After Huo Zhongru finished using the toilet, he moved to his new home with his family and several slaves.
In the Han Dynasty, slaves were men and maids were women.
However, they are generally called slaves, and no one will worry too much about this.
It's a pity that the slaves Huo Zhongru brought back are all men. You can work, but you can't... Ahem, that's not the point. The point is, after moving to a new home, I still have to use bamboo chips to wipe my butt in the toilet.
no way.
That's how it is in this era.
and!
Not only in the Han Dynasty, but also in several subsequent dynasties, there are records of bamboo slices in history books. For example, Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, cut toilet chips by himself and even rubbed the toilet chips on his face to detect whether there were any small thorns on the toilet chips.
be honest!
Life in ancient times was not beautiful, it was very difficult.
so!
Huo Guang made up his mind that his toilet paper journey would never be interrupted just because he moved to a new home.
Late at night.
Several slaves had long been tired from moving and doing heavy work, and fell into a deep sleep. But as the host, Huo Zhongru and the original host's mother kept chatting. Apparently they were too excited to sleep because they had moved into a new home.
The two were chatting and suddenly started arguing again.
He was cursing, and seemed to be mentioning something like an illegitimate child.
Many people think that women in ancient times had a low status at home, and that wives did not dare to talk back to their husbands.
actually not!
The wife Ming Media is marrying is the head wife, so she is also the head of the family, and her status is not low. The inferior ones are concubines, domestic prostitutes, etc. In ancient times, there was even a saying that concubines were inferior to prostitutes.
so.
In the novel, it is impossible for a concubine to destroy her wife.
Is this just like you would buy a pet dog for a few thousand yuan and kill your wife as a gift of 300,000 yuan to get it back?
Certainly not.
After all, there was no such good thing as personal insurance in ancient times.
In addition, the first wife usually marries someone from the same family, so offending the wife is equivalent to offending the wife's natal family. Under normal circumstances, the wife has a great say.
Huo Guang didn't know how long the original owner's parents had been arguing at night, but he fell asleep very early anyway.
The days after.
It falls back into the ordinary, boring and quite boring.
Simply!
He immediately started making toilet paper by hand.
Human beings are born in this world to live a better life. So toilet paper must be produced, otherwise you have to use bamboo pieces every time you go to the toilet, which is really fatal.
In order to have someone to help him with his work, he argued hard and got a slave from Huo Zhongru to help him, and named him "Bu San". If there are still slaves in the future, he is going to take another "Busi", hehe.
With the help of slaves, Huo Guang's toilet paper production plan began to be hatched. First, let Busan chop down trees, bamboos, and grass, bundle them back and put them in the pond for soaking.
Bamboo and trees need to be soaked for at least three months, while grass should be soaked for a shorter time.
Enough time.
Just take it out and beat it, remove the green shell and bark, and let its texture soften.
Finally, put it into a pot and cook it repeatedly, take it out and rinse it in a clear water pond, and then continue to cook it. Repeat this to completely decompose the fiber.
The next step is to put it into a stone mortar and grind it into a mud dough. After pounding it, put it into water to form a fiber suspension and pour it into the prepared tools. Use a thin bamboo curtain to filter the pulp, and the fibers will remain on the bamboo curtain to form a paper film.
The next step is to place the paper film on a clean and flat board, squeeze it with a heavy object to drain out the moisture in the paper, and finally dry it with fire.
This is how the first generation of toilet paper was created.
certainly.
When paper was invented during the Western Han Dynasty, its significance went far beyond toilet paper. But the problem is that Huo Guang now just wants to use it to make toilet paper.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Finally, I can no longer wipe my butt with bamboo pieces." Huo Guang sighed.
When he thought about the feeling of wiping his butt with bamboo chips before, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.
Traveling back in time to ancient times was really miserable.
certainly.
The first-generation toilet paper produced here is definitely incomparable to the softness of real toilet paper in the future. It is too rough.
But no matter what.
It was always better than bamboo chips. Without saying a word, he had people throw away the bamboo chips in the toilet and put the first generation toilet paper in it.
night.
Huo Zhongru, a small official in Pingyang County, is back.
As an adult man, the first thing you do after dinner is to go to the toilet.
soon!
Huo Zhongru's shout came from the toilet: "Guang'er, where is the toilet chip? Where did you throw it?"
"Why do you want that thing? Didn't I put toilet paper in it?" Huo Guang replied.
"Toilet paper? Is this what you said you were going to get a few days ago? What the hell, there are no bamboo pieces to use!" Huo Zhongru's complaining voice came out.
After Huo Guang heard this, he originally wanted to say, "Don't use it."
But then I thought about it.
It is better to do less than to do more, and it is better not to do too much than to do too much. Let’s not talk about it anymore.
this era.
It is natural for me to beat my son. Who cares about this matter in your family...
Soon.
Huo Zhongru walked out of the toilet happily, and then said: "This toilet paper is quite easy to use. Guang'er, get more, and I will bring some to the Hedong Prefect tomorrow!"
Hey?
Didn’t you just complain that bamboo chips are not as useful?
Are you thinking about doing favors now?
hehe...
"No, that's all. Just this, it took me more than three months to produce." Huo Guang said directly.
Hearing this, Huo Zhongru gave up the idea of giving gifts as a favor, and complained: "Guang'er, this kind of strange skill is really useless. A man should learn the six arts to be the right way!"
Six arts!
It is divided into five rituals, six music, five shots, five royalties, six books and nine numbers.
pity.
These things gradually disappeared with the emergence of the imperial examination system in the Tang Dynasty.
When Huo Guang heard what the old man said, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, then when will I find someone to teach me? I also want to learn the Six Arts, but I can't teach myself without a teacher, right?"
Upon hearing this.
Huo Zhongru coughed quickly, and then said: "Ahem, um, there are a lot of things today, and I'm a little sleepy as a father. Let's talk tomorrow."
In the Han Dynasty, not everyone could learn the six arts of a gentleman. They were only accessible to the upper class of society.
Huo Zhongru is just a low-status Pingyang official!
In the early years, I worked in Pingyang Mansion and worked as an errand.
So he has been exposed to things in the six arts, but that's all!
It's okay to let him talk and act pretentious!
teach?
I really don’t have that ability!
As for asking for guidance, how can a Pingyang petty official be qualified to do so? The Han Dynasty's court had a three-gong and nine-qing system. All knowledge was in the hands of aristocratic families, and ordinary people did not have this opportunity to access it.
Huo Guang watched his father walk into the room and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "I can't hope for my father to become a dragon in this life. I still have to rely on myself!"
Another month has passed in the blink of an eye.
The weather is getting colder.
Huo Guang and Bu San are still making toilet paper. The previous generation of toilet paper was too rough, so he is trying to improve its softness.
But on this day.
A group of soldiers from the imperial court suddenly arrived at the Huo family's new residence. Each soldier was filled with murderous intent, as if they had just experienced a bloody fight on the battlefield.
"What are you doing at my house?"
Although Huo Guang was a little nervous, he still had the courage to ask when he saw the soldiers and horses intruding.
He finished asking.
The group of soldiers suddenly split into two sides and stood apart. Only a young man with an imposing appearance stood in the middle. He looked at Huo Guang and asked, "You said this is your home?"
"Yes, my family!" Huo Guang was a little confused, not knowing what the young man in front of him wanted to say.
But he understands something.
If the people do not fight with the officials, it is not that they should not fight, but that they cannot fight. The saying that a scholar meets a soldier is hard to explain, but I still understand this truth. So now, it's best not to provoke these imperial officers and soldiers.
At this time!
I saw the young man across from me slowly speaking: "I said, this is my home!"
