It's done!
Ning An and Ding Yizhen exchanged glances.
At the same time.
An Xiaofu also jogged into the woodshed, looking at Ning An and tilting her head slightly, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, she said:
"Little Daoist, where can we find paper and pen in our temple?"
Ding Yizhen was somewhat puzzled. He asked, "Paper and pen? What do you need them for?"
An Xiaofu rolled her eyes at him, swaying slightly:
"What else could it be for? Of course, it's because the incense worked."
"Grandpa said he thought of a direction for a carbon fiber breakthrough, and it might even go a step further."
By the time Ning An hurried over with paper and pen, it was already a little late.
Elder An already had a thin booklet on his knee, filled with incomprehensible scribbles.
Ning An didn't understand the knowledge, but it didn't stop him from seeing the unconcealed joy on Elder An's face.
