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He spread paper across the desk and set down his plans with a flourish of his brush.

But there was simply too much stored in his mind. By sunset, his waist, back, and arms were aching, yet he had only touched the tip of the iceberg.

Writing like this consumed far too much paper. Paper was expensive in Great Wei, and so were ink and brushes.

Thinking of the pencils of later generations, Rong Xi pondered for a moment before picking up his brush to write a letter. Once it was finished, he went to Feng Shan and asked him to deliver it to the Hu Residence.

He needed graphite, clay, resin, and other materials. If Hu Yulin could help him find them, he might be able to try making pencils, which would make things much more convenient.

The following day, Feng Shan personally went to deliver the letter, leaving his son Feng Li at the residence.

In any case, people were guarding the residence from the shadows. He only needed to make a quick trip and return.

He had been gone for roughly half an hour when Rong Xi was reading in his room and someone suddenly arrived outside the residence.

"Young master, someone from the town's medical hall has come. They said Teacher Gao has suddenly fallen gravely ill and is being treated at the medical hall." Liu Zishi reported from outside the room.

Rong Xi's heart jolted. He hurriedly rose and opened the door. "How is he now?"

He often visited Teacher Gao's home, and everyone in town knew that he and Teacher Gao shared a close relationship. It was only natural for someone to come notify him.

After all, Teacher Gao had no family by his side.

Liu Zishi shook his head. "I don't know. Young