Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 189
"Yang Sanlang, how come your handwriting is so beautiful, but mine is so ugly?"

Someone used Zhang Qingfeng's quill and asked Zhang Qingfeng like this.

"If you want to write beautifully, besides practicing more, you need to practice more. If you practice more, you can write well." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"Yang Sanlang, how did you come up with this quill?" Someone asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"This is not what I thought of. I saw the method of making a quill in a book left by a Taoist priest."

Zhang Qingfeng said: "It took me a lot of time to finally make the quill pen according to the method in the book."

As for inventions and creations, Zhang Qingfeng had to do his best to evade them. He didn't want to leave his name in history as an inventor, otherwise the system might judge him to have failed the mission again.

"Then you are also very good." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the man gave Zhang Qingfeng a thumbs up.

Quill pens are quickly accepted by students who are not very old.

Soon, there will be people who can write quill pen characters very well.

Zhang Qingfeng traveled through times several times, and it was not the first time he invented the quill pen. Young people quickly accepted such things.

Those who can't accept quills the most are probably the kind of old pedants.

However, as long as an advanced thing is invented, even if many people reject it at first, time will make it popular, and Zhang Qingfeng is not at all careful about this.

"Yang Sanlang, I asked someone to get goose feathers. Please help me make some quill pens."

In the afternoon, someone asked his book boy to find a goose feather, and wanted Zhang Qingfeng to help make the goose quill.

Writing with a quill pen is indeed much more convenient and quicker than a brush, so this thing is also liked by many students.

As for the quill pen, only Zhang Qingfeng can make it, so even if they have a goose feather, they can only ask Zhang Qingfeng to help make it.

"Making quills is very troublesome. It takes a lot of time and energy. It will take a day at the fastest. How about this? You keep the quills, and I will give you the quills in a few days." Zhang Qingfeng wanted to let him Said the person who helped make the quill.

"Yang Sanlang, isn't it only one day? Why do you need a few days?" Some people were very dissatisfied with Zhang Qingfeng's mention of writing in a few days.

"Making quill pens is very complicated and time-consuming. I can't just make pens for you without doing anything for a day, right? This is not good for me." Zhang Qingfeng said.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, someone immediately understood.

"Sanlang, here's fifty coins. You take it, it's my reward for helping me make pens." A student from a local tyrant directly took out one hundred coins and handed it to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Okay, brother Liu Zheng, I'll give you the quill tomorrow." Zhang Qingfeng said with a smile as he took the money.

"Yang Sanlang, this is my reward. I want a pen tomorrow."

With the person taking the lead, others immediately followed suit and donated generously. One wealthy classmate even gave Zhang Qingfeng half a tael of silver as a reward.

Therefore, in a short period of time, Zhang Qingfeng received two or three pennies in compensation.

"Everyone, I don't take this money from you for nothing. It's really troublesome to make quills."

Zhang Qingfeng said to everyone: "In addition, the ink used for writing with quills is also very troublesome to make, and the materials are very expensive. I will use your money to buy materials to make ink, and I will give it to everyone when the time comes."

"We have been classmates for so many years, Yang Sanlang, we can still trust your character." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, someone said immediately.

"Yes, Saburo, you can accept the money with peace of mind. Your family's conditions are not good, and we can't let you suffer." Someone said.

"Thank you for your understanding." Zhang Qingfeng quickly cupped his hands.

Here, when Zhang Qingfeng's quill pen caused quite a disturbance, an incident also caused a great disturbance in the girls' school.

"Xiaowan, have you finished reading the five pages of No.30? Show me quickly when you're done."

"Yunniang, have you finished reading page No.13?"

At this time, in the women's school, many students were holding manuscript paper and carefully looking at the content on it.

These manuscript papers were densely filled with small characters. That's right, these people were reading the novel "Fengshen Yanyi" written by Zhang Qingfeng.

In the beginning, only Liu Rongqing and Tian Ling read it, because the content of the novel was very attractive, so both of them read it during and after class.

As a result, their actions were quickly discovered by their classmates, and they were naturally curious about what they were looking at.

In the end, the entire girls' school read the novel.

Liu Rongqing was the one who read it the fastest. When she finished reading the content of a manuscript, she would give Tian Ling the content she had read before.

After Tian Ling read it, she showed it to others. In this way, one person passed it on to another, and everyone soon appreciated the charm of Fengshen Yanyi.

The Romance of the Gods written by Zhang Qingfeng is not an exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece. Before the Tang and Song Dynasties, there were no novels published at all, and most of them were short stories.

And this Fengshen Romance, although Zhang Qingfeng only wrote [-] to [-] characters, he also created a historical precedent, making it irresistible to those who have never seen the charm of novels.

"Is this gone?"

Although there are more than 7 words, and although the reading speed of Song Dynasty people cannot be as fast as that of readers who are used to reading online novels, everyone still read all the contents and plots in one day.

After Liu Rongqing finished reading, because there was no next manuscript, she read it from beginning to end.

"Yang Sanlang can only write so much. Let's borrow it to read after he finishes writing later." Tian Ling said to the people who had read it.

"Let Yang Sanlang write it quickly, I can't wait to read the next one." Someone said.

"Sister Tian Ling, you need to urge your Sanlang more." Someone said to Tian Ling, everyone knew her relationship with Yang Sanlang, so it was also a joke.

"That's right, Lingniang, tell your Saburo to write more, the stories he wrote are so beautiful."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you continue to talk nonsense like this, I won't show it to you." Being teased, Tian Ling was extremely ashamed, so she threatened.

"Stop, Sister Ling, I won't laugh at you anymore." The girl who teased Tian Ling just now begged for mercy.

"No, I have to watch it again, it's so beautiful."

There is no follow-up manuscript, and many people choose to read the novel again.

"Tian Ling, Xiao Wan tore up your Saburo's manuscript."

Suddenly, a voice came to everyone's ears.

"I didn't. Dai Susu snatched it. It's none of my business."

(End of this chapter)