Chapter 40
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The goose feather pen was the earliest hard pen that existed before the fountain pen and ballpoint pen. Together with China's writing brush, it became one of the world's two major brushes. In the future, it became even more popular and surpassed the writing brush in the world of writing.
Meton still remembered the steps of making a goose feather pen very clearly. In the future, he spent a lot of time on it during his handcraft classes and wasted a lot of feathers.
"Young master, let me do it!" Uncle Fu said as he looked at Meton's swollen left hand that was still plucking the goose feathers.
Zi Yi, who was standing at the side, was already in tears. She was cursing the evil Teacher Liu for beating her young master so ruthlessly.
"No, you can't do this job well. These goose feathers must be preserved and must not be damaged at all!" Meton said as he shook his head.
Making a goose feather pen was a delicate job. There was no room for carelessness. Choosing the wings was also very particular. The five longest feathers on the left wing were the best. As Meton was right-handed, the curvature of the feathers on the left wing and the inclination of the feathers were the most suitable for right-handed people.
After destroying two white geese, Meton finally stood up and heaved a sigh of relief. He had destroyed two of the feathers and collected a total of eight goose feathers.
"Alright, let's deal with these geese. We'll have an extra meal tonight!" Meton handed the two dead geese to Mo Wu to deal with. He had to deal with these eight goose feathers quickly. Making a goose feather pen was only the first step. Next, he had to degrease the goose feathers.
"Shua!" Half a pot of sand was stir-fried in the wok, making an ear-piercing sound.
"Young master, are you going to practice the Iron Palm?" The tall and sturdy Tie An looked at Meton's wok of hot sand.
"Yes, it must be. Young master was beaten up by the teacher today! He must be trying to master the Iron Palm and beat up the teacher of the Imperial College. "Zi Yi looked at her young master worriedly. She was afraid that her young master would take the risk.
"You guys talk too much!" Modun glared at the two of them and ordered Tie An to add a handful of firewood to the bottom of the pot. Watching the fire burn fiercely and the sand slowly steaming, Modun placed a piece of rice paper on the hot sandpaper gently. When the rice paper turned yellow and was about to ignite, he hurriedly ordered Tie An to extinguish the fire.
The eight goose feathers were evenly placed on the hot sand. Soon, a burnt smell filled the air.
"Young master, what is this?" Zi Yi choked and snot flowed down her nose.
"This is called degreasing. The reason why geese can float on water is because their feathers have a layer of grease that prevents them from soaking in water. The next step is to remove the grease from the feathers." Morton looked at the quill pen that was gradually turning yellow with satisfaction. Soon, it was done.
.. of the Iron..................
The eight hardened goose feathers were placed neatly on the table. Morton let out a sigh of relief. There was only one last step left.
Meton waved the dagger in his hand. Although it was not as good as the utility knife in the future, he had to make do with it.
Meton picked up the dagger and carefully cut the base of the goose feathers at a forty-five degree angle, revealing the fluff inside. This was the key to the success of the goose feather pen. It was up to them to absorb the ink!
Then, he gently drilled a hole in the center of the tip. He scratched along the hole and rounded the tip. The goose feather pen was a success!
With his first successful attempt, he successfully made six more quill pens out of the remaining seven quills, except for one quill that was accidentally broken.
"Hahaha!" Meton was wild with joy.
"Isn't it just a goose feather? What's there to be happy about? "Zi Yi curled her lips and said disdainfully.
"What do you know? This is the world's first goose feather pen. It will definitely replace the writing brush in the future. I, Meton, will save all the students in the world!" Meton shamelessly claimed the credit of making the goose feather pen. After all, it was only made in Europe in the eighth century. He was the one who invented the goose feather pen.
"You just want to save yourself!" Zi Yi criticized him in her mind.
Tie An smiled foolishly. He only felt that the world's number one and his young master were very powerful.
"Zi Yi, spread the paper and grind the ink!" Meton said in high spirits.
Soon, the ink was ground and the paper was spread out.
Morton picked up the quill. After getting used to it, he dipped it in some ink and began to write with ease and fluidity. In less than half an hour, he had finished all the homework that Teacher Liu had left behind.
"Great! Let's see what Liu Yinian has to say tomorrow! "Meton looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
The Imperial College students had been sullen for the past few days. First, they lost two months' worth of living expenses in a bet. Then, they lost five out of five and lost all their face.
Then, Li Shimin added salt to their wounds. He asked all the Imperial College students to pass the math test before they could graduate. Everyone hated Mo Jiazi very much!
The only thing that pleased the students of the Imperial College was to see the Mohist family being flogged. With Xiong Maocai's vigorous promotion, the entire Imperial College knew that Modun's calligraphy was terrible and he was flogged by Teacher Liu.
"Mo Jiazi! You deserve this. You wanted me to learn mathematics so painstakingly. Now, it's your retribution. Calligraphy will be your biggest nightmare! " Kong Huisuo was very happy. His fainting from anger disappeared. He didn't care about his sick leave and came to see Meton get caned.
"Greetings, Teacher Liu!" Kong Huisuo bowed respectfully.
"Yes! Don't take this failure to heart. Your future is limitless! "Liu Yinian looked at Kong Huisuo and encouraged him.
"Thank you for your advice!" Kong Huisuo looked like he had learned something. Liu Yinian's vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Greetings, Teacher!"
"Greetings, Teacher!"
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Along the way, Liu Yinian received countless greetings from the Imperial College students. Liu Yinian was secretly pleased. It was wise of him to make things difficult for Mo Jiazi. These Imperial College students were all important officials of the Empire in the future. If he could make friends with them, he would definitely benefit in the future.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his steps. He couldn't wait to enter the classroom and chase Mo Jiazi away.
"Greetings, Teacher!"
In the classroom, everyone bowed respectfully.
Liu Yinian looked at the clean lectern with satisfaction. There was a cup of freshly brewed tea on the table. The aroma of the tea filled the air.
Liu Yinian took a sip of the tea and nodded with satisfaction. His face turned serious and he shouted, "The inspection will begin now. Everyone, hand in your homework."
"Here comes the show!"
The Imperial College students were excited. All of them looked at Meton with evil intentions.
"How treacherous!" Qin Huaiyu shouted angrily in a low voice.
Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin also nodded their heads heavily.
"If you ask me, Meton, why don't you take a leave of absence? Don't you know that Old Man Liu has been making things difficult for you? "Qin Huaiyu advised.
"It's okay. I'll be fine." Meton shook his head. He was very touched. At least these three people were sincerely helping him.
Under the gaze of all the Imperial College students, Meton stood up slowly. He walked to the lectern and handed in his work.
Some sharp-eyed students noticed that the papers submitted by the Mo Family's son were only two thin pages, while the other supervisors had a whole stack of homework.
Liu Yinian looked at the two folded pages in front of him. His face was gloomy and his anger was rising.
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