Chapter 146 Refill
"Calendar?"
Wei Dalei smiled and said, "I know this."
"Oh?" Tang Jing was stunned.
"Today is June 14th, Sunday. The day we became smaller was April 27th, Monday. It has been 48 days now." Wei Dalei put his hands on his hips with a proud look on his face.
"Chen Mu told you." Tang Jing exposed him.
"Uh...how do you know?" Old Wei's half-pretended expression stopped abruptly.
"What do you think?"
"Hey, I really can't remember, but the boss is more powerful." Wei Dalei said sarcastically.
"Chen Mu didn't tell you how he knew?" Tang Jing asked, tilting her head.
"He said he was thoughtful and had unparalleled calculations." Wei Dalei repeated someone's boast verbatim.
"Yeah."
Tang Jing raised the corner of her mouth slightly and nodded: "Chen Mu is really awesome."
"Yeah, haha."
...
When Chen Mu came over, he didn't know that he was already dead for most of the society. When he saw Wei Dalei moving After taking down the pencil and a few scraps of paper, I immediately understood what Tang Jing was thinking.
"I just don't know if the roughness of the paper can be used for writing." Chen Mu said worriedly.
"Judging from the current toilet paper, it should be fine, but the size is not suitable. Make me a notebook."
"Do you want to write something?"
"Yeah."
"What to write?"
"I won't tell you."
"... ..."
Because Wei Dalei was asked by Dong Junwei to move other things, Chen Mu knew nothing about the conversation between the two just now.
"Can you try to control the refill?"
The two walked to the end of the pencil, and Tang Jing pointed to the exposed black refill.
This is a drawing pen with two exposed ends. Students also use this kind of pen to write answer sheets, but they usually use 2B, but this one is 2H.
"This thing is graphite."
"Well, the mixture of graphite and adhesive has a density of less than 2. It shouldn't be difficult for you." Tang Jing said.
"Let me try."
Chen Mu put his palm to the position of the pen lead. This pencil is half a person's height when placed flat on the ground, and the pen lead is also as thick as a person. If it were made into a pencil that humans can use now, theoretically it would be possible Produce millions of sticks.
It's just that this mixture of graphite and clay has good hardness, but is very brittle, and it's easy for black powder to stick to your hands.
When Chen Mu retracted his hand, his palm was already painted black.
But he successfully brought out a small ink stick.
However, if you want to use it as a pen refill, it is still not thin enough, and the precision is far from enough.
Such a tiny thing is more difficult for Chen Mu, not to mention that it needs to be straight, round, and smooth.
finally.
After about five minutes of repairs.
The pen refill in Chen Mu's hand finally felt roughly the same as before.
“The next step is to wrap it with wood.”
This step still uses the original wood shell of the pencil, but the outermost layer of paint is omitted.
"Is it still a hexagonal cross-section?" Chen Mu said, pointing at the big pencil.
"If you can, of course it's best."
"It should be no problem."
"Pencil shells are usually made of basswood. The wood grain is relatively fine, easy to process, not easy to crack, and has good toughness." "
Yeah."
Chen Mu listened while listening While listening to Tang Jing's explanation, she concentrated on making pencils.
Wrap the refill in wood.
Such a seemingly simple movement, but it is not that easy to achieve uniform and straight movements.
not long time.
A smaller version of the pencil was born.
But it doesn't really look that good.
It is easy to see the slightest flaws in this common thing in daily life.
Tang Jing held it in her hand and made a gesture of holding a pen.
"The thickness and size are enough to look real, but it looks a little distorted and not straight enough. You can feel it immediately when you hold it in your hand." "
Without a mold, I can only do this step for the time being. I'll try it a few more times."
Although he was not a perfectionist, Chen Mu was still not satisfied with the pen in front of him. He took the material again and processed it again.
After several failures, I finally made a passable one.
It's a wood-colored pencil that looks the same as before.
"Sharp the pencil for me."
"Yeah."
After a while, a sharpened pencil with a pointed head appeared.
"Where's the paper?" Chen Mu asked.
"Just like the toilet paper last time, but help me bind a copy of it."
"What exactly do you want to write?" Chen Mu couldn't help but ask again.
But Tang Jing still insisted: "I won't tell you."
The toilet paper made last time was not good enough for wiping buttocks. It had poor water absorbency and was rough but hard.
But for writing, it's actually pretty good.
It's just still not smooth enough.
...
Since the last attempt, Chen Mu has gained some experience in papermaking. It is not too difficult to help Tang Jing make a notebook now.
Dozens of pieces of paper were stacked together, and Chen Mu glued them together. The effect was better than binding.
After she had paper and pen, Tang Jing took them in her hands with a smile, came to the conference table, and sat down upright.
This is Qiming's first real writing since the end of the world. If no one else has done anything similar, this is a great leap forward in human spiritual civilization.
Everyone quickly gathered around.
Seeing Tang Jing lowering her head to write, she felt a little envious.
"How's the effect?" Dong Junwei came over.
"It's okay. It's a bit difficult to write. You need to control your strength, but the handwriting is still clear."
Tang Jing said as she turned back to the cover of the book and wrote the word "Qiming" vertically on it.
"It's really, not bad."
While everyone sighed, they were also curious about what Tang Jing was going to write.
"It will be kept secret for now. When I finish writing it, I will show it to you." Tang Jing looked mysterious.
...
Tang Jing refused to say anything, and there was nothing the others could do. Seeing that she was unwilling to write in person, everyone could only gradually disperse.
Everyone has a lot to do.
Dong Junwei has already begun to lead everyone to organize the second carton.
Once it's all done, there will be a lot more floor space.
Although the place was large, it always looked messy, especially the two large cardboard boxes, which actually blocked a large part of everyone's view. Moreover, because they were placed directly on the ground, they were severely affected by moisture, and the bottom was soft and dry. In the future, confetti powder will continue to fall.
Once this powder hides, it will be like snow, and breathing will be affected.
Since cleaning out one cardboard box, the environment of the room has improved to a higher level, which is why Dong Junwei wants to clean up the remaining cardboard box non-stop.
Tang Jing has been sitting alone at the conference table these days, writing and joking.
Although he kept it secret, he had told Wei Dalei before that people like Old Wei could not hide their words at first glance.
Everyone soon knew that Tang Jing was writing a calendar.
Chen Mu thought it was funny at first, and it was worth hiding. But after hearing Wei Dalei recount the conversation between him and Tang Jing, he felt bad.
(End of chapter)