Seeing Wang Dashan looking a little disappointed, Zhong Yue comforted him: "Uncle Wang, don't be sad. When I become famous, Zhong's former residence will be developed into a scenic spot, and there is still hope."

"Go and go, are you famous? I might as well expect the boar at home to give birth to a cub!"

Wang Dashan got on the motorcycle, pulled the accelerator with a resentment, and drove away like flying. Zhong Yue smiled, returned to the room, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find the suitable wood for making pen holders.

After searching for a long time, except for the wood on his grandfather's scroll that seemed to be valuable, he searched all the others, but there was no suitable wood. He couldn't tear off his grandfather's works, but after thinking about it, he would give up.

Just when Zhong Yue was a little disappointed, he suddenly saw a thin bamboo pole that had been left in the corner of the wall for a long time. His eyes lit up. Yes, why didn’t I expect it? Isn’t it enough to just use a bamboo pole!

The bamboo stem made of bamboo tubes has natural patterns, and the quality is much better than that of wooden tubes. In addition, the bamboo itself is hollow, and as long as it is slightly polished, it will be a natural pen tube. Isn’t this a ready-made pen tube!

Thinking of this, Zhong Yue quickly picked up the bamboo pole that had been kept in the dark for several years and ran towards Zhang Bo’s house. Bamboo needs to be used as a pen pole, and the pen must be dehydrated before processing. The pen tube made of fresh bamboo not only feels bad, but also becomes moldy.

Seeing Zhong Yue running over, Zhang Laifu, who had just started taking a nap, looked angry.

"You boy, I just took a short time to take a break and you were lazy and escaped? Young people nowadays really don't have the perseverance. When I was young..."

"Don't mention it back then. Look at this bamboo pole, can you make a pen?"

Zhang Laifu took the bamboo pole that Zhong Yue had on hand, "Oh, where did you find it? He looks good. He has been in the dark for several years. This is not ordinary bamboo, but golden silk bamboo."

“Is it valuable?”

Zhang Laifu rolled his eyes over and said, "Twenty or thirty-one."

“…”

Zhong Yuebai was very happy and thought it was so valuable.

"That can be a pen?"

"Haha, you guys are lazy and sloppy. Yes, using this bamboo as a pen holder saves a lot of process, but the basic skills are not solid."

"It's not too late to practice the basic skills slowly in the future." What Zhong Yue wants the most now is the brushwork, so he can make a qualified brush first.

Seeing Zhong Yue's roaring look so anxiously, Zhang Laifu shook his head and smiled, "Okay, you polish the pen holder yourself. It seems that you will not give up if you don't make a pen today. I'll go see if there is any wool in the house, so I'll just demonstrate the whole process to you today."

"Okay, thank you, Master."

Zhong Yue slowly approached the flywheel with a selected piece of bamboo material, cut a suitable piece of bamboo tube, and slowly polished it on the grinding wheel. Soon, a unique pen rod was born.

"Drip! The system detected a pen holder. It has medium quality, medium practicality, and good material. It has a comprehensive score of 69 points."

Wow!

Zhong Yue was shocked. The score was so high? Isn’t it wrong?

"The system is correct incorrectly, the practicality of the pen holder accounts for a heavy score, it is easier to pass the elementary qualification, and it is difficult to improve the score later."

When Zhong Yue heard the sound of the system, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be like this. It was like a child with poor academic performance. You let him master the basic knowledge points in the textbook. From failing to passing the exam, it may be enough for one month, but it is difficult to get from passing the exam to 90 minutes in four or five months. It is easy to use this piece of work to pass, but it is very difficult to improve it to quality.

Zhang Laifu looked at Zhong Yueche's good pen holder and smiled and said, "I knew you would be lazy. This bamboo tube pen holder really saves a lot of effort. Just do it. Next, I will teach you the most important step in making a pen - tying a pen."

"Is it necessary to make a pen?"

Zhang Laifu nodded, "In our jargon, the pen has four virtues: sharp, uniform, round, and strong. This pointed means that the pen tip should be pointed, like an awl; synchronous means that the pen tip should be flush after the pen tip is spread out; the round means that the pen tip should be round and full, with uniform covering hair, and smooth writing without splitting; the strong means that the pen tip is elastic when writing and painting, and can show the strength of the pen tip."

Zhang Laifu brought a basin of water, "The rough two steps for making brushes are 'water basin' and 'working'. The previous selection of materials, removing fat, and washing were carried out in the water basin. If you look at it, use this iron chisel to clamp the selected wool. The unique skills in the water basin are in total: select the fine hair, press the hair accurately, round the brush evenly, and tidy the brush."

A pile of wool was washed by the basin in Zhang Laifu's hand and instantly pinched it into the pen tip. Before Zhong Yue could understand it, the pen tip was done.

Zhang Laifu lit an alcohol lamp, burned rosin, burned the prepared stigma on it, quickly picked up the twine on the side, and said, "The clarified pen tip should be tied with twine, and called it a thorn."

The pen tip tied with twine appeared in Zhang Laifu's hand.

"The next thing is to pretend. Give me your pen holder."

"oh……"

Zhong Yue came to his senses and handed the bamboo tube over.

Zhang Laifu wiped the glue into the pen tube and stuffed the tip of the pen into the bamboo tube.

“It’s done?”

Zhang Laifu smiled and said, "It's just a rough man, and you still have to practice it."

“…”

Zhong Yue was completely confused. It is really a kung fu job to make pens in love, so difficult!

Zhang Laifu used a small blade to comb the hair on the made pen tip and finally handed the repaired pen to Zhong Yue. "I have been quitting for many years and have all my skills. If you want to be as good as mine, you will not be able to get down for three years."

“…”

Three years, Zhong Yue really doesn’t have the patience to learn how to make pens with Zhang Laifu. If all his youth is spent on making pens, wouldn’t he have to spend the three years of revitalizing Zhong’s calligraphy?

No wonder people are more and more willing to learn the pen making skills now. It is really thankless.

"Drip! The system detected a finished brush. It has medium quality, medium practicality, low rarity, ordinary materials, and a comprehensive score of 61 points to meet the requirements of primary brush production. Since non-hosts are all hand-made, the task completion degree is: 50%. Will the brush practice mode be turned on?"

Zhong Yue was stunned. Is this... a system bug?

This pen can barely be considered as his making, but in this way, he can start the brushwork practice mode? Even Zhang Bo’s craftsmanship can barely reach the level of qualified. If he really spends three years learning to make a pen, wouldn’t it be a cold day lily! This is simply a system bug, and this can make him start the brushwork practice mode!

Zhong Yue stood up, "Brother Zhang, I'm going to learn about this writing tomorrow, and it's getting late!"

After saying that, before Zhang Laifu could react, Zhong Yue ran away.

"Hey, why do you keep talking all day long?"

When Zhong Yue ran home, the system prompt sounded again, "Whether to turn on the brushwork practice mode? If the host has no answer, it will seal..."

"Open!"

Zhong Yue suddenly felt his entire consciousness twisting, as if he was passing through a gate of time, and black figures kept floating in front of him, and finally drifted slowly and suddenly stopped before a black shadow.

A golden light flashed, and a bald man looked like a clothed man suddenly stood in front of Zhong Yue.

"Jinnong? The head of the Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou... and still have an introduction? Is this an NPC?"

"The system binds a copy of Jinnong's lacquer book, and the host can talk to Jinnong and receive the brushwork of the lacquer book."

Zhong Yue originally thought it was an empty system, but he didn't expect that there was such a humanized setting, which was like playing a game. Zhong Yue waved to Jin Nong, and suddenly felt that the whole scene had changed, and he seemed to be in a street market in ancient times!

"Hey! Yangzhou cake! Walk by, don't miss it!"

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank, this place...is it the ancient Yangzhou?

Have you traveled through time?

However, the next moment, Zhong Yue realized that he had not traveled through time because all the background he saw was ignoring his existence. Otherwise, he would have stood on the street in such a strange costume and would not have been stared at and watched.

When Zhong Yue saw Jin Nong, the NPC who could talk to in front of the calligraphy and painting stall, he heard the sound of the system just now, and seemed to have randomly seen Jin Nong's lacquer calligraphy brushwork. So he walked over and asked, "Mr. Jin, are you asking you to get the brushwork?"

"Yes." The bald old man looked kind, which made Zhong Yue feel very easy-going.

"That's great, don't know how to collect it?"

Jin Nong, the leader of the Eight Ecological Evils in Yangzhou, smiled, "Since you have not completed all your tasks and entered the brushwork practice mode, you cannot directly receive the lacquer calligraphy brushwork. You need to be 100% proficient in order to automatically understand it."

“…”

It turns out that it is cheap but not good!

"Then, how can I improve my proficiency?"

The brush in Jinnong's hand began to move, and he chuckled, "It depends on your understanding."

Zhong Yue looked down and said that the pen in the hand of this famous calligrapher and painter was different from the brush he usually saw, and it looked more like... a brush!

"This ink..."

"Good eyesight, this ink is called 500 kilograms of oil, thick like lacquer, and has a shiny color."

Zhong Yue continued to watch Jin "Monk" write on paper. Such a brush without a pen tip, when writing characters, there was no turning point, side point, or center point.

"Just not turn it over?"

"Very good, it seems you have understood something."

Zhong Yue then quietly read the whole work of "Monkey" Jin. How to say it, just like the names of the Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou, this font is ridiculous and most people cannot appreciate it at all. If Zhong Yue used this font to write Spring Festival couplets for the villagers, it would definitely be a waste of money for free.

It's simply flattened bold... and it's mixed with some strange brushstrokes.

Zhong Yue looked at it for an entire hour before he automatically exited the simulation system and glanced at the progress bar. What? Only 5% of his proficiency? When will he master the brushwork?

"The host can watch the pen movement for one hour a day. In addition, copying and practicing calligraphy can also increase proficiency."

Zhong Yue lay on the bed and worked together for several days. He also had to practice calligraphy. He thought he could become a great calligraphy of his generation without practicing calligraphy.
Chapter completed!