Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Literature clarifies reason, martial arts ensure self-defense
After everyone dispersed, the village chief sought out Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng knew the purpose of the village chiefâs visit, âLight it with tung oil or pine branches⊠collect the sootâŠâ
Whether it was tung oil or pine branches, the steps were actually quite similar, so Wang Sheng explained them both, leaving the village chief to make his own choice.
âThe steps themselves arenât difficult, but making good quality ink is not simple at all, it will require you, the village chief, to find someone to research it.â
âI donât need good ink; as long as it can write, thatâs enough. Thank you, Yun Sheng!â
Wang Sheng didnât care much, it was just a matter of saying it; the real challenge was in the making.
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Although he said it was simple, truly making it would take some thought, and with this in mind, he spoke of another thing he remembered.
âVillage Chief, I also recall a bit about papermaking, but the information may not be complete. Do you need it?â
Paper existed in this world, but those who werenât specialized papermakers didnât know the process.
âI do need it!â
Village Chief Zhou Zhengwen was resolute; even if the process wasnât complete, they had to try and figure it out.
Wang Sheng didnât share this sentiment, but the village chief understood very well that even the lowest quality paper was a rare commodity.
If the village chief needed it, Wang Sheng naturally spoke directly, âTo make paper, first you need tree bark, uh, I forgot which kind, it needs to be tried out. Dry the bark, then soak it, and after that, steam and pound it to a pulp⊠Oh yes, I remember you have to add a liquid at the end, something called wood cardamomâŠâ
Wang Sheng remembered that liquid was quite important even though his memory was a bit hazy.
At this point, the village chief interjected, âWood Cardamom Leaf Juice?â
âYes, yes, thatâs it, do you know it, village chief?â
âI have some impression of it because someone came to buy it before.â
âThatâs it, after adding the juice, use a special bamboo matâŠâ
The village chief was somewhat pleased, âWith this, we have the methods to make brushes, ink, and paper, and inkstones are simple too, so does this mean we have everything?â
Wang Sheng, seeing his reaction, couldnât help but give a reminder, âVillage Chief, I may have made it sound simple, but making it will be very difficult.â
He said it was simple, but there were many details to be handled in production, just like recipes that teach how to cook; even if you mark the amount of salt, itâs not guaranteed to be reproduced perfectly.
The same was true for papermaking; without proper control of the details, you basically canât produce it, let alone that Wang Shengâs memory of the process was incomplete.
âNo worries, having some guidance is better than none at all. With these methods, we can start experimenting while we have this downtime.â
Having a method is better than having no clue at all.
The village chief had already made up his mind; even if it took a year or two to produce, it would be worth it.
âAs long as youâre happy, village chief!â
Papermaking and ink making werenât immediately useful to him, it would be better for the villagers to research it, and he preferred not to get involved.
After they finished discussing, the two parted ways. The village chief left with much bigger strides, clearly very happy.
Wang Sheng originally thought it would take a relentless period of time to succeed.
But a week later, the village chief found Wang Sheng with two black objects in his possession.
âVillage Chief, is this ink?â
The village chief held two black rectangular solids, and given recent events, aside from ink, Wang Sheng couldnât guess what else it might be.
âYes!â
This efficiency was extraordinary.
âAlthough there are only these two blocks for now, thatâs enough.â
Two blocks of ink was not a lot, but being able to make them signified a continuous future production.
Wang Sheng took the two blocks of ink in his hands and sniffed them.
âOne pine branch, one tung oil?â
The two blocks of ink were clearly not made from the same raw materials.
âYes, Yun Sheng, didnât you say that both methods would work? Itâs been a slack season for farming lately, so I tried both, and both were successful.â
The village head couldnât hide his smile.
Since the steps for making ink were quite comprehensive, and some steps were easy to control, it didnât take long to complete.
Although the quality wasnât great, it was a success nonetheless.
Wang Sheng provided the methods, so after the successful attempt, he immediately brought them to show Wang Sheng.
Of course, there was another purpose.
âYun Sheng, do you need these two pieces?â
âDoesnât the village need them?â
Arenât these for the children to use, although they canât be used right now because they need time to air-dry.
âYou provided the method, Yun Sheng, so I thought I should offer them to you first. Donât worry, Scholar Jiang already figured out a solution for the calligraphy practice.â
Wang Sheng got curious, âWhat solution?â
The village head explained, âUsing a sand tray for calligraphy practice. Itâs said that when the current Prime Minister was young, he practiced with a sand tray.â
âThen Iâll accept!â
With the experience of making ink, crafting a piece of ink wasnât too difficult. Although these two pieces werenât made by famous artists, they did have some commemorative value as the first two pieces made in the village.
âAlright, theyâre yours, Yun Sheng. Iâll also bring you paper and pens once we succeed in making them.â
Wang Sheng, still curious, asked, âHowâs the paper coming along?â
âWeâre still selecting the right tree bark. Scholar Jiang is quite enthusiastic, offering many suggestions. The progress is quite good.â
Scholar Jiang, having heard that the fortress was making ink and paper, was very excited, especially after the successful making of ink; he was even happier than the village head.
âThatâs good to hear.â
It seemed that the village headâs endeavor to develop the village school was going quite well.
After their exchange, Wang Sheng thought the village head had no other business, but as the village head was leaving, taking a few steps away, he suddenly turned back, âThereâs one more thing!â
Wang Sheng watched the village head, half-expecting him to suddenly blurt out, âJust drive, and leave the rest to your old man to figure out.â
âVillage head, is there something else?â
The village head looked a bit sheepish, âThat fist technique of yours, can you teach it to the children in the village? The ones attending school!â
âI can, but I wouldnât recommend it.â
The Bajiquan is a striking martial art. Itâs quite easy to sustain injuries during training, especially for children whose bodies are not yet fully developed. Itâs not advisable to start practicing any martial arts too early.
âVillage head, are you thinking ofâŠâ
âAh, with the current situation, knowledge alone might not be very useful. So, I was thinking of letting those children practice some martial arts. Iâve also consulted Xu Qu before; he said itâs best to not start martial arts training after the age of twelve, but before that, we can work on improving their physique and accumulating a foundation.â
In these troubled times, it was uncertain how long they would last. Gaining knowledge and an understanding of propriety while training in martial arts for self-defense was the best approach.
âMy technique would be more suitable when the kids are a bit older, starting around fifteen or sixteen.â
Although Wang Sheng knew this world was somewhat different, he couldnât be sure there wouldnât be mishaps during training, so he had to make it clear.
âIs that soâŠâ
The village head looked somewhat disappointed.
âVillage head, I donât have an alternate option, but you could ask Brother Yongfengâs Master.â
He might not have a suitable technique, but Li Yongfengâs master, being a master in an escort agency, had extensive knowledge and experience, and he was also training his own apprentices, so he might have something suitable.
The village head had a moment of realization.
âIâll go right now!â
An old man with a cane hurried off with more vigor than some young men, striding as if he were in the prime of his youth.
âFull of spirit, indeed!â