Han Shuxian was stunned after hearing Mo Ziwan's words, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He suddenly thought of Fan Dali and Chen's fingerprints on the ink pad they had written for him at the medical clinic. When you press it, your finger will be stained with a thick layer of ink pad, but when it is printed on the paper, it is still only on the area pressed by your finger. It does not look like ink at all. It smudges out after falling off the paper. . After thinking for a while, he replied: "I finally remembered one, but I just don't know if it will work."
Mo Ziwan's eyes suddenly lit up during the first half of the sentence. Could it be that there was already ink at this time? But the words behind it are a little different! But he was still looking forward to his new method and looked at Han Shuxian expectantly.
Not only was Mo Ziyuan waiting for Han Shuxian to speak with a look of surprise, but Yu Silian was also shocked after hearing this. She was still thinking about it in her mind, but had no clue, so she asked: "What Mo?"
Han Shuxian replied: "To be precise, it's not Mo!"
Not Mo? Mo Ziwan had no clue, "How can we print without ink?"
Yu Silian also looked puzzled, and then said: "Yes, how can we print without ink!"
Han Shuxian replied: "Although it is not ink, it should still work." Although it is not yet known how the ink pad is applied to the paper, it is basically certain that it can be used as ink for printing. Then he continued: "No matter how much ink pad is printed on the paper, it will not blur. If you can use ink pad to print, there will definitely be no uneven density of the handwriting."
After hearing that it was ink pad, Mo Ziyuan was also enlightened. In ancient times and modern times, ink pads were used, but now they basically use ink. If it were possible to make stamping ink, it would definitely not be a problem to use stamping ink instead of ink, and the printed words would be absolutely clear.
I just don’t know how ink is produced, but ink pads can be produced, and so can ink. Is the price too high? If it’s too high, it won’t be popular, but it doesn’t matter whether it’s expensive or not. , everything must be done first. So he asked again: "Daddy, what is ink mud, mud? How can mud print words?"
Han Shuxian laughed heartily after Mo Ziwan's words, so he looked like a child! "Ink paste is not mud, but some mud is added." Han Shuxian's explanation was almost simple and crude. Fortunately, there was a small explanation at the end, "The mud is mixed with oil to become ink paste."
Han Shuxian didn't know how to explain this seal mud to Mo Ziwan, because he didn't know much about it, so he just said cinnabar was mud.
Mo Ziwan suppressed the laughter in her heart, it turned out that this is how the ink pad was made! It is indeed a lie to children! After suddenly realizing it, he asked: "Then we don't need mud, but change the mud into ink. If we add oil to the ink, can we turn it into ink? Then we can use ink to print words?"
Han Shuxian felt that the baby in front of him looked a little like a child, but in the blink of an eye, he was slapped in the face again. Fortunately, he was used to it, and after thinking about it for a while, he decided to put into action the idea that Mo Ziwan said, "What's your idea?" You can give it a try." I tried as I said. The ink cartridge oil was readily available at home, so I immediately brought an ink stick over.
While Han Shuxian was getting the ink sticks, Yu Silian put Han Qiulu down and went to pour in the oil. Mo Ziyuan could only stay there with Han Qiulu with a slight twitch in her mouth, and waited for the two of them to come back. If ink could be so simple, she would have finished it long ago. Tossed out.
The two of them went back quickly. When they came back, Han Shuxian immediately poured the soybean oil brought by Yu Silian into the inkstone, and then picked up the ink stick and started grinding it.
The result was just as Mo Ziwan thought, it ended in failure. Looking at the paper stained with oil and ink, Mo Ziwan said again: "Daddy, do you still have to add mud to print it?" Or do you need to remind me if there is anything inside? Something is missing.
Han Shuxian also knew that he was trying to keep things simple, so he smiled and said, "I don't know about this either. I'll go find out tomorrow!"
Mo Ziwan nodded "Yeah" and said, "We'll try again after you ask my godfather for details." This was not a matter of urgency, so Mo Ziwan never thought that wax paper printing could be achieved in a short time.
Although this matter is not urgent, there is one more urgent thing. Although I am studying every day, and according to the progress of tonight's study, my godfather has added more study tasks to myself, but arithmetic is not included here. Arithmetic
I didn't teach much, just simple addition and subtraction.
How can I just add and subtract? How can I teach the children in the village? This is an important application of accounting. How can people who are not good at arithmetic calculate and remember accounts clearly? Therefore, you must think well about arithmetic. You have to be a good teacher first. "Daddy, I want to learn arithmetic. Can you help me find a book on arithmetic?"
Han Shuxian: "Learning arithmetic?"
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "Well, arithmetic is fun, I can add hundreds to hundreds."
Han Shuxian didn't expect that she was also interested in arithmetic, but he was not very good at it, but it was no problem to teach her. "Okay, I will find a new book for you tomorrow and teach you."
After telling Han Shuxian that she planned to learn arithmetic, Mo Ziwan went to the study room to see how Han Chunlin was reading and whether he had finished writing the words. After arriving in the study room, I saw Han Chunlin still writing, "Brother Chunlin, are you going to finish writing?"
Han Chunlin turned to look at Mo Ziwan who walked in, and replied: "It's almost finished!"
Mo Ziwan walked over and sat next to him. She didn't say anything after sitting down. She just sat quietly and watched him write. Just after looking at his words, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. The words were written back to the original. Bai Bai said so much during the day. I looked carefully at what he wrote, and compared his writing state during the day with his current state. He was writing a lot more anxiously now, which was obviously coping and perfunctory.
Take a deep breath and tell yourself after taking a deep breath, he is only six years old, just six years old! Thinking about it this way, I instantly felt that he was still studying very diligently. After the lecture, he was allowed to continue reading and copying books mostly to kill time and prevent him from participating in the experiment of wax paper printing. Although the writing is a bit perfunctory, it's manageable. But I can still insist on writing here, which is already better than many people.
When Mo Ziwan thought about it carefully, she realized that Han Chunlin was a malleable talent, and she made up her mind to train Han Chunlin well, so that she could live up to her role as a role model for others.
Thinking about my current small body, the words "train yourself well" are so funny no matter how you say them!
After accompanying Han Chunlin to copy the books, he went home. After arriving home, Li Linsong and Li Linyu were still playing a hide-and-seek game in the yard. He ignored the two of them and looked at Murong Qingyuan after entering the room. Beside him was his grandfather who was sitting on a chair and resting with one leg crossed. Z.br>
"Grandpa, I'm back!" Mo Ziyuan shouted after entering the house.
Mo Tingyu responded with a smile: "Okay." Then he added: "The water for your milk has been boiled. Go wash up and go to bed."
Mo Ziwan also had a smile on her face, "Okay, I'll go there later."
After Mo Ziwan responded, she turned to Murong Qingyuan, who was still copying books, and said, "Brother Qingyuan, I have something to discuss with you!"
After Murong Qingyuan finished writing, he turned to Mo Ziwan and asked, "What's the matter?"
Mo Ziyuan said: "Uncle Xie sent some books, paper and pens today. I want to adjust our current teaching methods. Do you have any ideas?"
Murong Qingyuan put down his pen and said, "Let me think about it."
Mo Ziyuan didn't rush him, because she also needed to think about this matter. Asking him was just to let him think about it too.
The book must be distributed to them, but the method must be paid attention to. Although the children who come are relatively obedient, if they stop coming after a few days, it will be a waste if the book is distributed. So this book cannot be distributed directly, but if you don’t distribute it, and you don’t even have the book to read, what can you read?
After thinking for a while, Mo Ziyuan came up with her own answer. She looked up at Murong Qingyuan who was still thinking, "Brother Qingyuan, have you figured it out?"
Murong Qingyuan nodded, "We can't give our books to them. What if we give them to them now and they don't come?"
Mo Ziyuan was very happy that he could think of this point, but still asked: "If you don't send it to them, how can they read the book?"
Murong Qingyuan replied: "We only take out the books and distribute them to them when they come to study, and then take the books back after the class is over."
Murong Ziyuan also thought about this, but finally decided not to take the book back. Books can be given to them, but there are also requirements. During class every day, she will check whether there are any damaged books, and take them back if they are damaged.
From now on, I will only take it out for him to use during class. Furthermore, if you no longer come to class, the books must be returned.
After Mo Ziwan expressed her thoughts, Murong Qingyuan did not object and said, "That's fine. If you can't keep a book well, you don't need to read it anymore."
Listening to Murong Qingyuan's almost adult tone, Mo Ziwan sometimes wondered whether he was reborn in this era like herself, but she was lucky and met someone who loved her after coming here. Unfortunately, he became a street boy!
The corner of Mo Ziyuan's mouth twitched slightly and she said secretly: Not all children are as self-disciplined as you! No, to say this would not mean that the children in the village are all naughty and mischievous. Although they are naughty, they are normal children in nature! And the serious person in front of me is the abnormal alien!
Forget it, don’t talk too much to the aliens, because you are also an alien in his eyes! He could only continue to pretend to be innocent and said: "Well, they are older than me. It would be too shameful if they couldn't keep a book well." After that, he added: "Let's take the books for eldest brother and sister Mo Li first. come out."
Murong Qingyuan said: "Okay, I'll get it."
Mo Ziwan followed, "I'm with you."
Mo Ziwan said that she was about to jump off the chair, but before she could jump, she was hugged by Murong Qingyuan, "Be careful, don't fall." After saying that, she hugged Mo Ziwan and got off the chair.
