Tamer: I Build My Home on the Back of Xuanwu

The paper in this box is all just started to practice in the Paper Research Institute, and the thickness of the copied paper is uneven.

"Give me mass production of paper like this." Mu Liang glanced at it for a while.

When he started teaching how to make paper, he didn't want people to make fine paper, and he wanted low-cost paper.

It takes time and effort to make fine paper, and how many sheets are made in a day can't keep up with the consumption.

"Huh?" Lao Meng was a little confused.

He looked at the rough paper in the wooden box, and then at the neat paper on the shelf.

"That paper can also be produced, but not in large quantities."

Mu Liang felt that the fine paper was specially supplied to the City Lord's Mansion to issue orders.

Or, use it for drawing.

Hardcover books can also be produced and sold for a higher price.

Muliang Paper has two reasons, one is to popularize education.

He has not forgotten Wei Geng and Zan Yan who need to be literate, so universal education is imminent.

What kind of civilization do you talk about without literacy, what kind of background do you talk about, and even want to have thoughts?

The other is to make it into a book and sell it to people who come to the commercial street at a high price. It shouldn't be too difficult to exchange a book for a beast spar with [-] evolution points.

If you sell ten copies, you will have one million evolution points, and you can evolve a seventh-level domesticated beast.

"Okay." When Lao Meng heard that the good paper he made was specially provided to the City Lord's Mansion, he immediately became happy.

He thinks it makes sense, if everyone produces good paper, wouldn't it be a waste for everyone to use it.

"From now on, this research institute will be renamed Papermaking Workshop." Mu Liang said flatly.

The name of the research institute is not used indiscriminately.

In the future, there will be a special research institute in Xuanwu City to study spiritual weapons and some special inventions.

"Understood." Lao Meng didn't think there was anything wrong, he just changed his name.

"Go and get busy." Mu Liang waved his hand.

"Yes." Lao Meng left.

Alina blinked her pink eyes and watched the old man leave.

She touched the paper carefully, and asked in amazement: "Lord Muliang, is this the thing that represents animal skin paper?" 473

"What do you think of this invention?" Mu Liang asked with a chuckle.

"This invention is amazing." Alina gave a thumbs up.

She felt that only after reading these papers, she would be full of disgust when she looked at the animal skin paper again.

The animal skin paper is thick and has a fishy smell, and the writing is not smooth.

"When you finish your adventure travel notes, these blank papers can be bound into a book." Mu Liang pointed to the blank papers on the shelf.

"Really?" Alina's pink eyes sparkled.

"Everything I said is true." Mu Liang picked up the wooden box and prepared to take it back to the high ground.

"I'll get it." Li Yue stepped forward to take the wooden box.

"I, I will finish my adventure travel notes within a hundred days."

Alina was stimulated by the white paper, and the time was cut by more than half again.

"Then you have to work hard." Mu Liang walked out.

Another of his inventions is still half finished.

"Master Muliang, don't you have another invention?" Elena asked.

She felt that with one such astonishing invention, the other would surely be just as good.

"..." Li Yue blinked her silver-white eyes, and was surprised to find that the pink-haired girl hadn't recorded a word since she entered the paper-making workshop.

"Let's go back and have a look now." Mu Liang said flatly.

The morning was almost over, and he didn't know how that charming black-bellied woman made things.

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Chapter 143

In the studio of the City Lord's Mansion.

Yue Qinlan was lowering her head, holding a thinned charcoal pencil, writing and drawing words on the mud block stroke by stroke.

This task was when Mu Liang looked at her at dinner the day before yesterday and said: I found that your handwriting is the most beautiful in the entire Xuanwu City.

Yue Qinlan was a little shy and proud at first, and was praised face to face for her beautiful handwriting.

But in the next second, she couldn't be proud anymore.

"I give you a task to write all the characters you know on the clay."

Yue Qinlan remembered at this time, and could still recall Mu Liang's expression when she said this sentence in her mind.

She put down the clay she was writing on, and wondered, "Why did he ask me to write these words?"

Ordinary handwriting would not be difficult, but Mu Liang asked her to write it backwards.

If it weren't for her strong strength and easier use of her brain, it would be a bit difficult to write.

"Huh~~" Yueqinlan breathed a sigh of relief, put down the mud clods that had been written again, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

At this moment, a towel was handed over.

"Thank you." Yue Qinlan took the towel naturally and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Wait...who handed her the towel?

Yue Qinlan came to her senses after a while, turned her head to look over, and saw Mu Liang's gentle face.

And Elena and Liyue standing beside them.

"You, why did you suddenly appear?" Yue Qinlan's charming face was stunned.

"It's because you are too focused." Mu Liang laughed softly.

He picked up the clay block with written characters, looked at the elegant reversed characters on it, and nodded very satisfied.

"Master Mu Liang, are these mud clods the second invention?" Alina was a little confused, and carefully picked up a mud clod and began to look at it.

"Yes, this invention is very practical."

Mu Liang used the ability to control the earth and rock to carve out the characters on the mud block.

"Practical?" Yue Qinlan frowned.

She has written hundreds of words with clay blocks, but she didn't expect any practical use.

"You only need a little inspiration, and you will know the power of this invention." Mu Liang remembered when he was reading history books.

He will admire the power of the ancients, and the descendants will still use the inventions of the ancients for a long time.

Li Yue frowned and thought about it, then looked down and saw the paper in the wooden box in her hand, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Her silvery white eyes sparkled, and she said hastily: "Mu Liang, don't you want to use the words on this clay block and print them on paper, right?"

"Liyue, you are so smart, you are the first to think of it."

Mu Liang took the carved clay and placed it in front of everyone.

"I only thought of it when I saw the paper." Li Yue showed a shy smile.

"However, the words written with charcoal are not very clear when printed." Elena said doubtfully.

"This will use ink." Mu Liang had already prepared everything.

The ink he uses is very simple, and the material is pot bottom ash.

After sintering with intense fire, a thin layer of black pot bottom ash accumulated for a long time is a good material for making ink.

"Ink?" The three women present were all at a loss.

In the world of the end of the wasteland, everyone uses charcoal pens, which are pens that sharpen charcoal and wrap them in animal skins.

"It's this thing." Mu Liang pulled out a black lump from the cabinet in the studio.

This ink ingot was made a few days ago, and the source of the material is still the cooking pot of the paper workshop.

The bottom of a large pot where firewood is burned every day will quickly accumulate a layer of ash.

In fact, the best ink should be soot from pine wood, so that the top pine smoke ink can be made.

"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, not like the light black stained with charcoal.

"Let me show you how to use it." Mu Liang found a ceramic plate, and used his ability to condense a few drops of water on it.

He grinds the ink ingot, and the pure black spreads on the ceramic plate.

"Next, look at the characters written in this ink."

Mu Liang then took out a writing brush from the cabinet, and squeezed out a piece of paper from the wooden box.

The writing brush is made from the tail hair of Octagonal Fangmon.

He originally wanted to use the tail hair of the Moon Wolf King to make the famous Langhao brush.

But who would have thought that ten days had passed, and the Moon Wolf King was still coordinating the pack of wolves.

From the spiritual feedback from the Moon Wolf King, Mu Liang probably understands that the Moon Wolf King is now at war with the rest of the Moon Wolf Pack, and wants to dominate all the Moon Wolves around him.

"When did you make such a brush?" Yue Qinlan asked in surprise.