Si Shuo's handwriting was exceptionally beautiful, like it had been printed, but without being too rigid; it possessed a certain unrestrained spirit.
The three males looked on, their eyes filled with awe and admiration. Though they didn't understand it, they knew it was something special.
Si Shuo smiled, her lips pursed. She pointed to the brush, then to the paper and ink stick. "Xiao Cheng took his clansmen to select trees to make this: paper.
Ji Liang and Xu Chi will go to the grasslands to collect furs, which will be attached to shafts to make writing brushes. We also need to make ink sticks. We'll sell all of it in our shop.
That way, people won't have to go through the trouble of carving words onto tree bark, turtle shells, and bones."
She counted on her fingers as she continued, "We can also carve out all the Beast Text, arrange the blocks, apply ink, and mass-produce books!"
