All of a sudden!
The mud-like wood has completely melted into the water, turning into white muddy water.
When the carpenter saw this, he held a bamboo curtain and began to swim in the water.
The white liquid ripples on the bamboo curtain, filtering out the residue, and gradually forms a Jing paper film on the bamboo curtain.
Ying Ziye taught carefully from the side: "Repeat the movements of scooping water and lifting the bamboo curtain."
"In this way, a paper film will form!"
“Remember, if you copy light paper, it will be too thin, and if you copy heavy paper, it will be too thick!”
"Here!"
The carpenters and workers stared closely at the bamboo curtain in their hands and the pure white Jing paper film that began to appear on the bamboo curtain.
Before coming here, the county magistrate and the officials told them that this time they were working for the Eighth Young Master, and they would be rewarded greatly if they completed the work.
Now that the Eighth Young Master is teaching them carefully, they certainly don't dare to neglect and must concentrate all their attention on doing the work seriously.
Ying Ziye saw that the Jing paper film on the bamboo curtain had been completely formed, nodded slightly and said, "The fifth step is to cover the curtain and press the paper!"
"Put the bamboo curtain that has been scooped out of the pulp upside down on the pressing board, and then remove the bamboo curtain, and this layer of Jing paper film will fall on the board."
"In this way, the steps of spreading materials and covering curtains are repeated until thousands of sheets of wet paper are stacked, and then wooden boards are placed on top to squeeze out most of the water."
“What is a pressboard?”
asked the carpenter in confusion.
Bang bang bang!
Ying Ziye clapped his hands, and the county magistrate personally took out two wooden boards from the pile of tools.
"The pressing board is the wooden board used to press the paper mold. Of course, it can also be pressed using iron plates and copper plates."
Ying Ziye explained.
The carpenter worker suddenly realized it and began to place the paper mold hanging from the bamboo curtain on the pressing board.
This was repeated dozens of times, and hundreds of paper templates were made.
"Okay, just make these first, you don't need much."
With that said, Ying Ziye asked someone to cover the other pressing plate.
The paper mold was wet and started to drip.
"It's almost there. Let's wait and see again in an hour or two."
"Everyone can go down to eat and rest first."
"Here!"
When the carpenters heard this, they also breathed a sigh of relief.
About an hour or so.
Everyone came to the backyard again.
"The sixth step is to bake it!"
"The wet paper is lifted up one by one and dried."
"The equipment for baking paper is to build an alley with earthen bricks. A fire is lit in the alley. After the temperature of the earthen bricks rises, the wet paper is pasted one by one and dried. After drying, it is lifted up to make paper."
The carpenters nodded after hearing this.
"Eighth Young Master, there are no mud brick alleys in the government office."
The county magistrate is in trouble.
"I know this."
Ying Ziye smiled and said helplessly: "That's why we have to use this big cauldron."
Under his command, a group of government officials began to clean the cauldron, and then put a layer of wet paper on the four sides and bottom of the cauldron.
As the blazing flames heated up the cauldron, streams of water vapor gradually emerged from the cauldron.
The wet paper is constantly separated from moisture and becomes dry in the hot cauldron.
Ying Ziye watched from the side.
When the time was right, he slapped the cauldron, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept through the strong wind. The breeze lifted up the pieces of paper in the cauldron and fell into his hands.
White as clouds, smooth as jade.
"It's done, this thing is paper!"
A faint smile appeared on Ying Ziye's face.
The carpenter looked at the thin white paper in his hand and couldn't help but exclaimed about the ingenious workmanship.
The county magistrate and others took the white paper in their hands and rubbed it with their fingers. They felt that the touch was so smooth and gentle, just like a woman's delicate hands.
"This thing is really incredible, just like the gentle and smooth hands of a wealthy lady whose fingers are not touched by spring water!"
The county magistrate and others were amazed.
At this time, Ying Ziye asked Jian Jiu to bring him a pen and inkstone, polish the ink, dip the pen in the ink and write on the white paper.
"White paper can record words and write on it easily."
"In this way, you can write without using precious silk cloth, or you can carve characters on bamboo pieces and then write them, and then compile them into bamboo slips."
"Eighth Young Master is truly a god!"
The county magistrate looked at the white paper in his hand and then at Ying Ziye, amazed.
He really didn't know how Ying Ziye could create such a magical thing!
This item is so light and not as heavy as bamboo slips. Compared with silk cloth, the production method is also simple and does not require much money.
"Once this thing comes out, I am afraid that in the eyes of scholars all over the world, the Eighth Young Master can be called a saint!"
The county magistrate praised.
Bamboo slips are usually used to record text, which is not only difficult, but also relatively heavy. It sometimes feels sore when holding it in the hand. It is even more difficult to carry it, requiring books, carriages, boxes, etc.
But white paper is much lighter.
"modesty!"
Ying Ziye smiled.
night!
Led by bad guys, Ying Ziye, Yuan Tiangang and others arrived at the black market in Chenjun County with lightning speed.
The black market is located on a mountain ten miles outside Chen County.
On top of the mountain, there is a nine-master sacrificial altar.
The nine masters are the sun master, moon master, time master, military master, etc.
Among them, the leader of the army was Chi You!
The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves.
Around the Nine Main Altar, there are stalls.
The figures are longing, each wearing a black veil on their head, hiding their true appearance.
Ying Ziye also put on a black veil, took out the package with white paper from the system space, and spread it out in an open space.
At the same time, he took out a piece of white paper that had been written on and posted it in front of the stall.
What is sold at the stall is white paper, on which you can write and draw. The paper is smooth, light and convenient.
My original creation, the only one in the world!
"I sell white paper. White paper can be used to write text. Compared with silk bamboo slips, it is not only cheaper but also lighter and easier to carry!"
Ying Ziye shouted loudly.
For business, you have to shout, and you have to shout loudly!
Blank paper? !
The people around him couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this strange name.
What is paper, and what is paper? !
Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but look towards the stall where Ying Ziye was.
I saw a pile of snow-white things neatly placed on the stall. In front of the stall, there was a piece of white paper filled with iron-hook silver calligraphy.
People coming and going gathered around it, curiously reaching out to pick up a piece of white paper and touching it lightly, it felt as smooth as a girl's gentle hand.
He looked at the paper with words on it and was even more surprised.
"Besides bamboo slips and silk cloth, there are other things that can be written on, and they are so light. It is really unbelievable!"
Everyone was amazed.
"Boss, how did you sell this blank piece of paper?"
Several people were moved by it on the spot and were ready to take down the white paper.
Ying Ziye smiled and stretched out a finger.
"A blank piece of paper, a hundred gold!"
