MTL - Those Years When I Was Cannon Fodder-Chapter 27 cloud shell paper

So while Chu Yu was alert, she carefully opened the box, as if she immediately ran away when she realized something was wrong.

Father Chu was not annoyed, so he touched his chin, looked at it with a smile, and didn't speak.

But what Chu Yu didn't expect was that none of the possibilities she imagined happened.

The box is quiet.

Chu Yu took a look and saw that it was snow-white, and she didn't know what it was.

After touching it, I realized that the box was actually filled with paper.

Sheets of white paper, about the size of a five.

It's thicker than the white paper she usually uses, but it's not as bad as cardboard.

Chu Yu's hand was not consciously relaxed.

The appearance of this white paper is really very high, it is snow-white and snow-white, and it feels very smooth, but if you look closely, you can find some fine textures on the surface of the paper.

These textures, not only are not flaws, but make the paper more colorful.

Even if the light is not very enough at this time, there is a slightly shining light, like flowing water.

This kind of light is not dazzling, and will not affect writing on it, but it is this kind of light that can flow like mercury pouring down the ground, giving people a sense of low-key luxury for no reason.

Chu Yu herself has no research on paper. When it comes to expensive paper, she immediately thinks of rice paper.

Could it be that this is another world version of rice paper?

"How is it? It looks good, Yun Zhuan should use this kind of paper to write."

Chu Yu looked at the shimmering light, like a dexterous fish, jumping on the paper like a dexterous fish, nodded in agreement, the clouds were like flowing clouds, and the flowing clouds were scattered and invisible, and they would not stay in one place forever, the wind blows. It ran away, and the shimmer at this time was similar to it, and it matched it!

They can't be caught.

"Come on, Dad will polish the ink for you. This ink is also specially made, so it is worthy of this paper."

After coming here for a few months, Chu Yu had already learned to polish ink by herself, but she did not refuse when Father Chu wanted to help her.

Taking advantage of this time, she counted, and there were fifty in total.

She immediately understood that this paper should not be cheap.

In the past few months, she has been reading and writing, and she has never been short of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and every two weeks, Mr. Mo will bring her a batch of white paper and ink sticks, saying that it was prepared by Chu's father and let her It is mostly used to practice calligraphy, and there is no need to cherish paper.

"Father, why don't I use other white paper to write a few cloud seals first, to get a feel for it, and then use this paper?"

"no, I'm fine."

Father Chu smiled mysteriously, "Let's first experience the beauty of this paper for a while, this paper is not very expensive, a piece of paper is only 100 gold, all papermakers are not good at craftsmanship, papermaking is slow, and the price cannot be lowered. , is not very popular in the market, when I went to the imperial capital, he only had fifty of them, and he gave me all of them."

"One hundred gold?" Chu Yu exclaimed, completely ignoring what she said later, "Isn't this expensive?"

"Xiaoyuer, be more aggressive, you are my daughter, is a hundred gold a lot?"

Father Chu waved his hand, looking rather disgusted.

"One hundred gold, isn't that too much? Mr. Mo's salary is three hundred gold per month, and Mother Xu's monthly payment is only ten gold per month."

"That's different."

Father Chu scratched his hair with some embarrassment.

If those maids who worship him and regard him as a male **** see him, they will definitely be devastated.

Of course, it is also possible to have an idea: the male **** is so beautiful, and the indecent act of scratching his hair is still beautiful when placed on him.

"I can't explain it to you for a while now. You just need to know that compared to the practicality of this paper, its price is really nothing."

Chu Yu looked at him suspiciously, what practicality is there?

Can it be preserved like rice paper for thousands of years without spoiling?

Still waiting to ask, Father Chu was probably afraid of her usual 100,000 whys, so he interrupted, "Xiao Yu'er, the ink is finished, come and try this valuable paper."

Probably, this is the world of the rich, and poor people like me don't understand it.

Chu Yu took a few deep breaths before suppressing the emotions in her heart. She took over the supposedly special pen in Father Chu's hand and began to write cloud characters on it.

Among the cloud seals that Father Chu gave, the simplest word is cloud.

Chu Yu had already practiced thoroughly, but at this moment, when she started writing, she felt that the resistance of her writing suddenly increased tenfold.

The fluent writing in the past suddenly became much more difficult.

Chu Yu was a little surprised.

It was obvious that the paper was extremely smooth to the touch.

Is the friction so strong?

Chu Yu concentrated her attention. The thickness of the Yunzhuan strokes was originally very delicate. In addition, she had not yet reached the level where she could control her brushstrokes as she wished.

Therefore, every time she wrote Yunzhuan, she had to concentrate with a high degree of concentration. When she wrote down one word, she felt that it was more tiring than writing ten large characters. The whole person seemed to be hollowed out.

I have recently become familiar with writing, and I have become more precise in grasping the strokes, so I gradually lost this feeling.

But this time, she found that she felt as if she had returned to the time when she was just learning Yunzhuan, and her pen was not under her control.

Controlling intermittently, after writing a cloud word, Chu Yu found that her back was soaked wet, and when she touched her forehead, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and there was a sharp pain in the temple, and her head seemed to explode. Same.

She was stunned to discover that at this time, it was as if she was in a sleepless state, doing a day and night experiment. She wanted to fall asleep, but she couldn't sleep because of the headache.

"Father, this is..."

Chu Yu raised her head in confusion and looked at Father Chu. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Father Chu hurriedly supported her. He didn't seem to be surprised by her situation, but instead said with a cheerful smile,

"It's okay, you've consumed too much, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

Father Chu took her to the stool and sat down, and gently massaged her temples with both hands.

Chu Yu closed her eyes, only to feel a wave of exhaustion sweeping towards her, but the last feeling was, as if a warmth came from her temples and slowly flowed into her head.

…

"Little fish, wake up."

A gentle male voice rang in her ears, Chu Yu opened her eyes and saw Father Chu standing in front of her.

"It's time for me to go, and you should go back quickly. Use this paper well. With your current situation, if you practice one word every day, you must lie in bed and take a good rest. Don't be stubborn. When you practice in private, you don't have my help. ."

It was probably because of an urgent matter, so after a quick explanation, Father Chu was about to leave.

Chu Yu couldn't help but ask, "Father, what is this piece of paper called?"

"It seems to be called Yun Beizhi."

He dropped those words and quickly walked towards the back door.