In the studio of the City Lord's Mansion.
Yue Qinlan is lowering her head, holding a thin charcoal pen, writing and drawing words on the mud block by stroke.
For this task, during dinner the day before yesterday, Mu Liang looked at her and said: I found that in the entire Black Tortoise city, your writing is the most beautiful.
Yue Qinlan was a bit shy and proud at first, and she was praised to write and write beautifully in person.
But in the next second, she won't be proud.
"I give you a task to write all the words you know on the mud".
Yue Qinlan remembered at this moment, and could still recall Mu Liang's expression when she said this sentence in her mind.
She put down the mud block she wrote, and wondered: "What did he ask me to write these words for?".
If it is normal writing, it is not difficult, but Mu Liang asked her to write the words backwards.
If it weren't for her strength and a better brain, it would be a bit difficult to write.
"Huh~~", Yue Qinlan breathed a sigh of relief, put down the mud block that was written again, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
At this moment, a towel was handed over.
"Thank you". Yue Qinlan naturally took the towel and wiped the corners of her eyes.
Wait. Who gave her the towel?
After Yue Qinlan reacted with hindsight, she turned her head and looked over and saw Mu Liang's gentle face.
And Alina and Rizuki standing beside them.
"You, why did you suddenly appear?", Yue Qinxinlan's charming face was dumbfounded.
"You are too focused". Mu Liang laughed softly.
He picked up the written mud block, looked at the elegant anti-single word on it, and nodded very satisfied.
"Master Mu Liang, these mud blocks are the second invention?", Alina was a little confused, and carefully picked up a mud block and looked at it.
"Yes, this invention is very practical".
Mu Liang used the earth and rock control ability to sculpt the font on the mud block to "protruding's".
"Practical?", Yue Qinlan frowned.
She has written hundreds of words in mud, but she didn't expect any practical use.
"You only have a little inspiration to know how powerful this invention is". Mu Liang remembered when he was reading a history book.
He would admire the greatness of the ancients, and the inventions of the ancients have been used for a long time in future generations.
Liyue frowned and thought, lowered her head and saw the paper in the wooden box in her hand, and her inspiration suddenly flashed.
Her silver-white eyes were shining, and she said hurriedly: "Mu Liang, don't you want to use the words on this mud block and print it on paper?".
"Liyue, you are so smart, you are the first one to think of".
Mu Liang took the carved mud block and placed it in front of everyone.
"I think of it when I saw the paper". Liyue smiled shyly.
"But, the characters written in charcoal are not very clear in the past". Alina said in confusion.
"Ink will be used for this". Mu Liang had already prepared everything.
The ink he used is very simple, and the material is the bottom ash of the pot.
After being burnt in the fire, a thin layer of black bottom ash accumulated over a long period of time is a good material for making ink.
"Ink?", The three women present were all at a loss.
In the world of wasteland apocalypse, everyone uses charcoal pens, which are pens that are sharpened with charcoal and wrapped in animal skins.
"It's this thing". Mu Liang pulled out a black block from the cabinet of the studio.
This ink ingot was made a few days ago, and the source of the material is the cooking pot in the papermaking workshop.
The bottom of the big pot, which burns wood every day, will soon accumulate a layer of ash at the bottom of the pot.
In fact, the best ink should be soot burned with pine wood, so that you can make the top pine ink.
"What is this?", Yue Qinlan curiously took over.
After flipping through it, she was surprised to find that her fingers were suddenly blackened.
This black is very pure, unlike the light black stained with charcoal.
"I will show it to you". Mu Liang found a pottery plate and used his power to gather a few drops of water on it.
He grinds it with the ink ingot, and the pure black spreads on the pottery plate.
"Next, look at the words written in this ink".
Mu Liang took out a brush from the cabinet and pinched a piece of paper from the wooden box.
The brush is made from the tail hair of the octagonal tusk.
He originally wanted to use the tail hair of the Moon Wolf King to make the famous wolf pen.
But who would have thought that ten days have passed, the Moon Wolf King is still integrating the wolf pack.
Mu Liang's mental and mental feedback from the Moon Wolf King probably understood that the Moon Wolf King was fighting with the rest of the moon wolves at this time and wanted to unify all the moon wolves around him.
"When did you make such a brush?", Yue Qinlan asked in surprise.
She always felt that in the blink of an eye, Mu Liang could take out some novel things from the cabinet.
"It's very simple to make this brush". Mu Liang smiled casually.
Using Slik Control ability to control, making a brush is not easy.
It's a little difficult for ordinary people to make it.
In fact, he doesn't plan to promote brushes vigorously, just use it as a hobby of his own.
It is too difficult to use a brush to write text. It is better to cut a few wooden pens and write with ink quickly.
After all, writing with a brush needs to be practiced, and all kinds of costs are relatively large.
"The key point is this ink". Mu Liang took a brush moistened with the ink, and quickly wrote words on the paper.
The words "Black Tortoise" of the dragon and phoenix jumped on the paper.
When he was in junior high school, he learned his calligraphy in some hobby classes.
"It's so black". Alina said in surprise.
She found that the words written in ink were very black, which was more than ten times better than charcoal pens, so there was no need to be afraid to copy them in the future.
Charcoal characters will fade away as you flip through them, and the color of the characters will fade over time.
"The ink is very smooth to use! Slippery". Yue Qinlan touched a little ink with her finger and wrote on the paper.
"Write with a brush". Mu Liang handed the brush to Yueqinlan.
"Good". Yue Qinlan took the brush.
She found that the brush is really difficult to manipulate, the soft 1 can't be used hard, the pen point is difficult to control, and the writing is skewed and ugly.
"So, this mud block was stained with ink and then printed on paper". Liyue focused on the mud block.
"Yes, this invention is called movable type printing". Mu Liang looked at the piles of mud.
He also needs people to harden the mud, and the same word needs many movable type, otherwise the same word in the same article will be useless.
A set of font blocks required for normal use of movable type printing often requires tens of thousands of movable types.
"I see, the invention of movable type is too powerful". Alina shouted in surprise.
Her pink eyes stared at the mud block fiercely, so that the copy of the book would be very fast, and many sets of adventure travel notes could be printed at once.
"The font I wrote, used to print into a book?", Yue Qinlan looked at the pile of mud next to her, inevitably feeling a little embarrassed.
In the books that you will read in the future, the text on it is the font written by her.
"At night, you let Feiyan harden the mud". Mu Liang thought of the fire-control temperature of the red-haired girl.
"Okay". Yue Qinlan nodded gracefully.
She suddenly thought of something and asked, "Mu Liang, what kind of book do you want to print?".
Yue Qinlan doesn't remember that there are books in Black Tortoise, and several of her books are left in the Yuetan tribe, and they didn't bring them when they left.
"I will write a set of books myself". Mu Liang's mouth turned slightly.
In the education plan of Black Tortoise City, several sets of teaching materials are needed, otherwise he would not have to bother to make paper, make ink, and use movable type printing.
The cultural and ideological transformation of Black Tortoise must start from the teaching materials.
"Huh?", The women opened their small mouths in surprise.
"I'm already writing, you'll know when it's finished". Mu Liang rolled his eyes.
When he is free at night, he will write some textbooks, or write some stories he has seen on the earth.