to say how effective it is." ”

It is said that the use of bamboo to make fountain pens was popular among poor students during the Republic of China. The principle of the bamboo fountain pen is very simple, Bai Ziyun knew it after thinking about it for a while, so he found the carpenter Zhang Daniu.

Bai Ziyun drew a picture, on which the pen body, pen cap, pen tongue and pen tip were drawn, and the cloth with good adsorption was placed in the pen tube, it was as simple as that. Bai Ziyun explained, Zhang Daniu understood, and quickly made a few bamboo pens.

After dripping the ink into the pen tube, Sanniang wrote a few paragraphs, and suddenly smiled like a flower, and laughed crisply: "This bamboo pen is much easier to use than a quill pen, the master is really powerful, and he solved the problem of slaves and maids casually." ”

Bai Ziyun pinched her white and tender little face, and scolded with a smile: "You little girl has also learned to flatter people, this bamboo pen is better than the quill, and it is easy to break, it also has a benefit, it will not leak ink when it is bad." ”

Bai Ziyun picked up the paper on the table, looked at it for a while, smiled, the writing was immature, the content was indeed as Sanniang said, it was something he said casually before, it was rare for this girl to remember.

Bai Ziyun saw her look like she was testing her homework, and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, the content you write is all things in the heavenly realm, what title do you plan to choose?" ”

"This is told by the master, and the master is asked to give the name." Sanniang lowered her eyebrows and said.

"It's none of my business, Sanniang, you can take it." Bai Ziyun shook his head and said.

"That'...... How about calling it "The Records of the Heavenly Realm of the Immortals"? Sanniang's eyes were a little nervous, but she said expectantly.

"Okay, that's the name!" Bai Ziyun said with a final word.

It's not a good name, but children always want to be encouraged, isn't it?