I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight

Chapter 422 Charcoal Pen
Inside the workshop.

Ying Changsheng was there, preparing to build for Gongshu, drawing a blueprint of the propeller for the ship.

However, when things come to an end.

Ying Changsheng held the pen and paper in his hand, but was dumbfounded for a moment.

the reason is simple.

The pen he was holding was not another pen, it was a brush.

A writing brush, if you want to use it to paint, it is indeed a bit difficult, it is really a headache.

Therefore, at this time, Ying Changsheng inevitably frowned.

However, at this point, he had no choice but to continue.

I saw that Ying Changsheng couldn't help but asked Gongshu Shangzao and said.

"Is this brush convenient for drawing drawings?"

"Master Nineteen was joking, convenience must be inconvenient!"

Gongshu Shangzao said without thinking.

Well, in the current era, although the brush is already considered a very creative pen.

Quite easy to use, already counted as an invention.

Moreover, later on the brush, an art called calligraphy was born, but ask yourself.

Compared with the relatively simple, easy to learn, easy to be learned and accepted by people, the calligraphy brush is too difficult to learn.

Moreover, the brush also has a great disadvantage.

This shortcoming is nothing else.

That is, the brush is inconvenient for him to use.

Not suitable for drawing drawings.

Well, think about it.

Writing brushes are difficult enough for writing.

How difficult would it be to use him to draw drawings?
What's more, when drawing one drawing after another, it is necessary to draw extremely thin lines.

As for these thin lines, if you use a hard pen, you can just draw them directly.

However, with a brush.

That's not easy to draw.

At this time, after hearing Gongshu Shangzao's answer, Ying Changsheng couldn't help chuckling, and said to Gongshu Shangzao.

"Since you also think that this brush is not easy to use, it is not easy to use it to draw drawings, but why don't you change to another way to draw drawings?"

"Is there any other way?"

For a while, after hearing Ying Changsheng's inquiry, Gongshu Shangzao was a little confused, he looked at Ying Changsheng in front of him, and asked puzzledly.

"Of course!"

Ying Changsheng said without thinking.

Well, of course it is possible.

I only heard Ying Changsheng say to Gongshu Shangzao with a smile.

"Forget it, let's make it first, a pen that can be used to draw drawings more easily, how about a sample?"

"This one……"

For a while, Gongshu Shangzao frowned slightly, but soon, he accepted Ying Changsheng's suggestion, only to hear him speak.

"Since the nineteenth son thinks it is necessary, let's try it!"

"Okay, very good!"

Ying Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.

There was a smile on his face.

While he was thinking in his heart, what material would he use next to make the pen he used to draw drawings.

Under such circumstances, Ying Changsheng couldn't help but hesitated.

Ask yourself, in the current era, if you want to draw a drawing, a pencil is of course the most suitable pen.

Because of this kind of pen, the usability of drawing drawings has been tested by history. Historically, pencils are still the most suitable pen for drawing drawings until later generations.

In this situation.

Ying Changsheng was naturally quite satisfied with this.

But therein lies the problem.

Pencils, in later generations, are very common industrial products, and you can buy a well-made pencil for a few cents.

However, in the current era.

Pencils are hard to come by.

So, after thinking about it, Ying Changsheng came up with a solution.

This method is nothing else.

That is, come to pencil, to charcoal.

Well, compared to pencils, carbon pencils are much easier to make.

At this time, after Ying Changsheng had considered what he needed, he immediately said to the public loser in front of him.

"Just use a charcoal pen, it's the best thing to make!"

"Charcoal pen?"

For a while, after hearing what Winning Changsheng needed, Gongshu Shangzao was a little confused.

He looked at Ying Changsheng cautiously, and asked.

"Young Master Nineteen, what is this charcoal pen? How did he make it?"

"Could it be, is it made of coal?"

"Of course it is impossible to use coal to make this thing!"

Ying Changsheng chuckled, and said to Gongshu Shangzao in front of him.

Immediately, he changed the subject and said.

"This pen is made of charcoal!"

"Oh?"

Now, Gongshu Shangzao was a little confused, but Ying Changsheng gave orders.

"Come here, pass on my son's order to call a group of craftsmen who can make charcoal!"

"promise!"

For a while, after Ying Changsheng's order fell.

All around, there were bursts of footsteps quickly.

All I saw was a craftsman came in quickly and said to Ying Changsheng.

"Master Nineteen must be a craftsman who can make charcoal, right? A young one will!"

"Haha, that's you!"

Ying Changsheng laughed a few times, then asked him a question.

"I ask you, can you give me the ability to make charcoal from a branch as thick as a little finger?"

"By the way, this kind of charcoal has to be hard and can be as long as one foot without breaking. Is it possible for you to do it?"

"This one……"

After hearing Ying Changsheng's request.

For a moment, the craftsman's expression changed slightly.

He asked with some doubts.

"Young Master Nineteen, if you burn charcoal, small ones are fine, but why do you do this? This kind of charcoal is not very resistant to burning..."

"Well, you don't need to ask, I just ask you, can you successfully fire this stuff?"

Ying Changsheng frowned and asked.

After hearing Ying Changsheng's questioning, the craftsman did not dare to neglect. He patted his chest and reassured Ying Changsheng in front of him.

"Young Master Nineteen, don't worry, this matter is on the little one, and the little one will definitely be able to burn it for you!"

"When can it be fired? I need it urgently now!"

Ying Changsheng questioned.

For a while, upon hearing this, the craftsman gritted his teeth and said to Ying Changsheng.

"If the nineteenth son wants it now, then I can bake it for you this afternoon!"

"Of course, the amount will not be too large!"

"I can't use much!"

Ying Changsheng laughed a few times.

Well, as for the pen, how much can this thing consume?

A little bit is enough!
heard here.

The craftsman let out a sigh of relief, and Ying Changsheng didn't intend to talk nonsense with him here, so he said to him.

"Hurry up, hurry up and get ready, the thickness is about the size of your little finger, which is the thickness of a brush, understand?"

"understand!"

the artisan replied.

(End of this chapter)