Starting Today, I’ll Work as a City Lord

This frightened him, so he quickly reprimanded him, carried Liu Feng out, praised Liu Feng for his goodness, and told them to keep themselves safe and work hard.

"Good job!" Liu Feng put down the document, which contained some material data and the general situation of the slaves. He did not expect that more than 400 of these slaves were orcs.

Liu Feng couldn't help but sigh, that Prince Diss is really ruthless, in order to disguise his whereabouts, he actually treated the orcs as slaves.

"By the way, are there many literate people going to your school now?" Liu Feng asked Buff, the literacy rate should be paid attention to.

"Many, many people go there during the day now." Speaking of this, Buff was very excited. He didn't expect so many people to be willing to read.

"So, how many people do you think will be able to read after this winter?"

Liu Feng folded his hands and asked, "Can half of the people in Xiyang City know how to read?"

"This..." Buff frowned, counting the number of literate people in the school in his mind, and finally shook his head and said, "My lord, after the winter, there should be only two people who can read."

"Is it because the school is not enough?" Liu Feng asked.

"Yes, the school can only accommodate fifty people at a time. If there are more, everyone will have no space to practice calligraphy." Buff sighed. After all, setting up a sand table takes up space, and the most important thing is that everyone has no books.

Now only elementary schools have books, and the rest can only go to the school to write and practice, and they may forget it after returning. This is the most time-consuming.

Liu Feng also thought of this problem. The movable type printing is now short of the last hurdle, and that is the problem of ink.

Like the books printed in elementary schools, the cost price is very high, mainly because the ink raw materials are relatively small, and the research department is currently deploying a cheaper ink, which is already in the experimental stage.

As long as the cost price drops, it's time to promote it. Otherwise, if a book costs one silver coin and sells it for a few silver coins, who can afford it?

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as Liu Feng was thinking about how many more schools he wanted to build, there was a knock on the study door.

"Come in!" Liu Feng said softly.

"Kagji!"

Mina walked in, holding an iron box in her hand. She had just returned from the scientific research department, and she had to pass some secret documents by herself.

"Master, the Research Department has something for you." Mina put the iron box in front of Liu Feng, then sat on the desk with her buttocks up, flicking her cat's tail.

"Oh?" Liu Feng raised his eyebrows, thinking that something like that was made? He dialed the combination lock, lifted the iron cover, and saw two or three things lying inside.

"Huh? It turned out to be this." Liu Feng smiled and said, "It's really timely rain, and it will come when it's short."

He took out an alien version of the pencil from the iron box, no, it should be a charcoal pencil, or a charcoal pencil rolled out of paper.

"Master, what is this?" An Li, who was taking notes at the side, leaned over and looked at the small sticks in Liu Feng's hands, as well as the boxy piece of wood.

"This is called a paper-rolled charcoal pen, but it is a good thing. It can solve many people's writing problems." Liu Feng shook the paper-rolled charcoal pen in his hand.

"Can this thing be written?" An Li took a stick to look at it, and asked in confusion, "Master, this thing is flat on both ends, how can I write it?"

"We need a pencil sharpener." Liu Feng picked up a small wooden cube beside him. The principle and method of the pencil sharpener are very simple.

The paper-rolled charcoal pen was stuffed in, and scraps of paper would fall out as soon as it was turned. The tip of the pen was soon sharpened. Liu Feng pulled a piece of paper and started writing on it, and a line of elegant black characters appeared.

"Wow? This..." An Li stared at her brown eyes in surprise, picked up the pen sharpener and began to sharpen it, and it was finished soon. She also started to write, but she used a little force halfway, and the tip of the pen broke.

"Don't use too much force." Liu Feng smiled lightly, and handed the pen to Buff, asking him to try it too.

"This is amazing, so convenient..." After Buff wrote, he kept praising.

"Use this to scrape off handwriting." Liu Feng picked up two thumb-sized iron pieces and handed them to An Li, Buff.

"Huh? What a magical pen." An Li used an iron blade to easily scratch off the handwriting, which surprised her again and again.

"My lord, if you have this kind of pen, you can copy the characters back home and practice." Buff said pleasantly.

"Of course, the price of this kind of pen is not very expensive." Liu Feng nodded. He couldn't make pencils, and he lacked the raw material of graphite.

Don’t even think about ballpoint pens. It’s good to use them in your own castle. If you spread them out, I’m afraid he will be exhausted. He doesn’t want to be a cargo porter. He wants a ballpoint pen today, a pencil tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. Want that.

Therefore, Liu Feng felt that it would be practical to get some things that can be produced and promoted in this era. As for the goods on the earth, they should be used by their own people.

The nib of the ballpoint pen, on the other side of the earth, is a high-tech thing, which can be regarded as stuck to him.

As for the pen, the research department is still debugging the nib, the matching ink, and the problem of sealing the ink, etc. It may take a long time until the real research is done.

These two types are not acceptable, but charcoal pens are still available. Charcoal is crushed into powder, mixed with clay and mixed into shape, squeezed and shaped with a special mold, and then rolled up with paper. This is the paper roll charcoal pen.

Compared with writing directly with charcoal, the characters written with paper-rolled charcoal pens are darker. Because of the clay, the writing is smoother. After all, the overall density of charcoal is worse than that of paper-rolled charcoal pens.

Although the pens made of reeds and quills are a bit worse than the pens made of reeds and quills, the two pens dipped in ink are worse, but the difference lies in the quality of writing, that is, it is difficult to preserve the fonts.

In comparison, paper-rolled charcoal pens are cheap and simple, and they don’t have to be limited by the problem of ink. After all, ink is not affordable for ordinary people. Ink is only affordable for nobles and wealthy businessmen.

"Buff, I will open two more schools, and the paper rolls and charcoal pens will be matched soon. I want at least half of the people in Xiyang City to be literate by the beginning of next spring." Liu Feng said seriously.

"yes!"

Buff respectfully replied that with this magical pen and two schools, he can still complete this task.

Every time, he feels that some difficult problems can be solved quickly by letting the city lord take action.

Now, he can brag to his grandson again when he goes back, that brat, he doesn't know how he was doing at school today? You won't bully other classmates again, right?

Chapter 0290 Catherine is ill.

"Wow~~"

There was a sound of waves breaking through the hull of the ship, splashing water and blooming flowers.

In the cabin of the main ship, the atmosphere was extremely depressed at this time, because Catherine, the daughter of the most distinguished Grand Duke and one of the five strange women in the capital, was ill.

"Huhahuha..."

Catherine was lying on the bed with a pale face, her breathing was heavy, her face showed pain, her thin willow eyebrows were tightly frowned, and even the sound of panting could make people feel her pain.

"Catherine, don't worry, hold on for a while, Xiyang City is coming, there must be a good witch doctor there, you must hold on." Darlene held Catherine's slender hand tightly, comforting her softly with.

The heavy snow the day before yesterday caused Catherine to catch a cold. In the first day or two, she was still a little dizzy, and her speech was weak, so she just wanted to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Catherine's condition worsened today, and she fell into a coma. Darlene only found out when she came to see Catherine in the morning.

Darlene is a little at a loss, this is the first time she has encountered such a situation, she used to have a disease like this, and she would just lie in bed and suffocate with the quilt for a day or two, and she would get better, at most, she would suffer from some strange things made by the witch doctor concoction.

But now Catherine's painful expression is really worrying. If there is an accident... then something big will happen.

"Bang bang bang..."