After thinking about it carefully, he found that there was indeed no place selling red paper. Zhao Bin turned his attention to Wang Wu and thought about it for a moment. He still felt that it would not work. It was scary to think about going to a funeral shop to buy red paper.
Cui'er blinked at the side and seemed to have thought of something, so she said, "How about we dye it ourselves? Buy some tissue paper and dye it yourself."
"Dye it yourself. Do we have any dye? Is there any dye sold in the city?" Zhao Bin thought for a while and said.
Wang Wu saw that no one spoke, so he tentatively said: "Your Majesty, I know where to find one!"
"I have to say it's Lao Wu. Where can I find it?"
"The funeral shop should have one."
Zhao Bin looked like you were fucking teasing me: "Brother Wu, are you possessed by an evil spirit today? Are you having sex with the funeral shop?"
Cui'er said from the side: "Actually, you don't have to go to the funeral shop to buy it. As long as you can find madder, the juice after boiling the madder can not only dye cloth, but also make rouge. The ladies in the palace have made handmade rouge before."
"Your Majesty, I know where the madder can be found..." Before Wang Wu could finish his words, Zhao Bin interrupted angrily: "If you tell me it's a funeral shop again, I'll let you do it today." Go to the funeral parlor at night and sleep with the coffin in your arms."
Wang Wu said with an aggrieved look: "It's not a funeral shop, it's on the wasteland west of the city. I saw it when I was picking up horses."
Zhao Bin heard that it was said to be in the wasteland west of the city, but he asked with some confusion: "There are no funeral shops in the west of the city, right?"
"My lord, are you asking about inside the city or outside the city?" Wang Wu said with a harmless expression.
"What do you mean? Really?"
"The funeral shop is indeed located in the west of the city, but it is inside the city and not outside the city." Wang Wu said.
"Lao Wu, call for the copycat guys. Let's go dig madder. Cui'er and Ling'er, you go buy toilet paper. You want big sheets."
On the wasteland to the west of the city, several people looked at the bare ground. Zhao Bin looked at Wang Wu: "Where is the grass?"
"Fuck! Where's the grass?" Wang Wu lay on the ground, looking at the gnawed bulges on the ground, "Which bastard ate all the madder? Could it be the old shopkeeper of the funeral shop?"
Zhao Bin kicked Wang Wu on the butt.
Lu Biao said with a smile: "Your Majesty, there were too many cattle and sheep in Yancheng before. It should be caused by grazing. There should be more if you walk further away."
"Let's go" After saying this, Zhao Bin walked straight forward, followed by several guards behind him.
After walking out for more than half an hour, I saw the grass out of the ground. It seemed that there were really a lot of livestock before. If there were so many cattle and sheep in the future, they might not be so wanton grazing, which would damage the ecological environment.
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu, look which one is the madder?" Zhao Bin shouted to Wang Wu.
Wang Wu casually took two steps, squatted down and pulled up a withered grass that had lost all its leaves: "Your Majesty, this is the withered grass, no, this is the madder."
Zhao Bin took the dried madder and looked at it from side to side and said, "It's all dried up. It doesn't even have leaves. How can it be done?"
Lu Biao and several guards shook their heads to express their ignorance. "Lao Wu, is this okay?"
"I don't know, I didn't do any rouge, but I think since Cui'er asked us to come, it should be no problem." Wang Wu said.
"That makes sense. Come on, brothers, dig them all out. Don't leave any of them for the funeral shop." Zhao Bin said to the people behind him.
Everyone........
At noon, Qin Fang just finished inspecting the city wall and was about to go downstairs when he saw Zhao Bin and his men walking towards the city gate carrying a dozen sacks. Qin Fang asked the soldiers with a puzzled look on his face: "What is King Yan doing?"
The soldier shook his head and said, "I don't know, the prince took people out of the city in the morning."
Qin Fang walked down the city wall and happened to catch up with Zhao Bin carrying a hay sack into the city. Qin Fang bowed his hands and saluted: "I have met His Highness King Yan."
Zhao Bin was originally carrying the sack, but his sight was blocked by the sack. He turned around slightly and saw that it was Captain Qin Fang, so he replied: "Hey, Captain Qin, are you patrolling the city?"
"Yes, my lord, what are you doing?" Qin Fang asked, pointing to the sack on Zhao Bin's shoulder.
"This is madder."
"Why did the prince get so much madder?"
"Hey, it's a secret, you'll find out later." Zhao Bin said with a smile.
Qin Fang didn't ask any more questions, but reached out to pick up the sack and said, "The general will send someone to help you take it back."
Zhao Bin waved his hand and said: "No, it's not heavy. I estimate it's only about ten kilograms. It's all hay."
Qin Fang was a little at a loss and thought to himself: Is this a matter of sinking or not? You are a prince, walking around the streets carrying a sack, what does it sound like? But since Zhao Bin refused to give in, there was no need for him to persist.
"Okay, go ahead, Captain Qin, let's go back first."
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
Zhao Bin waved his hand, then put the sack on his shoulder and walked straight towards the palace.
In the neighboring courtyard of the palace, Cui'er asked someone to put a big pot on the stove where the salt was boiled, and brought a large wooden basin. Once Zhao Bin and the others came back, they could boil the water and cook the madder.
"Back, back, the prince and the others are back." Ling'er, who was sitting on the threshold, stood up and shouted.
When Ling'er saw Zhao Bin approaching carrying a sack, he hurriedly stepped forward to meet him. He turned to look at the others complainingly and said, "Brother Wu, why did you let the prince carry the sack? What does this mean to the common people?"
"It's okay, just treat it as exercise and let Cui'er see if this works." Zhao Bin
"Did you hear that, the prince said to exercise?" Wang Wu said with a look on his face that he wanted to be beaten.
"I'll tell the princess later and see how she deals with you." Ling'er said with a pout.
Wang Wu:.......
Even though Wang Wu was a talented killer on the battlefield, later on in Ding Mansion, he practiced boxing with Concubine Ding, and then his nose and face were bruised and swollen for several days.
After entering the yard, Cui Er asked someone to chop the madder into small pieces, crush it, soak it in water, add a certain amount of white vinegar and stir it. If the white vinegar is not added, the juice will be orange. As for the Cui'er doesn't know why the color changes from orange to red after adding white vinegar. She only knows that this is roughly how it is done.
After soaking for a period of time, take out the madder and put it into a pot for steaming. After the madder is steamed and mashed, its juice will turn red. Everyone filtered the juice and poured it into the basin. Cui'er brought a roll of toilet paper. After separating it, she soaked one piece in the water tank to allow the toilet paper to fully blend with the juice. Then she gently lifted the paper with two wooden sticks. , lay flat on the prepared chopping board.
"Your Majesty, the weather is too cold. It's not easy to do this," Lu Biao reminded from the side.
"Well, Lao Wu, go move a stove and put it in the house. It's burning brightly. Lu Biao, go get some wooden frames and put them around the stove." Zhao Bin ordered.
The quality of the papyrus paper was not very good, and the paper was accidentally torn several times during the period. After that, everyone became more careful when handling it. The stove in the house is getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. On the wooden frame around the stove is placed freshly dyed tissue paper. Although it is red, it is far from bright, but now we can only make do with it. If next year When doing it, you must prepare in advance.
After everyone worked hard all afternoon, they finally got some red paper. Zhao Bin said excitedly: "Bring me a pen and ink, I will write a couplet for you."
