Han Shuxian was stunned for a moment when he heard Mo Ziyun's words, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought that when Fan Dali and Chen pressed their handprints on the handwriting notes written by themselves in the medical hall, they watched their fingers press down heavily on the ink, and their fingers were stained with a thick layer of ink, but when they were printed on the paper, they were still only on the part where the fingers pressed, not at all like ink, and they were blurred after falling off the paper. After thinking about it for a while, he replied, "I remembered one, but I don't know if it will work."

In the first half of the sentence, Mo Aster's eyes suddenly lit up, could it be that there was already ink at this time? But the latter words are a little different! But he was still looking forward to his new method, and looked at Han Shuxian expectantly.

Not only Mo Ziyun waited for Han Shuxian to speak with a surprised face, but Yu Silian was shocked when she heard it, she still thought about it in her heart, but she had no clue, and asked, "What ink?"

Han Shuxian replied, "Not ink, to be exact!"

Not ink? Mo Ziyun also had no clue, "How can you print if it's not ink?"

Yu Silian was also puzzled, and then said, "That's right, it's not how to print with ink!"

Han Shuxian replied, "Although it's not ink, it should be able to be used." Although it is not yet known how to brush the ink on the paper, it is still basically certain that it can be used as ink printing. Then he said, "No matter how much ink is printed on the paper, it will not blur, and if it can be printed with ink, there will definitely be no uneven handwriting."

After hearing that it is ink clay, Mo Aster is also a mouthful, ancient and modern times are used ink clay, but now it is basically used ink ink. If you can make ink, it will not be a problem to replace ink with ink, and the printed words will be absolutely clear.

It's just that how the ink is produced, I don't know, but the ink can be produced, the ink can definitely be made, and the price will not be too high, if it is too high, it will not be popularized, but whether it is expensive or not, you have to have it first. Then he asked, "Godfather, what is ink, mud?" How do you print words out of mud?"

Han Shuxian laughed heartily after Mo Ziyun's words, this is what a child looks like! "It's not mud, but it's a little mud." Han Shuxian's explanation was almost simple and crude, but fortunately, it was followed by a small explanation, "After mixing the mud with oil, it becomes ink."

Han Shuxian didn't know how to explain this ink clay to Mo Ziyun, because he also didn't know much about it, so he directly said that cinnabar was mud.

Mo Ziyun endured the smile in her heart, it turned out that the ink clay was done like this! Sure enough, it's a liar! After suddenly realizing it, he asked, "Then we don't need mud, change mud into ink, and use ink to add oil, can we mix it into ink, and then we can use ink to print words?"

Han Shuxian felt that the baby in front of him had a childlike appearance, but in a blink of an eye, he came to slap his face again, fortunately, he was used to it, and after thinking about it for a while, he decided to put the idea that Mo Ziyun said into action, "You can try this idea." I said that I would try it, and the ink cartridge oil at home was ready-made, so I immediately took an ink strip and came over.

When Han Shuxian took the ink strip, Yu Silian put Han Qiulu down and went to pour the oil, Mo Ziyun had to twitch the corners of her mouth slightly and stay in place to accompany Han Qiulu, and wait for the two to come back, if the ink could be so simple, I am afraid that I would have tossed it out a long time ago.

The two of them went back quickly, and after coming back, Han Shuxian immediately poured the soybean oil brought by Yu Silian into the inkstone, and then picked up the ink strip and grinded it.

The result was the same as Mo Ziyun thought in his heart, it ended in failure, looking at the paper stained with oil and ink, Mo Ziyun said again: "Godfather, do you still have to add mud to print?" I still have to remind if there is something missing inside.

Han Shuxian also knew that he was thinking simply, and said with a smile: "I don't know about this, I'll inquire tomorrow!"

Mo Ziyun nodded "um", "We'll try again when you ask clearly, godfather." This matter was not in a hurry, so Mo Ziyun never thought that she could achieve wax paper printing in a short time.

Although this matter is not urgent, there is also a more urgent matter, although I am studying every day, and according to the progress of tonight's study, my godfather has increased the study task for himself, but it does not include arithmetic. Arithmetic however

I didn't pay much, I only taught simple addition and subtraction.

It's just how to add and subtract, how to teach the baby in the village when you arrive, this is an important application related to bookkeeping, how can people who can't learn arithmetic well calculate the accounts clearly, remember clearly, so if you want to do arithmetic well, you have to go out first, "Godfather, I want to learn arithmetic, can you help me find a book to learn arithmetic?"

Han Shuxian: "Learn arithmetic?"

Mo Ziyun nodded, "Well, arithmetic is also fun, I can count hundreds plus hundreds."

Han Shuxian didn't expect her to be interested in arithmetic, but he wasn't very good at this, but it was no problem to teach her, "Okay, I'll find you a book again tomorrow and come back to teach you."

After telling Han Shuxian that he was going to learn arithmetic, Mo Ziyun walked to the study, ready to see how Han Chunlin was reading, had he finished writing? After coming to the study, he saw that Han Chunlin was still writing, "Brother Chunlin, are you going to finish writing?"

Han Chunlin turned his head to look at Mo Ziyun who walked in, and replied, "I'm almost done!"

Mo Ziyun walked over and sat next to him, and after sitting down, she didn't speak, just sat quietly and watched him write. It's just that after looking at his words, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this word was written back to the original, and there were so many words in the daytime. Looking carefully at the words he wrote, and comparing the state of his writing during the day with his current situation, he is writing a lot more anxiously now, which is obviously coping and perfunctory.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath and tell yourself that he's only six, six years old! Thinking about it like this, I instantly felt that he was still studying very diligently, and after the lecture, he continued to read and copy books here mostly to pass the time, so that he could not participate in the experiment of wax paper printing. Although it is written somewhat perfunctory, coping. But to be able to persist in writing here, this is already better than many people.

Mo Ziyun thought about it carefully, and felt that Han Chunlin was a malleable talent, and she made up her mind to train Han Chunlin well, and she would not be in vain as a teacher.

Thinking about my current small body, I can cultivate these words as funny as I want!

Accompanied Han Chunlin to finish copying the book before going home, and when they got home, Li Linsong and Li Linyu were still playing a game of hide and seek in the yard. didn't care about the two of them, and after entering the house, he looked at Murong Qingyuan, and next to him was his grandfather who was sitting on a chair and resting with one leg crossed. Z.br>

"Grandpa, I'm back!" Mo Ziyun shouted after entering the house.

Mo Tingyu replied with a smile, "Okay." Then he said, "Your milk has boiled all the water, you go wash and go to sleep."

Mo Ziyun also smiled, "Okay, I'll go later."

After Mo Ziyun finished answering, he turned his head to Murong Qingyuan, who was still copying the book, and said, "Brother Qingyuan, I have something I want to discuss with you!"

After Murong Qingyuan finished writing the words he wrote, he turned to Mo Ziyun and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Ziyun said, "Uncle Xie sent some books and pen and paper today, I want to adjust our current teaching methods, do you have any ideas?"

Murong Qingyuan put down his pen and said, "I want to think about it."

Mo Ziyun didn't urge him, because he also needed to think about this matter, and asking him was just to let him think about it.

The book must be sent to them, but the method is also to pay attention to, although the babies who came are relatively obedient, but in case they don't come in a few days, it won't be a waste to send this book. So this book can't be sent directly, but if it doesn't be sent, and there is not even a book to read, what can you read?

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Ziyun also had her own answer, and looked up at Murong Qingyuan, who was still thinking about it, "Brother Qingyuan, have you figured it out?"

Murong Qingyuan nodded, "Our books can't be given to them, what if they don't come if we give them to them now?"

Mo Ziyun was glad that he could think of this, but still asked, "If you don't send it to them, how will they read the book?"

Murong Qingyuan replied, "When they came to study, they only took out the books and distributed them to them, and then took them back after the class."

Murong Ziyun also thought about this, but finally decided not to take the book back. Books can be sent to them, but there are also requirements, every day in class, she will check if there is any damage, if there is damage, take it back,

In the future, I will only take it out for him to use during class. Then there is the fact that if you don't come to class again, you have to return the book.

After Mo Ziyun said his thoughts, Murong Qingyuan didn't object, and said, "That's fine, if you can't even keep a book, you don't need to read more of this book."

Listening to Murong Qingyuan's tone that was almost adult, Mo Ziyun sometimes wondered if he was reborn in this era like himself, but he was lucky to meet someone who loved him after coming here, and he unfortunately became a wanderer!

The corners of Mo Ziyun's mouth twitched slightly, and she said secretly: Not all children are as self-disciplined as you! No, isn't it saying that the babies in the village are all naughty babies. Although they are naughty, they are normal children's nature! And the serious one in front of him is the abnormal outlier!

Forget it, don't talk more about aliens, because you are also aliens in his eyes! I had to continue to pretend to be naïve and say, "Well, they're bigger than me, and it would be a shame if they couldn't even keep a book." After speaking, he said, "Let's take out the books for the eldest brother and Sister Mo Li first."

Murong Qingyuan said, "Okay, I'll get it."

Mo Ziyun said, "I'm with you."

Mo Ziyun was about to jump off the chair as she spoke, but before she could jump, she was hugged by Murong Qingyuan, "Be careful, don't fall." After speaking, he hugged Mo Ziyun and got off the chair.