Hongji packed the sawed wood into a bag and hoisted it to take into the room. The guard was not around at the moment, making it a perfect time to move the items.
He thought about needing his daughter's help to paint the wooden figures. He remembered that the wooden figures his daughter had painted before were done using charcoal, which dirtied her hands.
Hongji thought of a solution. If he used a brush to paint the wood, it wouldn't be a problem for his daughter to handle the brush. If he could make a pen out of charcoal, or even many pens, his daughter could paint, and other daughters could also use them to learn to read.
With this idea in mind, after Hongji placed the sawed wood in the room, he started making charcoal pencils.
"Dad, grandpa is washing up for dinner!" Daya had finished cooking and was calling them to eat.
"Hmm, got it."
Just then, Hongji had just finished making a pen. He first put it back in the room on the table and went to wash his hands.