Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space - Chapter 30. Idea

... ighed; this must be the worst quality paper, yet many scholars still cannot afford it.

Hua Jin thought and thought, finally folding the paper into several pieces. When she picked up the brush and looked at the barely legible writing she had done before, she put the brush down again.

The paper was too expensive to waste casually, and she also didn’t trust her own hand. How could such a soft brush be controlled by someone who has only been practicing calligraphy for a few days?