At this time, Brother Zheng was a little tired because of the long-term review of the folds, and he had to leave his own comments under each letter.

On the side, Brother Zheng, the old man, asked Ying Changsheng in front of him.

"What are you doing when you kid came in to find me?"

"Father, my son is here to have a good thing, and I want to dedicate it to my father, your old man!"

Ying Changsheng said with a smile.

For a while, after hearing Ying Changsheng's words.

Brother Zheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then looked at Ying Changsheng in surprise, and asked puzzledly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you want to give me?"

"Bring it and let me see it!"

"Right here!"

Brother Zheng's eager voice came out.

Win Changsheng was also vague, he was direct, took his pen and paper, and then took action.

At this time, I saw Ying Changsheng, put his hand into his arms, and then took out the pen in his arms and handed it to Brother Zheng.

The moment the pen was delivered to Brother Zheng's hand.

Win Zheng couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then, looking at the pen in Ying Changsheng's hand, which seemed to be unsightly, he looked at the latter with some puzzlement, and asked.

"You kid, what are you doing with this thing?"

After finishing speaking, Brother Zheng took the pen from Win Changsheng's hand, and he was a little puzzled, holding it in his hand and playing with it, he was very puzzled.

The reason is simple.

Brother Zheng didn't understand it very much.

Win Changsheng to show himself a good thing.

How could it be such a dodgy bamboo?

Is this thing difficult, and what else is so special?

What's the use of this thing?

Just as Brother Zheng was frowning and thinking.

Win Changsheng is, Brother Chaozheng, explained the truth here.

I only heard that Brother Chaozheng, who was smiling at Ying Changsheng, explained.

"Father, your old man doesn't know, the truth in this is very simple!"

"Oh?"

For a while, Ying Zheng was slightly puzzled, and he looked at Ying Changsheng in surprise.

I don't understand the meaning of the latter.

And Win Changsheng is not ambiguous, he explained.

"Father, open this lid on top and pull it out!"

"Oh?"

According to what Ying Changsheng said, Brother Zheng acted quickly, opened the cap, and then, looking at the tip of the pen with black ink on it, Brother Zheng showed a puzzled look.

And Win Changsheng is not ambiguous, direct, Brother Chao Zheng gestured.

"Father, this is a pen invented by Erchen, which can be used to collect and write, just use this pen tip to touch the paper in front of you to write on it!"

"And in the process, you don't have to re-dip the ink?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Brother Zheng was a little surprised.

However, he still followed what Ying Changsheng said, according to the way he took the brush, took the pen, and began to write on the table.

Not to mention.

When the pen in Brother Zheng's hand touched the table in front of him.

For a while, Brother Zheng was surprised to find out.

This thing can really be used for writing.

Moreover, the imitation of writing is really not low.

Thinking of this, Brother Zheng couldn't help but widen his eyes and said to Ying Changsheng.

"You kid, you really have a good thing!"

"Father, you are using the wrong way, Erchen teaches you a simpler way to use it!"

Ying Changsheng said with a smile.

Well, the method used by Brother Zheng is similar to the way of holding a brush, so that the wrist is still hanging in the air, which is very tiring.

See this.

Brother Zheng also came to be interested, but I saw that Ying Changsheng was on the side and signaled.

He held the pen and pressed his hand directly to the paper.

Immediately, the writing began.

The tip of the pen flies over the paper.

I only saw that the writing speed of Win Changsheng was extremely fast, and it was Brother Zheng who looked at it.

Amazed.

The reason is simple.

Brother Zheng never thought that this writing speed could reach such a fast point, and for a while, Ying Zheng couldn't help but gasp and said to Ying Changsheng.

"Yes, yes, you kid writes so fast, I've never seen someone write so fast!"

"Hahahaha, Father, don't you see it now!"

After Ying Changsheng laughed a few times, he said to Ying Zheng.

But soon.

Brother Zheng on the side found a new problem, he couldn't help frowning, looked at Ying Changsheng in front of him, and then muttered.

"However, your kid's way of writing seems to be a little special!"

"Oh?"

For a while, Brother Zheng's voice fell, and Ying Changsheng couldn't help frowning, and soon, he reacted to the reason why Brother Zheng said this.

Well, because of the use of a hard pen to write, and then for a while, Ying Changsheng only cared about lying in bed, and neglected an extremely important matter.

This thing is nothing else.

That is, at this time, Ying Changsheng did not actually adopt the vertical writing used in the current era, and then the writing method from right to left, he directly adopted a writing method that is not used by the current people, from left to right.

Inevitably, after seeing this scene.

Brother Zheng couldn't help frowning, and since Brother Zheng had seen this, Ying Changsheng didn't plan to, what kind of reason, he said directly to Ying Zheng with a solemn face.

"Father, what do you think of the way the son is written?"

"This ......"

Brother Zheng frowned slightly, and then opened his mouth to say.

"Although this way of writing seems a bit deviant, it looks like it's some, it's a little pleasing to the eye......"

"Haha, of course!"

Hearing this, Ying Changsheng laughed a few times, and Brother Chaozheng said.

Well, this way of writing, of course, looks much more pleasing to the eye.

The reason is simple.

The human eye has a lateral vision.

In such a situation.

When looking at the characters horizontally, it is definitely much more convenient than looking at them vertically.

It's easier to receive information.

I only heard it, Win Changsheng Dynasty Win Zheng, and opened his mouth to say.

"Father, you're right!"

"Erchen asks you again, another question!"

"Ask!"

Ying Zheng nodded and did not refuse.

And Win Changsheng is not ambiguous, he directly explained to Brother Chaozheng.

"Father, is it convenient to use this pen invented by the son?"

"It's convenient, of course it's convenient!"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng said without thinking.

Well, in Brother Zheng's opinion, this way of writing is simply not too convenient.

At this time, after hearing Brother Zheng's answer, Ying Changsheng showed a satisfied smile, and then, he changed his words and said to Ying Zheng.

"Since you think so, Father, the minister, I want to suggest something to you!"

"Oh? What's the matter? ”

For a while, Ying Zheng was slightly surprised, he looked at Ying Changsheng, and asked very puzzled.