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Chapter 577 The book is the platform, the ink is the work(2/2)

The ancient packaging and sharp handwriting instantly captured everyone's hearts.

"Chinese 100 Workers"

Who dares to represent the Chinese labourers with such a big tone?

A hundred craftsmen?

Is it the craft they want to be?

Everyone was full of doubts, but the picture did not stop. In the eyes of everyone who was curious, confused, or expectant, the book slowly opened.

It was clearly silent, but everyone seemed to hear the creaking sound of the heavy door slowly opening.

The blue waves on the book slowly show clear handwriting.

To their surprise, those words were just fleeting, as if they were really washed away with the flowing water.

But some production scenes slowly emerged in that book.

First, it is the material, then the tools, and then the hands for operating.

Books are the platform, and ink is the craftsmanship.

At the beginning, the ink traces were very light and the movements were very slow, so clear that people could even see the rough cracks on their hands.

But as the flow of water accelerates, the movements are getting faster and faster.

The carving knife produced a large amount of wood chips, but it immediately turned into ink and washed away.

A cowhide appeared in the picture and swayed with the flowing water, as if someone was really holding it and cleaning it carefully.

The more and more semi-finished products piled up, there was a reflection of the scorching sun in the water.

The scorching sun slowly turns into a bright moon, and the white light emits as the flowing water.

The hands gathered all the materials together first, then assembled them tightly, then lifted two round stones and rolled them on the cowhide.

At this point, many people had already recognized it and exclaimed: "Drum? This is not the video of Master Lu..."

However, this advertisement did not give them time to react. After the entire drum was made, all other materials quickly turned into ink marks and disappeared with the running water.

The hands held the drumsticks and waved them hard!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
Chapter completed!
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