Zhao Ji didn't believe it: "Is this pen really that good?"

"Auntie, try it!" Yao Xing diligently pulled Zhao Ji to the table and handed the pen into her hand.

Anyone who has used a carving knife will experience the soreness of the wrist and the numbness of the fingers. When using the brush, except for the first few words, which are a bit heavier, it becomes easier and easier after that.

"This is really a good thing!" Zhao Ji couldn't help but marvel, looking at the pen in her hand with curiosity, but then scolded: "Hair is an extremely precious thing. Even if it is easy to use, it is impossible for even the scholars to use it.

Go up. Maybe you will be ridiculed and belittled by those who are sour in Confucianism."

"Aunt, it's best to use animal hair for this, but I did it secretly and couldn't find a suitable animal, so I cut my hair secretly!" Yao Xing pouted, pretending to be pitiful, hoping to get Zhao Ji's help.

while avoiding being disciplined.

"There are chickens in the yard!" Zhao Ji didn't know why.

"Wool, rabbit hair, wolf hair, deer hair and the like are suitable. The outer ring must be soft and the middle must be slightly harder." Yao Xing searched his mind for all the knowledge about brushes before he could say this. It can be seen that

I had no knowledge before.

Zhao Ji muttered for a while and then said: "Auntie, let me think of a way for you. You should study first!"

"Zheng'er, please put this away. Don't let anyone see you using your sister's hair as a pen." Zhao Ji was about to go out. Before leaving, she suddenly thought of something and turned back to tell Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng nodded, found water to clean the brush, found a beautiful box, and put it back after Zhao Ji left.

"My mother didn't let me, so I secretly used it. I said I would always use this pen to write!" Zhao Zheng looked smart and knew how to hide it from Zhao Ji. This shows that his intention was genuine.

The next day Yao Xing went to the pastry shop as usual. Although the business was not very good, the pastries were novel and the profit was not bad.

Yao Xing will occasionally research new pastries, but there are many modern methods that cannot be replaced in this era, and you may only succeed once in ten attempts.

When he went home in the evening, Yao Xing received a very exquisite brush, even the barrel was engraved with patterns.

"So beautiful!" Yao Xing looked at Zhao Zheng in shock, how did he do it!

Zhao Zhenghan said with a smile: "I went to the mountain to catch two rabbits, and my mother bought a sheep, so I made this."

After all, Yao Xing had seen a video tutorial on how to make a pen. After many attempts, the ugly thing he made was just usable. Zhao Zheng just watched those few failures before making such a successful pen.

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"You are so awesome! How did you carve such a precise pattern?" Yao Xing took the pen and turned it around a few times, still impressed by Zhao Zheng's ability.

"...It's not carved," Zhao Zheng paused and said softly.

"It's not carved, it could be something on the wood!" As soon as Yao Xing finished speaking, he thought of Zhao Ji's hairpin. Zhao Ji had such a thick wooden hairpin with patterns on it, which seemed to be the same as this pen.

The tubes are very similar.

Yao Xing confirmed: "Is this my aunt's hairpin?"

Zhao Zheng nodded and put a finger to his mouth to "shush".

Seeing that he had stolen it, Zhao Jike treasured this hairpin.

Yao Xing swallowed hard and put away the pen. What can I do? Share the blessings and share the hardships!
Chapter completed!