I really told Wang Ao that Zhou Chong wanted to make a useful brush for Wei Liao.

Wei Liao's pen is a terrible sight to us from the perspective of modern people. We modern people all know that a brush is to dig out a cavity at one end of the pen tube, stuff the pen hair inside, and fix it with paint. It is a brush. Before Meng Tian's improvement of the pen making method in the Qin Dynasty, the brush was made quite rough, and there was no difference from a broom. There are two ways to make it. One is to cut the pen tube into several petals, then put the pen hair inside, and after fixing it, it became a brush.

Another method of making is purely a broom, and the brush is tied around the pen tube with thin thread. The brush used by Wei Liao was made in this way, so Zhou Chong almost laughed out loud when he saw the eight-body scholar, and imagined the brush as a broom. Wei Liao actually wanted to use such a poor pen to write a military masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. Zhou Chong really shouted for him in his heart and shouted unworthy.

Not to mention Zhou Chong, if a modern person had just seen such a scene, he would have reacted the same way as Zhou Chong, and shouted in his heart that he was not worthy and too unfit.

"Mr.'s pen has too little ink to write coherently. Always dip ink, which will interrupt your talent and be unfavorable to write." Zhou Chong nodded and said his thoughts, saying, "I want to make a good pen for Mr. to write coherently, so that Mr. can finish it in one go and write a great work."

The biggest problem with Meng Tian’s brush before refining was that he had too little ink to write coherently. He spent a lot of time dipping ink, and wasting time. For Wei Liao, it was always messing with his thinking, which was the most unwilling thing for writers to tolerate. (This is easy to understand. For example, if he used a broken fountain pen to write, he could not write words while writing, which would affect people’s mood. After a few times, his talent might be exhausted. Friends with writing experience would agree.)

Wang Ao high-five and praised: "Brother Zhou's words have come to Wang Ao's heart. We scholars have suffered a lot from this broken pen. If Brother Zhou can make a good pen for his husband, Wang Ao will make wolf meat soup for Brother Zhou and make soup for Brother Zhou every day."

We modern people are much happier than the ancients. In the past few years of writing, we used a fountain pen, but now we don’t even need to write the keyboard. The difference is really a big difference.

Zhou Chong understood Wang Ao's mood very well and smiled and said, "Brother Wang is so serious. I'm just an idea. I'm not sure whether it can be done." This is just a modest statement. Modern people know that it will be done as long as they have seen a brush.

"Brother Zhou, how do you start?" Wang Ao asked enthusiastically.

Zhou Chong said, "You have to ask Brother Wang for help." With Zhou Chong's lead, the two of them threw the wolf skin and rabbit skin into the pot, cooked it in boiling water, then took it out, and after cooling, they pulled out the wolf hair and rabbit hair. Of course, the plucked hair is enough to make a branch.

Wolf hair and rabbit hair are mixed and tied together in a certain proportion. This is a brushmaking method called "combination hair" in later generations. It was not yet in the Qin Dynasty. It was popular in the Qin Dynasty to make single animal hair hair. The pen tip is poor and the writing comfort is lacking. This is a major disadvantage of brushes in the Qin Dynasty.

Wang Ao didn't expect it and asked Zhou Chong in surprise: "Brother Zhou, can this work?"

"Justs, the method of fusion and hair has been used since the Western Dynasty, and can it still be successful?" Zhou Chong laughed at Wang Ao, the ancient man, for not having enough knowledge. He explained with a smile: "Writing a pen made of hair lacks flexibility and is very uncomfortable to write. When writing a book, you need not only agile talent, but also a good pen to express your ideas well, maintain a good mood, and write more smoothly and better."

Wang Ao slapped Zhou Chong's shoulder excitedly, raised his thumb and said, "Brother Zhou, what you said is to my bones. Just this is a piece of work that harms people, and they often lose their good thoughts and will never find their agile talents."

"If you want to be a craft, you must first have a powerful tool." To write a good article, you not only need a good environment, but also a good tool!

Zhou Chong sighed and thought: "Even you, a steady person, is so excited, you can imagine that you have suffered a lot on the pen. No wonder those great calligraphers in later generations, such as the saint of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, and his teacher, Mrs. Wei, did not spare a lot of time to study the method of making pens, not just to find a smooth feeling of writing."

Picking up the pen tube, Zhou Chong sharpened one end. We all know that the pen tube is flat, so there is no reason to sharpen it. Wang Ao also thought so and asked in surprise: "Brother Zhou, why do you need to sharpen it?"

Zhou Chong said nothing, stretched out his hand and inserted it into Wang Ao's hair bun, and smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

Wang Ao laughed and said, "Miaomiao. Brother Zhou is meticulous and has every detail. He is in the plan of Brother Zhou. He is so good! He is so good!" He took the pen and handed it to Zhou Chong.

"What's so strange about this? Didn't this method be popular in the Han Dynasty? Those literati who wrote notes about the emperor's daily life had no place to put their pens, so they sharpened the pen tube and inserted it into their hair buns." Zhou Chong was amused in his heart and said, "I dig a hole on the other end, stuff the pen hair into it, and fix it with paint. It would be a high-end wolf hair that would satisfy the teacher."

This method of making brushwork is called the method of taking hair. It started with Meng Tian’s brushwork and has been passed down to the present. More than two thousand years have passed, and no one can change it.

Master and apprentice Wang Ao have studied pen making a lot, but they didn't think of this method. When he heard Zhou Chong's words, his eyes lit up and his hands blew hard, and praised: "What a wonderful idea. We have made many strokes before, but we didn't think of this. Really! My husband and I were based on brooms and conducted research. There were not a thousand or eight hundred pens, so why didn't we think of this? Our method of making the brush is easy to fall off, and a pen will be scrapped soon. If we use this method, a pen will be used a lot longer!" Look at his appearance, it can really be called pushing away the dark clouds and seeing the blue sky!

"No wonder your pen looks like a broom at first sight. It turns out that it is based on a broom." Zhou Chong had to admit that Wang Ao's talent was really very agile. As soon as he raised his head, Wang Ao talked about the advantages of the method of accepting hair and laughed: "A wise man has a thousand thoughts, but he also has a mistake. Mr. Wang and Brother Wang have mastered military tactics and ergonomic techniques, and are unparalleled in the world. There are inevitably some shortcomings in these tricks of carving and insects. Brother Wang doesn't have to blame himself."

"Brother Zhou Xie excuses me." Wang Ao patted his forehead and said, "Everything is said to be the word "destiny". I have no choice but to make a pen. Brother Zhou, can you please hurry up?"

Zhou Chong understood his thoughts and said, "It will be fine soon." He stuffed the pen into the cavity, solidified it with paint, and baked it with fire, and it will be fine soon.

Wang Ao no longer cared about etiquette, snatched it from Zhou Chong's hand, pressed the tip of the pen on his palm a few times, nodded and praised: "It's elastic, flexible, good pen! Good pen!"

"What's good? When I see General Meng Tian in the future, I have to take a detour." Zhou Chong thought to himself, and said, "The ink used by Mr. is pine smoke ink, and this is rabbit hair. This is the ink that grows in the pine smoke. The pen produces a cunning rabbit calligraphy, which complements each other. Only then can I write a great work for Mr. Let's give it to Mr. "

"The ink grows in the pine and smoke, and the pen shows the cunning rabbit's calligraphy. Good poems! Good poems!" Wang Ao chanted and praised.

Zhou Chong patted his forehead lightly and thought to himself: "Cao Zijian, sorry, I accidentally quoted your poems. Don't scold me for plagiarizing, I didn't intend to."

The two of them came to Wei Liao's writing bookstore excitedly, but they saw Wei Liao frowning together, and the eight-body scholar put it on the pen seat. Wang Ao walked over gently and skillfully exchanged the wolf-haired pen in his hand with the pen seat.

Wei Liao thought for a while, held the wolf's brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote quickly with his wrist, but did not say a word of praise.
Chapter completed!