"Calendar?"

Wei Dalei smiled: "I will." ”

"Oh?" Tang Jing was stunned.

"Today is June 14th, Sunday, the day we got smaller, April 27th, Monday, and now it's been 48 days." Wei Dalei crossed his waist with a smug expression.

"Chen Dui told you that." Tang Jing poked at him.

"Uh...... How do you know? Lao Wei only half of the phase came to an abrupt end.

"What do you say?"

"Hehe, I really can't remember, it's still the boss." Wei Dalei sneered.

"Chen Dui didn't tell you how he knew?" Tang Jing tilted her head and asked.

"He said he was thoughtful and had unparalleled computing power." Wei Dalei recounted someone's boast word for word.

"Hmm."

Tang Jing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, nodded and said, "Chen Du is indeed powerful. ”

"yes, haha."

……

When Chen Du came over, he didn't know that he was already half dead, and after seeing the pencil and a few scraps of paper that Wei Dalei had brought down, he immediately understood Tang Jing's thoughts.

"I just don't know if the roughness of the paper can be used for writing." Chen Du said worriedly.

"Judging from the current toilet paper, it should be okay, but the size is not appropriate, you can help me make a book."

"Do you want to write something?"

"Hmm."

"Write what?"

"I won't tell you."

“……”

Because Wei Dalei was asked by Dong Junwei to move other things, Chen Duan didn't know anything about the conversation between the two just now.

"Can you control the refill?"

The two walked to the end of the pencil, and Tang Jing pointed to the position of the exposed black refill.

This is a drawing refill with bare ends, and students also use this kind of pen to paint answer sheets, but they generally use 2b, but this one is 2h.

"This thing is graphite."

"Well, a mixture of graphite and binder, with a density of less than 2, shouldn't be difficult for you." Tang Jing said.

"I'll try."

Chen Wei put the palm of his hand to the position of the refill, this pencil is half a person high when laid flat on the ground, and the refill is also the thickness of a person, if it is made into a pencil that can be used by humans now, it can theoretically produce one million.

It's just that this mixture of graphite and clay has good hardness, but it is very brittle, and it is easy to stick to the black powder.

When Chen Duan withdrew his hand, his palm had been painted black.

But he succeeded in bringing out a small ink stick.

It's just that if you want to use it as a refill, it's still not fine enough, and the degree of fineness is far from enough.

This kind of tiny thing is more difficult for Chen Du, not to mention that it needs to be straight, round, and smooth.

Ultimately.

After about five minutes of repair.

The refill in Chen Dui's hand was roughly the same as before.

"Then there's the wood-wrapped wrapping of it."

This step still uses the pencil's original wood shell, but the outermost lacquer surface is omitted.

"Is it still a hexagonal cross-section?" Chen Du said as he looked at the large pencil.

"If you can, of course it's the best."

"It should be fine."

"The shell of the pencil is generally made of basswood, the wood grain is relatively fine, easy to process, not easy to crack, and the toughness is better."

"Hmm."

Chen Du listened to Tang Jing's explanation while concentrating on making pencils.

Wrap the refill in wood.

Such a seemingly simple movement, to achieve an even and straight movement, but not so easy.

It didn't take long.

A miniature version of the pencil is born.

But it doesn't look that good.

This kind of common thing in daily life, the slightest flaw, can be easily seen.

Tang Jing took it in his hand and made a gesture of holding the pen.

"The thickness and size are enough to be realistic, but no matter how you look at it, it's a little distorted, not straight enough, and you can feel it when you hold it in your hand."

"There is no mold, so I can only do this step for the time being, and I will try a few more times."

Although not a perfectionist, Chen was still not satisfied with the pen in front of him, so he retook the material and worked on it again.

After several failures, I finally made a passable one.

It's a wood-colored pencil that looks the same as it used to be.

"Help me sharpen my pencil."

"Hmm."

After a while, a sharpened pencil with a pointed head appeared.

"Where's the paper?" Chen Du asked.

"It's still like last toilet paper, but help me bind a book."

"What the hell are you going to write?" Chen Du couldn't help but ask again.

Tang Jing still insisted, "I won't tell you." ”

The toilet paper I made last time was a little less interesting when used to wipe the buttocks, the water absorption was not good, and it was rough but hard.

But it's not bad for writing.

It's just still not smooth enough.

……

Since the last attempt, Chen Du has some experience in papermaking, and it is not too difficult to help Tang Jing make a book at this time.

Dozens of sheets of paper were stacked on top of each other, and Chen Duan glued one end together, which was a little better than the binding effect.

After having all the pen and paper, Tang Jing took it in her hand with a smile, came to the conference table, and sat down upright.

This is the first time since the end of the world that Qiming has written in a real sense. If no one else has done anything like this, this is a great leap forward in the spiritual civilization of mankind.

The crowd soon gathered.

Seeing Tang Jing bowing his head and writing, he was a little envious.

"How's it going?" Dong Junwei came over.

"It's okay, it's a bit hard to write, you need to grasp the strength, but the handwriting is quite clear."

Tang Jing said as she turned back to the cover of the notebook and wrote the word "Qiming" in a vertical row on it.

"Really, yes."

While everyone sighed, they were also curious about what Tang Jing wanted to write.

"Keep it a secret first, and I'll show it to you when I'm done." Tang Jing looked mysterious.

……

Tang Jing refused to speak, and others couldn't do it, and everyone saw that she didn't want to write in person, so they could only gradually disperse.

There's a lot to do for everyone.

Dong Junwei has already begun to lead everyone to start the finishing of the second carton.

Once all is done, there will be a lot more space on the ground.

Originally, although the place was also very large, it always looked messy, especially the two large cardboard boxes, which actually blocked a large part of everyone's sight, and because they were placed directly on the ground, the moisture was serious, and the bottom was soft and lying on its stomach, not to mention, it would continue to drop confetti powder after drying.

Once the powder is hidden, it will be like snow, and breathing will be affected.

Since cleaning out a cardboard box, the environment of the room has gone to a higher level, which is why Dong Junwei keeps wanting to clean up the remaining cardboard box.

Tang Jing has always sat alone at the conference table these days and has been writing and fiddling.

Although it remains mysterious, he has told Wei Dalei before that people like Lao Wei can't hide their words at first glance.

Everyone soon knew that Tang Jing was compiling a calendar.

Chen Du thought it was funny at first, and this thing was worth hiding, but after listening to Wei Dalei relay the conversation between him and Tang Jing, the whole person was not good.

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