Goose feather pen, the earliest hard pen that appeared before the advent of pen ball point pen, and Chinese brush have become two major types of pens in the world. Later generations carry forward and press the brush to win the writing world.

Merton still remembers the steps of making a goose feather pen very clearly. Later generations\' manual classes have been tossed about a lot, and I don\'t know how many feathers have been wasted.

"Young master, I\'d better come!" said fuber, looking at Merton\'s redness and swelling. His left hand was still pulling goose feathers hard.

The purple clothes on one side had already shed tears. He cursed the evil Master Liu and beat the young master so hard.

"No, you can\'t do this job well. These goose feathers must keep their roots and wings, and they can\'t be damaged at all!" Merton shook his head and said.

Making a quill pen is a delicate job. There should be no carelessness. In addition, there should be attention to the selection of wings. The five longest feathers on the left wing are the best, because Merton is used to using his right hand. The bending radian of the feathers on the left wing and the inclination of the feather * * are the most suitable habits for his right hand.

After harming two big white geese, Merton finally got up with a sigh of relief, broke two and collected eight goose feathers.

"Well, deal with these geese and have dinner tonight!" Merton handed the two dead geese to Mo Wu. Now he has to hurry up to deal with the eight goose feathers. He wants to make a goose feather pen to complete the first step. Next, these goose feathers should be degreased.

"Brush!" half a pot of sand stir fry in the pot, making a harsh sound,

"Young master, you\'re going to practice iron sand palm!" the tall iron Ann stretched her head and looked at Merton\'s half pot of hot sand.

"Well, it must be. The young master was beaten by the master today! He must want to be an iron sand palm to Blackhand the master of the Imperial College." Ziyi looked at the young master with a worried face for fear that the young master would take risks.

"You talk too much!" Merton glared at them and ordered Tie\'an to buy firewood at the bottom price of the pot. Looking at the fire, the sand slowly began to heat up. Merton gently put a piece of rice paper on the hot sand paper. When the rice paper became scorched yellow and was about to ignite, he hurriedly asked Tie\'an to withdraw the fire.

Eight goose feathers were evenly inserted into the hot sand, and soon a burning smell came to my nose.

"Young master, what is this?" purple clothes choked with snot.

"This is called degreasing. The reason why geese can float on the water is that there is a layer of grease on their feathers that is not soaked in water. Now this step is to remove the grease from the goose feather." Merton looked at the gradually scorched goose feather pen with satisfaction and soon took shape.

"Er, ER!" although Ziyi and tiean didn\'t know what the young master said, they still thought the young master was very powerful.

Eight goose feathers with hardened tails were neatly placed on the table. Merton was relieved that there was only one last step left.

Merton waved the dagger in his hand. Although it was not as easy to use as the art knife of later generations, he could only make do with it.

Merton picked up the dagger and carefully tilted it at an angle of 45 degrees to carefully cut the root of the goose feather to expose the flocculent capillary inside. These are the key to the success of the goose feather pen. It depends on them to absorb the ink!

Then gently drill a hole in the center of the tip, scratch along the hole, round the pen tip, and the whole goose feather pen is successful!

With the first successful backing, six quill pens were successfully made after one of the other seven quills was accidentally damaged.

"Hahaha!" Merton was ecstatic.

"Isn\'t it a goose feather? What makes you happy!" the purple clothes skimmed and disdained.

"You know what, this is the first quill pen in the world. It will replace the quill pen in the future. I Merton will save the students all over the world!" Merton shamelessly takes the credit for making the quill pen. Anyway, it was made in Europe in the eighth century. Now he is the ancestor of inventing the quill pen.

"You want to save yourself!" Purple belly Fei said.

Tie\'an smiled foolishly. He only felt that the first in the world was very powerful, and the young master was also very powerful.

"Purple clothes, spreading paper and grinding ink!" Merton said in high spirits.

Soon, the ink was polished and the rice paper spread out.

Merton picked up the quill pen, adapted a little, stained with ink, and began to write with flowing water. In less than two quarters of an hour, all the schoolwork left by Mr. Liu had been completed.

"OK! See what Liu Yinian has to say tomorrow!" Merton looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Guozi\'s supervisor had a very hard time these days. First, he lost two months\' living expenses, five wins and one loss, and lost all his face.

Li Shimin sprinkled salt on his wound and asked all the imperial college students to pass the math before graduation. Everyone\'s resentment against Mohist school is overwhelming!

The only thing that can make Guozi\'s supervisor happy is to watch the Mohist School suffer from the board. Under the vigorous publicity of Xiong maocai, the whole prison knows that Merton\'s calligraphy is too bad and that Liu Fuzi beat the board.

"Mohist school! You also have today. You want me to study math hard. Now I\'ll be rewarded. Calligraphy will be your biggest nightmare!" Kong huisuo was very happy. His previous symptoms of Qi fainting disappeared. Today, regardless of his sick leave, he came to see Merton suffer the board.

"Hello, Master Liu!" Kong huisuo saluted respectfully.

"Well, don\'t worry about your temporary failure. Your future must be unlimited!" Liu Yinian encouraged Kong huisuo.

"Thank you for your enlightenment!" Kong huisuo looked like he had been taught, which greatly satisfied Liu Yinian\'s vanity.

"Good master!"

"Good master!"

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Along the way, Liu Yinian received greetings from countless national son supervisors, which made Liu Yinian secretly proud. He decided to embarrass Mohist school. These national son supervisors are important ministers of the future empire. If they can make friends with them, the benefits in the future will be bad.

Thinking of the excitement, he couldn\'t help quickening his pace. He wanted to go to class immediately and directly bombard the mojiazi away.

"Good master!"

In class, everyone saluted respectfully.

Liu Yinian looked at the clean lecture table with satisfaction. A cup of soaked tea was placed on the table, overflowing with aroma.

Liu Yinian took a sip of tea, nodded with satisfaction, looked flat, and drank, "now start checking, and everyone will hand in their homework."

"Here comes the good play!"

Guozi supervisor looked at Merton with excitement on his face.

"How insidious!" Qin Huaiyu shouted angrily in a low voice.

Chumo and Wei Chi Baolin also nodded heavily.

"In my opinion, you might as well ask for leave. Don\'t you know that old man Liu has been making trouble for you?" Qin Huaiyu advised.

"It\'s okay, I\'ll be fine." Merton shook his head and was very moved. At least the three people were really helping him.

Under the gaze of all Guozi supervisors, Merton slowly got up, went to the lecture table and handed in his works.

Some sharp eyed students found that the paper handed in by mojiazi was only two thin pages, while other supervisors had a pile of homework.

Liu Yinian looked at the folded two pieces of paper in front of him. His face was gloomy and angry.

"At this moment, the MOH family is doomed!" the children\'s supervisors were delighted.