Houmen Fenghua: Meet the best evil mother-in-law

Chapter 585
The pencils that were sent to Gu Qingling were not in the color of raw wood, they had already been processed by the craftsmen below, they were carefully painted with a layer of white, a bamboo tree was painted, and there were a few furry iron-eating beasts lying beside them.

Gu Qingling was a little dumbfounded. Since the giant panda appeared in the "Geography" system they sent last time, after she showed her love, the people below seemed to feel her pulse. No matter what they did, they would come up with a giant panda. Giant panda pattern.

Although she does prefer giant pandas, are the people below "too lazy"?

Sure enough, "whatever comes from above, must follow from below".

Gu Qingling didn't say anything, took the pen and paper and tried it out.

Before the pen was brought up, someone had already sharpened it, and when Gu Qingling held it in his hand, he could smell a faint fragrance.

Looking at the wood of the pencil, the corners of Gu Qingling's mouth twitched: "Why do they use sandalwood? It's too wasteful, right? Sandalwood is a spice, and it's used to make pens... This pen will be cut off for writing, so there's no need to use such a good one Wood. I have said many times before that these things need to learn to save costs. If the cost is too high, ordinary people can’t afford it, and it’s useless to design it.”

Just like before, someone designed the "fan" that Gu Qingling wanted based on the principle of the waterwheel. Gu Qingling was overjoyed and rushed to the scene.

A look at the results...

That thing is very big, and it can be used by rich families like them, but ordinary people can't use it at all.

Gu Qingling had no choice but to give the master a suggestion: "This version of yours is probably only affordable for rich families, and it's big and takes up space, and it needs water... It's too troublesome, can you design a smaller one? , so high..."

She made a gesture, "It's just this tall, the tallest one is about the same height as a person. You can design several styles, one is as tall as a person, and the other is placed on the table. It can be hand-cranked, stepped on, or... ..."

After making the request, Gu Qingling didn't care anymore, and didn't know what they could do.

"Old Madam, isn't this for you? Can the one for you be the same as the one used by others?" The big maid Chunchun laughed when she heard that, and took out a whole box of pencils, "Look, they made pencils. I bought several kinds of pencils, and this kind of wood-colored ones are cheap pencils that ordinary people can afford. This kind of simple color with patterns is not so expensive. But a little richer family can also afford it .”

He picked up another pencil that looked very delicate, "Like this one, it's very delicate at first glance, it's used by a rich man. And this kind..."

The maidservant Chunchun introduced them one by one.

It turned out that the pencil made of sandalwood in Gu Qingling's hand was relatively high among these grades.

Even with this one in Gu Qingling's hand, the people in front of it dare not use particularly good sandalwood, they use "waste".It just so happens that the pencil is small in size, and the scraps can be cut into small pieces and polished, which is enough.

"Old Madam, don't worry. Knowing that you care about the common people wholeheartedly, the people below are even more grateful. How can you not do things with your heart? It's just that they also know that you open the shop for business and can't let you lose money, so they follow According to the old rules, pencils are divided into grades, grades, grades, grades..." The maid said with a smile in Chunchun, "Let us ordinary people get benefits, and then earn money from the rich."

Gu Qingling also laughed when she said this: "It's fine to say this kind of thing yourself, don't spread it, otherwise others will laugh at the Yao family."

"The servant will tell you in private. The servant is not stupid, so the servant will not go out and tell others."

Gu Qingling nodded her forehead from the air: "You, you are almost spoiled by me."

"That's also your favorite old lady."

……

Within a few days, Yao Anhong, Yao Anyi and others received gifts from the old lady Gu Qingling—a set of pencils and notebooks.

When Yao Anhong and Yao Anyi took them out in class, their classmates were stunned.

"what is this?"

"What are you two holding? Why did you see you writing with sticks during class?"

After class, the students gathered at the desks of Yao Anhong and Yao Anyi and asked questions one after another.

Yao Anyi was a little proud: "It's not a stick, it's a gift from the old lady. It's called a pencil. With this thing, it's much more convenient for the teacher to take notes during the lecture."

While talking, he took out a piece of paper and started an interview in front of everyone.

Yao Zimo was shocked when he saw it: "You can really write?!"

"Of course, I've said it all, this is a pen."

Jing Jianzhang, who has a good relationship with Yao Anyi, said, "That... An Yi, can I try?"

Yao Anyi said: "Of course, I can teach you."

He gave Jing Jianzhang the pen and taught him how to use it.

Why teach it?

Because people from the Yao clan all use brushes, and the way to use pencils is different from that of brushes. If Yao Anyi didn't explain it, he was afraid that Jing Jianzhang would not only hold the brush in the wrong posture, but also be unable to write ink.

"A pencil can be used with a little force. It is different from a brush. Its bristles are hard."

"Of course, you can't use too much force. After all, this is ink. If you use too much force, it will break."

"It's okay if you don't know how to use it at the beginning. If the refill is broken, just sharpen it with a knife."

……

Under Yao Anyi's suggestion, Jing Jianzhang wrote the first word with a pencil - Jing.

Yes, that's right.

He chose his own last name.

From light to heavy, adding weight little by little, Jing Jianzhang was amazed: "It feels so strange..."

Yao Zimo said impatiently: "What's strange? If you're not used to it, just give it to me. I'll use it. I'm not surprised at all."

Jing Jianzhang glared at him.

Yao Anyi said: "Don't bother with him, you write your own. Anyway, everyone has a chance, let's talk about it after you finish writing."

The people next to him also urged Jing Jianzhang to hurry up, they also wanted to try.

There was no need for Yao Anyi to greet them, the students all consciously lined up, waiting to try out the pencils.

There were too many students in the class, Yao Anyi had no choice but to contribute all the pencils he and Yao Anhong had.

"Ah... Bian Ren, you used too much force, the refill broke!"

"Oh, can you write? Give me the pen, it's my turn."

"I just wrote a word."

……

That's it, I didn't get everyone in a class.

This is what Mr. Wang saw when he walked into the classroom.

He coughed lightly and asked everyone what they were doing, but he didn't hear the class bell.

Bian Ren immediately raised the broken pen in his hand and said, "Sir, we are trying a new pen."

"New pen?"

Jing Jianzhang also said: "Well, it's a new pen from the Yao family. It's called a pencil. It can write without ink. It's amazing."

When the gentleman heard it, he became interested.

The pen in Bian Ren's hand was broken, and he couldn't give it to the teacher, so he asked other students to contribute it.

The husband tried it and exclaimed: "Can you really write?!"

"Sir, this is a pen, so of course it can write characters. This pen is a bit different from a brush, but this pen is very convenient. Sir, take notes in class, or if you need to record something temporarily when you go out..."

The husband looked at the small notebook in Yao Anyi's hand, and then at the pencil in his hand, saying that it was indeed "convenient".

(End of this chapter)