For the next ten days or so, Zhao Hao did not return to the city. He stayed in the Imperial Manor and took care of all the papermaking matters.
Finally, before the end of the month, the first batch of 300 sheets of white linen paper was successfully produced.
After drying, flattening, and cutting, three hundred white papers with obvious traces of plant fibers were finally presented to everyone.
The paper has no gloss, and the thickness is not too uniform. The most important thing is that there are too many traces of plant fibers on it, which are too obvious.
These are all problems in the production process.
However, this still made Wang Mengyu, Zheng Zhiqian, and Luo Bi feel extremely excited.
Because, they succeeded!
Paper was made from white machina, and it was very tough paper.
If it is used to make books, it is completely enough.
Zhao Hao looked at the finished white linen paper and was quite dissatisfied.
Because there is still a big gap between the state of the paper in his mind.
At least the white linen paper should be whiter, and the thickness should be more uniform. The fiber traces on it are not impossible, but they should be reduced.
These require re-optimization of the process.
In terms of raw material processing, we need to start making some changes.
Seeing Zhao Hao's expression, Wang Mengyu immediately said: "Brother Hao, this paper is already quite good. Are you still dissatisfied?"
Zheng Zhiqian also said: "Brother Hao, our paper is made of white linen. The cost is really cheap. If it reaches this level, it will definitely become popular."
Zhao Hao shook his head.
"This kind of quality can only be said to be barely adequate, so-so, and far from what I think is the best."
"Let's do this. In the past two days, we will start from the processing of raw materials, re-optimize it, and re-experiment every step."
"We'll see how it works then."
Hearing what Zhao Hao said, the three of them all scratched their heads.
This is obviously very good.
Is it really necessary to continue improving?
The key is, can it still be improved?
Zhao Hao picked up a few pieces of paper, ignored Wang Mengyu and the others, and went back to the room.
How can I put it, this paper highlights the old nature.
It's really not very pretty.
After looking at it for a long time, Zhao Hao took out the notes on the entire papermaking process again and began to re-optimize the process step by step.
After several days of revisions and attempts, he finally succeeded in creating paper that made him extremely satisfied on October 6th.
Each piece of paper is evenly thin and thick. Although it is not completely pure white, it is already that kind of milky white that is extremely beautiful and very pleasing to people.
Fiber traces have also been reduced by more than 90%.
There are only about three to five marks on each piece of paper, which is still in the state of a whole large piece of paper.
If you crop it into small sheets, you will only see an obvious one on about six or seven sheets.
And the touch feel is much better than before. It looks very smooth overall and is no longer as numb and lazy as before.
The most important point is that after successive adjustments, with the same amount of raw materials, more paper can be produced than before.
In short, it really reached a level that made Zhao Hao feel satisfied.
At this point, the papermaking workshop was officially a complete success.
That night, Zhao Hao held an unusually huge celebration banquet at the Chief's Mansion.
A thousand workers in the entire workshop, as well as the women previously hired to cook, all participated.
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Wang Mengyu drank with a rosy smile and walked among the people holding the wine glass.
"Everyone, today is a great success for our papermaking workshop. Today is also a day that will definitely be recorded in history."
Well, these words, these are just workers with a background of sharecroppers, basically they don’t understand.
But Wang Mengyu didn't care about this and continued to say with a hint of drunkenness: "And all this was brought about by the Duke."
"Now, let us invite Sir Alex to tell you a few words!"
Hearing what he said, all the workers stopped their chopsticks and quickly looked at Zhao Hao.
Seeing this, Zhao Hao had no choice but to glare at Wang Mengyu helplessly.
He hated talking the most at this time.
Just like in the previous life, just drink at the wine table. What a nonsense!
But everyone was looking at him eagerly, so he had no choice but to do as he pleased.
Standing up from his position, Zhao Hao glanced at everyone one by one.
"Well, in that case, let me just say a few words."
"The prince just said that today will be a day recorded in history."
"That's right."
"Because the paper we make will be made into books and then sold on the market."
"You all know that the cost of making our white linen paper is not high."
"So after being made into books, the price is much lower than the price of bamboo paper books."
"This will allow more families who are not wealthy to afford books."
"Let more children from civilian families who want to study be able to afford it."
"So, what you are doing is a great cause that benefits the country and the people!"
"Of course, none of this matters!"
"The important thing is that our white linen paper will definitely become popular all over the world and we will definitely make a lot of money."
"With money, we can live a better life!"
"So I hope that everyone can continue their efforts, especially in the last period before winter, to make as much paper as possible."
"Please everyone!"
"I'd like to toast everyone!"
With that said, Zhao Hao picked up the wine glass in his hand, gestured to everyone, then raised his head and drank.
Everyone raised their glasses immediately and drank it with great enthusiasm.
Now, for workers like them, Zhao Hao is heaven and everything.
Because in the past month or so, their lives have been greatly improved.
Each laborer earns eighty cents a day. Even now, they still feel like they are in a dream, unrealistic.
They finally had money to buy food.
You can let the children at home have enough to eat.
Not only that, they have three meals a day in the workshop, and they can eat whatever they want with no limit on the quantity.
And you can also eat meat!
To be honest, these people, whether they are in their twenties or thirties, or in their thirties or forties, have never had a full meal since they were born.
But this month, after coming to the workshop, they felt like they had stepped into an unimaginable paradise.
Putting down the wine glass, a courageous worker suddenly said loudly: "Sir, we will work hard. Please give us a number. How many pieces of paper need to be made before winter? Even if we don't sleep, we will make it for you." !”
