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Chapter 259: Excellent
Seeing the elves' sophisticated forging skills, Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but think to himself: It seems that the elves' blacksmiths are suitable for doing delicate work, which is quite interesting.

He reached into his pocket, took out a ballpoint pen, and handed it to a middle-aged elf in front of him: "Please take a look at this pen."

The elf took the pen: "What's wrong with this pen?"

Zhang Jingyi chuckled and said, "Look at the paper I just handed you. Does that kind of paper feel weird?"

The elves then realized that the poems and novels Zhang Jingyi had given them were printed on a strange kind of paper. The paper was hard and different from the kraft paper and parchment they usually used.

Zhang Jingyi: "The kind of paper I brought is more conducive to writing. Moreover, it will be more convenient to write on it with this kind of pen. You can give it a try. As you know, good cultural carriers can accelerate the spread of culture, so good paper and pen can greatly enhance culture."

The elves agree with this statement!

Good carriers can provide greater help to culture.

They quickly brought over an A4 paper that was filled with poems. They didn't dare to desecrate it, so they just used a ballpoint pen to lightly mark the edge of the paper.

When this stroke was made, the elves couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh!"

“This pen is so convenient!”

"When you write on this kind of paper, the strokes are very thin and clear."

"It works much better than our quill pens and vellum."

"How does it do that? The ink comes out so evenly?"

“It’s this nib!”

"You see, there is a small ball on the tip of the pen. It rotates inside the pen tip, and the ink can only seep out from the gap between the ball and the pen tip, so the ink comes out very evenly."

"This ball is the key!"

Zhang Jingyi smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have grasped the core of the ballpoint pen. This pen is called a ballpoint pen because of the ball at the tip of the pen. As long as you can make this ballpoint, you can make a pen like this."

"Oh, you want to forge small round beads like this?"

"My God, how was this forged? It's a perfect sphere."

"Use your magic to feel it, and you'll find it's a perfect circle!"

"How is this possible?"

The blacksmith in the tree house rushed out, with a look of disbelief on his face: "A perfect sphere? This is impossible! Impossible, absolutely impossible."

“But it’s right in front of you.”

"Oh my God!"

"I'll have to think carefully about what kind of magic I can use to create perfect little beads."

The elves are going a little crazy because of a ballpoint pen...

In fact, they were not enthusiastic about blacksmithing skills, but this technology could be used to make pens, and pens were helpful to the advancement of culture, which made them crazy.

Zhang Jingyi did not explain and continued to visit happily.

The Elf Village is not big, with only two or three hundred people. However, this small village has almost all the industries. Some people are responsible for agriculture, some are responsible for hunting, some are responsible for weaving, and some are responsible for forging...

Elves are basically a superior race to humans. They can do everything that humans can do, and they can also do things that humans cannot do. They can be self-sufficient and do not rely on the outside world at all.

The technology they used in production was much more advanced than that of an ordinary human village, and magic was used everywhere in the village to increase productivity.

Zhang Jingyi saw at a glance an elf using "natural magic" to stimulate the growth of plants, allowing their crops to grow and mature quickly.

There was also an elf who used magic to manipulate four large scissors, cutting four pieces of clothing at the same time. Zhang Jingyi looked around and couldn't help but secretly praise: The elves are amazing, with only three or two hundred people, the productivity they created is equivalent to that of a small town of one or two thousand people.

But...

They are only stronger than ordinary human villages and towns, but not as strong as the current town of Gilneas, because Gilneas Town used the knowledge and tools that Zhang Jingyi brought from the modern times, and after combining them with magic, its productivity is even better than that of the elves!

"The Elf Village is really excellent." Zhang Jingyi was about to praise their productivity, but suddenly remembered that this group of elves were not doing their jobs properly. They might not be happy if you praised their productivity. They would only be happy if you praised something that was not their job properly.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "Your buildings are really beautiful. You are really good at art."

Sure enough, after such praise, the elves were immediately delighted: "We are also very confident in art."

Zhang Jingyi: "However, your art style may be too monotonous."

"What?" The elves were immediately dissatisfied: "How is it single?"

Zhang Jingyi: "Your architectural style is all centered around trees, which can easily lead to aesthetic fatigue."

The elves were instantly angry, "Human! You can't just show us a few poems, novels, or a nice song and then look down on our artistic skills. How elegant are the buildings we elves have built?"

A middle-aged elf couldn't help but ask, "So, in the past few hundred years, human architecture has become very beautiful?"

This is clearly a fight! However, the elves are always elegant, and even if they want to fight, they are more obscure. If it were a dwarf here, he would probably jump up and curse: "Fuck, bring out your human buildings and compare them to see which one looks better."

Zhang Jingyi smiled but said nothing. Fortunately, I was well prepared before coming here. My phone is full of pictures. Now let me cleanse your souls.

He took out his cell phone, a folding screen phone specially prepared so that the elves could see the pictures clearly. With a flip and a pull, the phone instantly turned into an 8-inch tablet. Then he casually called up a photo of a Miao village with a thousand households and smiled in front of the elves.

Elves: "!!!"

The layers of ancient Chinese-style buildings made them confused: "What a beautiful village."

Zhang Jingyi laughed and switched to another photo, "Night View of Hongyadong".

Not to mention the ancients, even modern people would be amazed when they saw this place. The elves felt sick after just one look: "Human buildings...are...already so beautiful?"

Zhang Jingyi quickly called up the Hagia Sophia, the Winter Palace, the Potala Palace, the Sydney Opera House, the Colosseum, the Great Wall, the Pyramids...

It’s just a spectacle!

Whatever wonders there are, slap them in their faces.

Although wonders may ruin a country, it is still cool to take a photo of a wonder that has already been built.

The elves were a little dizzy as they were bombarded with pictures of beautiful buildings one after another.

Exclamations came one after another.

"Have human buildings become... like this?"

“So many styles!”

“Each building has its own beauty.”

"It's over, it's over! Do humans really have the right to say that our architectural style is monotonous?"

Elves: "Oh! No!"

Zhang Jingyi tapped the button on the portable speaker, and the music of Yi Jian Mei started playing... snowflakes were falling, the north wind was howling...

(End of this chapter)