Zhou Chong thought that Wei Liaozi would have done something amazing, but he did not expect that his actions were too disappointing. The master and apprentice waved their axes and cut down a tree of bowl thickness in a short time. Then they cut it into small pieces of one foot long and then split it into thin slices. Zhou Chong had to admit that the master and apprentice were superior in splitting wood, and the thickness of the wood chips was almost the same. It was obvious that they practiced a lot.

"They are splitting wood and making calligraphy simplified books." Zhou Chong suddenly realized and said, "Mr. Liaozi's skill is unique and rare in the world." This is not a compliment, but a pertinent evaluation of the master and apprentice's unique skills.

Wei Liaozi split the wooden piece and said, "Mr. Zhou has been too much, and he has been familiar with it, so he will be fine."

"This is nothing but a good-looking oil seller! The ancients worked so hard, and it was so difficult to write some works. It's not like modern people. They don't have paper anymore. They spend a little money to buy them in the store. More advanced ones just wrote on a computer, not even paper or pen, one in the sky and the other in the ground." Zhou Chong compared in his heart and said, "Do you dare to ask, how many volumes of masterpieces are going to be written?"

Liaozi pondered for a moment and said, "Five volumes, each volume has four to five more chapters."

Zhou Chong asked again: "How many wooden slips are prepared to use for each article?"

"One pound is less, three or two pounds more." Wei Liao replied.

Zhou Chong calculated, "So, the masterpiece must be at least twenty or thirty kilograms. After the book is completed, the master will carry it with him. Isn't it a burden?"

Some people think that scholars in ancient times were very relaxed. In fact, scholars in ancient times were the hardest. Before the paper was popular, these books alone were enough to bear. If you were studying abroad, the books you brought with you would be at least dozens of kilograms, and the weight might be hundreds of kilograms. It’s not easy for a scholar to become a porter in the true sense. Maybe some people say that you can spend money to ask someone to pick them up, which is also a money. Generally speaking, scholars are very poor. Don’t you hear the saying that “poor literature and wealth and martial arts”?

A very interesting story is that in order to travel west, Su Qin lobbyed King Huiwen of Qin, sold all his property, dressed himself up as either rich or noble, and found someone to carry books to Qin. As a result, he failed. When he returned home, he became a beggar. He didn't say that the book was gone, so hungry that he had no energy to ask his wife to cook, and ignored him. He asked his sister-in-law to cook something and not dump him. How desolate!

"It's nothing, I've been used to it for a long time." Wei Liaozi didn't care. He could hear that he had entrustled Jian a lot.

Zhou Chong sighed in his heart: "Even a very knowledgeable person like him has suffered a lot from the pain of calligraphy. Such poor scholars suffer more and more than him. If they can think of a way to make them suffer less, it will be good." After a change of mind, he immediately had an idea and said, "Sir, can you listen to me?"

Wei Liao put down the work in his hand, looked at Zhou Chong with great interest, and asked, "Sir, please speak, please listen carefully, Liaozi."

"Mr.'s book must be a stunning work. If you use wooden slips, it will be bulky and difficult to clean up, and it will not be convenient to store." Zhou Chong went straight to the topic and said, "I mean, if I go buy some paper or silk, the teacher can write it on silk."
Chapter completed!