If you really want to make a book, it will take a lot of time and effort, and you have to make it look old, which is another troublesome thing.
In an era when there were no fountain pens, only brushes, and printing was impossible, and people could only write one word at a time, it would take at least a month to produce a book.
Besides, she has other things to do on weekdays and can't focus on this, so it takes even longer.
Okay, I'll ask now.
"Oh, if only it could be printed."
A whole page appears in a flash, how fast!
It didn't take much time at all to finish this book.
You can make a movable type printing mold, can't you carve? It's not a big deal to make some wood and carve the words directly, or make some clay and burn it.
The more Su Qiao listened, the brighter her eyes became, and she almost jumped for joy.
"Xiao Si, you are my lucky star."
"Last time I was making buttons, I kept thinking I had forgotten something important. This is it."
She can carve words, and she can also find some clay and burn it!
You don’t have to worry about the ink, as there are ready-made ones. As for the molds for movable type printing, you can also do it if you think about it.
Printing, what's so difficult about that
Just when Su Qiao was getting excited and wanted to start working immediately, her brother Su Yichen came over with a puzzled look on his face.
Pointing to the two stacks of papers of different colors on the wooden door, he said, "Sister, this is... paper?"
"Why are you at home?"
"It's a day off today, and I've been reading in the study."
Oh yes, my second brother mentioned it yesterday, saying that he had a day off at the private school today, and could go to town to study with my eldest brother tomorrow.
Su Yichen's mind was completely on the paper in his hand.
He looked at the two papers on the left and right with a look of shock: "Sister, this... did you make this paper?"
"Yes, I made it, but it's not for writing, it's for going to the toilet."
Su Qiao took the light yellow paper from his hand and rubbed it with a little force to make it softer and more suitable for use in the bathroom.
"Go...to the toilet?" Su Yichen's eyes widened.
The next second, he immediately bent down, picked up two stacks of papers, turned around and left.
"No, how can you use such good paper... to... go to the toilet?"
"Well?"
Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after him: "Don't take them all, I still need them."
That was the paper she used for going to the toilet.
Su Yichen ran to the other side of the well. There was another well in between. He felt relieved and stopped.
He looked at his spendthrift sister with a serious face and said, "Do you know how much this paper sells for in town? How could you be so wasteful?"
“But I made it to use it.”
She really didn't want those leaves anymore.
As a result, she felt dirty and uncomfortable if she didn't take a shower every day.
What's more, she is already fourteen years old and she doesn't know when her period will come. Without sanitary napkins, some clean and soft paper is better than nothing, right
"I don't care. You can't touch this paper." Su Yichen looked determined and serious.
This paper was made with so much effort, but in the end, she herself couldn't move it
Su Qiao put her hands on her hips, so angry that her teeth ached.
If she had known this would happen, she would not have "trained" him so well. The cowardly and timid elder brother who used to be quiet was actually a pretty good guy.
Now this...
He has become much calmer, but also a lot more stubborn.
"Dad! Dad! Come quickly, come quickly, my sister is wasting paper."
Su Yichen was afraid that his sister would do something wrong, so he simply stretched his neck and shouted towards the study.
"What's wrong?"
Su Yaohui pushed the door open in a hurry, holding a brush in his hand.