Zhu Yu means brush. Great achievements and plans for the realm are too slow to record on bamboo slips with a carving knife, and besides, injuring your hand would be a hassle.
- Hmm? General Meng, you improved the brush because you had too many reports to write and couldn't carve them all fast enough, didn't you?
- That's not the only reason! General Meng only smiled. I have so much to tell you. How could carving ever be fast enough?
The refined young gentleman turned away in a fluster, the tips of his ears red as his fingers traced the joints of the bamboo brush.
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The writing is so good, I cried to death...