Chapter 31 Brush

"This is the brush?" Qin Yiren looked at the brush in his hand, and was surprised.

The brush of the Warring States period is completely different from the modern brush, but it is a bamboo pipe or a wooden pipe with some hair tied to the end.

At first glance, it looks like a broomstick.

The brush in his hand was bought by Qin Yiren for Black Bert, and it was made of high-grade wolf hair. The wolf was unfurled, furry, which was as tight as the brush of later generations, plus a bamboo pipe, which made Qin Yiren think of some kind of private parts.

"Childe, what do you want to do here? Are you going to write a letter to King Qin? Meng Zhao asked curiously.

"This one is not easy to use, I want to make a better pen." Qin Yiren's answer surprised them.

"Childe, are you kidding? This is already the best use, how could there be a better one? Heber didn't believe it was true.

The time of the appearance of the brush has not been short, and it has gradually replaced the carving knife, so many people are working hard to improve the brush, no one can do better, and it is really difficult to believe that they are in the dark.

If they believe that Qin Yiren can speak the Tao, say the dead alive, and then say the living dead, they will believe it, but they will not believe it.

"Look!" Qin Yiren was full of confidence and took off the wolf tied to the end.

"Childe, you still say that you make a pen, you are ruining the pen." Mo'er teased.

Meng Zhao and the others nodded heavily, agreeing with this, and taking the wolf off is not just ruining the pen?

Qin Yiren ignored them, re-tied the wolf into a bunch, and tied it tightly.

"What is this for?" Hebber: They don't know why.

What surprised them even more was still behind, only to see Qin Yiren pick up a carving knife, cut it at the end of the bamboo pipe, and then look at it. Then pick up the bundled wolf hair and stuff it into a bamboo tube.

"This ......," said Hebber, their eyes widening sharply.

Qin Yiren's improvement is only one place, and the brush has changed a lot all of a sudden, looking at this appearance, it seems to be very good.

"Grind ink!" Qin Yiren gave an order.

"No!" Hei Bo and Mo'er responded violently, hurriedly studying the ink, ready to see this novel brush.

"Does this work?" Meng Zhao was a little unsure.

Soon, the ink was polished, Qin Yiren picked up the pen in his hand, was full of thick ink, and wrote a big Qin character on the bamboo slip. It feels good, the end of the pen is full of toughness and elasticity, and a Qin character is written well.

"No ink?" Hei Bo, Mo'er, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong stared at each other with round eyes, their faces were in disbelief, looking at the word "Qin" written by Qin Yiren, only to see Zhou Zhou Zhengzheng.

As we all know, the reason why the brush was not popularized in the Warring States period and did not replace the laborious and inefficient carving knife was that the ink was easily dropped. It is conceivable that when writing is a big ball of ink falling down, and all the previous efforts are lost, who will use a brush?

The real popularization of brushes is that after Meng Tian's improvement, the disadvantages of ink loss and ink leakage have been overcome.

Generally speaking, it often takes several times to write a word, and Qin Yiren finished writing a word, and he didn't see a little ink drop, who can not be surprised?

"I'll try!" Hei Bo's curiosity was aroused, and he rubbed his hands, eager to snatch the brush from Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren handed the brush to Hei Bo, who took the pen in his hand, was full of thick ink, and wrote down the word "Gong", which was still not happy, and then wrote the word "Zi". After the two words were written, there was no ink missing, which was enough to surprise Heibo.

"Easy to use! Good! It's so easy to use! Hei Bo was full of praise and wanted to write again, but Mo'er couldn't wait, so she snatched it and pasted the ink on Hei Bo's hand, Hei Bo scolded with a smile: "You Nizi, you are so impatient, how can you get married?" ”

Mo'er gave him a blank look, ignored Hei Bo anymore, and wrote with a pen.

Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong are also impatient, and you are fighting for experience. What makes people laugh is that where Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong are writing, they are "typing" words like using a sword.

"With this pen in hand, who is competing with you?" Ma Gai even used the lyrics of the Qin army's military song.

That's right, since Meng Tian improved the brush, the brush has become the main writing tool of our ancestors and a symbol of Chinese civilization. In the long history of more than 2,000 years, Chinese civilization has been written. It was not until two thousand years later in modern times that it was replaced by fountain pens.

"That's right!" The crowd echoed in unison.

It wasn't until they had enough experience that Qin Yiren made another pen, and then fixed the wolf hair, which was not easy to fall off. Then, some patterns are carved on the bamboo tube to decorate, which is no different from a modern brush.

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Weifeng Trading Company is located in the south of Handan City, covering a large area and having dozens of houses. Although it was a war-torn season, it became common for Zhao Guoguo people to flee the country, and the Weifeng Trading Company was still very busy, with many vehicles coming in and out.

Qin Yiren took Meng Zhao and came to Weifeng Trading Company.

"It turned out to be Childe! Childe, please come in! When the deacon who was busy saw Qin Yiren's face, he smiled and invited Qin Yiren in.

Qin Yiren was slightly stunned, Weifeng Trading Company was his biggest creditor, but he did not slack off on him. According to the memory of his predecessor, every time he came to borrow money, Weifeng Trading Company was kind and never said a word of hurt, which is really rare.

"Tea! Good tea! The deacon greeted and respectfully invited Qin Yiren to sit down.

The maid hurriedly came with a fragrant teacup, rushed to Qin Yiren, put down the teacup, and quickly floated away, without a trace of rudeness.

"Weifeng Trading Company is really good." Qin Yiren secretly praised in his heart.

"Childe is here, what are you doing?" The deacon asked with a smile on his face.

"Borrow money." Qin Yiren's answer was only two words.

"Borrow...... Qian ......" The deacon was stunned for a while, dragging out his voice.

"But don't you borrow?" Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, businessmen are seeking profit, and this is the case.

“…… How much does Childe want to borrow? However, to Meng Zhao's surprise, the deacon actually agreed.

Qin Yiren was also a little surprised, Weifeng Trading Company was his biggest creditor, and it stands to reason that it was normal to refuse to lend him money. As the largest creditor, it is already very good that he did not come to collect debts, so how can there be any reason to borrow again.

"100 gold." Qin Yiren Lion opened his mouth.

The number of 100 gold is not a small amount, Qin Yiren really dares to ask for it.

"Ten gold." The deacon made a counteroffer.

Ten gold, for Qin Yiren, who has less than forty gold, is not a small amount, and the deacon is very generous.

Qin Yiren was secretly surprised in his heart, but he remained silent, shook his head and said, "Just 100 gold." ”

"Twenty gold?" The deacon has doubled up.

"Thirty gold?" Qin Yiren didn't react, and the deacon had to increase the weight.

Qin Yiren still didn't react, the deacon groaned for a while, and said, "Childe, let's be honest, the number of 100 gold is not a small amount, and I can't be the master." If the son must borrow it, let me report it to the steward. Childe, please, wait. The deacon confessed his sin and got up and departed.

"How?" Qin Yiren looked at Meng Zhao.

"Righteousness!" Meng Zhao gave a thumbs up.