Han Shuxian didn't expect that he would really start making paper. When he agreed to Wan Wan, it was just because she was thinking about the village and he didn't want to reject her immediately. Who knew that he would actually start making paper.
But since we have decided to make paper, we might as well take action as soon as possible. After talking with Huang Rui, we called Mo Ziyuan and Murong Qingyuan, "Now that we have found someone who can make paper, we must now start looking for someone to learn how to make paper." method."
Although there is a way to make paper, it is not like cooking, which can be done immediately. It was only after listening to Huang Rui that he realized that it would take at least half a year to make a piece of paper.
If it takes such a long time, you have to select people early. Only after selecting people can you take the next step.
"There are not many people in our family, so do you have any ideas on who should choose to learn papermaking from me?" .z.
After Han Shuxian asked, he looked at the two of them. Although it was Wan Wan who brought up the idea of making paper, the people who knew how to make paper were found by Qingyuan. Based on his relationship with the Mo family, he can be considered a member of the Mo family now, and he He already valued Murong Qingyuan very much, otherwise he would not have accepted him as his disciple and taught him carefully.
Therefore, he planned to do the papermaking in the name of three families, the Han family, the Mo family, and the Murong family.
Mo Ziyuan did not have the ancient idea of hiding everything, and said directly: "Ask the villagers to help. Our original purpose is to help the villagers earn more money."
"If they can make money, then we can make money." He added mischievously after saying this.
After saying this, Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan laughed. This is the truth, and they earn more!
Murong Qingyuan said: "I have no objection. Uncle and Wanwan will decide."
Han Shuxian expressed his concerns, "Each industry has its own secrets that are not shared with others. These secrets are the key to making money. If we publish them to the public and everyone knows about it and start our own business, how much money will we make?"
Mo Ziyuan immediately denied Han Shuxian's statement: "From the dignitaries to the common people, there are people in every house who know how to make clothes, but the clothes in the ready-made clothing stores still sell well."
"Every household has rice, but the rice and oil business in the grain and oil shop is still very good."
"Even if we tell you how to make roast duck and luncheon meat, not everyone can do it as well as we do. This is just like Uncle Xie opening a bookstore before. He opened a bookstore, and others also opened it, but others His bookstore always had better business than his, but later he changed his approach to selling books, and his business suddenly improved and even surpassed others."
Han Shuxian carefully understood Mo Ziwan's words, and smiled for the last time, laughing that a person in his late thirties was not as free and easy as a child, not to mention that the papermaking method was so easy, so he became free and easy, "Okay, let's invite the villagers Come here, we will provide money to build a workshop and teach you how to make paper. Not only that, in the future, part of the money earned by the workshop will be used to share dividends with everyone, so that everyone can work together and treat the workshop as their own business!"
The method of making paper has been disclosed to the public, otherwise it would make everyone stick together and prevent everyone from being cheating.
"My godfather, this is a good idea. I will draft the agreement, and my godfather will make the final revisions!" The agreement is the best constraint. Just like now, when everyone is bound by the agreement, working in the workshop will not be random.
"good."
There are two agreements in the papermaking workshop. One is for workers who come to work in the workshop. Whether they are villagers in the village or people recruited from other places, they must sign an employment agreement. This is simple, just take the current luncheon meat factory agreement and use it.
Another agreement was signed with Nanwan Village. On the way out of Han's house, Mo Ziyuan was thinking about how to sign this agreement to better restrain everyone. She had no idea until she got home.
After she got home, she stopped thinking about it and was not in a hurry at this moment. What's more important is to tell my grandparents this good news, "Grandpa, grandma, our family is going to have another business soon."
"What kind of business? What other ways have you come up with to make money?" After asking, Mo Tingyu said earnestly: "Wanwan! Our family has enough money, and the workshop needs to pay a lot every month. money, and the bookstore also has a lot of money, and there are also
Medicinal materials, our family has so many ways to make money, so don’t mess around. If you have the leisure, just read more books or sleep more. "
After hearing this, Mo Ziyuan smiled and said, "Grandpa, you are the first person who thinks that money is enough!"
Song Nanzhi reached out and tapped Mo Ziyuan on the head, "Nothing big or small!"
Murong Qingyuan spoke up for Mo Ziwan: "Grandpa, grandma, and sister Wanwan are not just doing it to make money for the family, this time it is for our village. She wants the people in the village to have more income, and uncle also agreed."
"Your uncle also knows?" Mo Tingyu asked.
"I know." Murong Qingyuan nodded.
"He agreed? What kind of business?"
"Speak for yourself." Murong Qingyuan looked at Mo Ziwan and asked her to speak for herself.
"Uncle Xie's bookstore uses a lot of paper every day, so I thought it would be great if we had paper and could sell it to Uncle Xie." Mo Ziwan explained.
"Where are we going to find so much paper to sell to you, Uncle Xie?" As soon as Mo Tingyu heard that she wanted to sell paper, he immediately worried about where to find the paper.
"No need to look for it, we'll do it ourselves."
"Do it yourself? How to do it?" No wonder Mo Tingyu didn't know. If the Mo family's life had not been better, and now there is no shortage of paper in the house, people who would not be willing to spend more on food and clothing in less than a year, paper How could their family have the spare money to buy this kind of thing that only rich families can afford? If Han Shuxian hadn't given Mo Ziwan some paper for books, they might not have been able to see a piece of paper all year round, let alone make paper. , something that I would never think about in my lifetime.
"Brother Qingyuan has found someone who can make paper, that is, Uncle Huang Rui. He will teach us how to make paper. Once everyone has learned how, we can start making paper and selling it for money." Mo Ziwan explained again.
"Why do they know how to make paper?" Mo Tingyu is from a farmer's family, he is short-sighted, and he doesn't know Huang Rui well enough. He only knows that his family is an Orion, and he doesn't know anything else, so he thinks that Huang Rui earns his living through hard work just like himself. Not much knowledge.
Mo Tingyu's question was such that people didn't know how to answer it. Murong Qingyuan took over, "When I was chatting with Uncle Huang Rui, I found out that he had worked in a paper mill before and knew how to make paper. He had promised his uncle Come teach us how to make paper.”
Once he heard that Han Shuxian knew about this, Mo Tingyu stopped worrying, "Then you should listen to your uncle more in the future."
After finishing his instructions, Murong Qingyuan turned to Mo Ziwan and said, "With your godfather to worry about, you won't have to worry about it anymore."
"Okay, I will listen to grandpa. From now on, I will do whatever my godfather asks me to do."
After hearing this, both Mo Tingyu and Mo Tingyu didn't believe it, "If you were really obedient, you wouldn't think of this again. That's why your godfather spoils you and depends on you for everything."
Song Nanzhi also said angrily: "No, I think about it one by one. I don't know why you have so many messy thoughts in your mind."
Mo Ziwan blinked and said mischievously: "Mother and father."
Song Nanzhi smiled and said, "Yes, your parents gave us a smart and well-behaved granddaughter." But in his heart, he said: Your parents are not lucky. It would be an advantage for our Mo family to give up such a good baby.
In the next few days, Mo Ziyuan started to think about the agreement after giving lessons to the children. Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan were not idle either. They first asked Huang Ruilai to explain the detailed process of papermaking to the Han family.
Huang Rui dictated, Murong Qingyuan took notes, and Han Shuxian listened.
After the recording was completed, Han Shuxian reviewed it again and checked what Murong Qingyuan had recorded with what Xie Wenhua said. He gave Huang Rui a hundred taels of silver in advance and promised to give the rest to him after the paper was made. Give him a hundred taels.
When Mo Ziwan showed Han Shuxian the agreement he had thought of, Han Shuxian also showed Mo Ziwan the recorded papermaking technique.
The content of the agreement is also simple, and the benefits will be distributed to everyone. Based on each company's performance in the workshop, a bonus will be distributed to everyone at the end of the year. There are penalties for sharing bonuses. If anyone violates the rules of the workshop, he or she may be fined, or at worst, not only will there be no dividends to be divided, but he will also be expelled from the workshop.
The main purpose of the clause is just to restrain everyone and tell everyone that everyone will be prosperous and everyone will suffer losses. I hope everyone can work together to run the workshop better.
Han Shuxian looked at the agreement, and Mo Ziyuan also looked at the papermaking methods. The records were very complete, including the papermaking methods of bamboo, thatch, and wheat straw, as well as the methods of papermaking from trees such as green sandalwood and paper mulberry.
The description is very complete. It seems that I have been to the paper mill frequently before, otherwise I would not be able to explain such a complete method of paper making.
After looking at it, he pointed at the way the bamboo was cooked and asked, "Godfather, why do you need to soak the bamboo in lime water for half a year?"
Han Shuxian also asked this question, so after Mo Ziyuan asked, he replied without hesitation: "Lime can make bamboo rot. Only after it rots can it be easily mashed, and only after mashed can it be turned into pulp."
If you wait for the lime to rot the bamboo, you have to wait half a year, which is not in line with your own ideas, so Mo Ziyuan suggested, "Why not chop the bamboo into pieces or mince it first? Then you don't have to wait half a year."
Soaking in lime water for half a year is just to allow bamboo fiber to be extracted after the bamboo rots. The bamboo fibers are then mashed into pieces to make bamboo pulp. Finally, the bamboo pulp is poured into the paper fishing pond, and finally the paper is fished out.
If this happens for a long time, if the mashing is not fine enough, the paper will be very rough. To improve the quality of the paper and reduce the time, it must be improved.
This statement stumped Han Shuxian again. It sounded reasonable, but he also thought of the problem. Bamboo is not pork. He could hire someone to chop it into mince.
Han Shuxian thought about it, and Murong Qingyuan also thought about this question, "How to chop bamboo that is so hard?"
This is not difficult. When raising this question, Mo Ziyuan thought of it. The family was building a house and a lot of wood was used. These wood cannot be used just by cutting down a tree. They also need to be processed, including thickness and length. No, one tool is indispensable, which is a saw.
The saw is mainly used to cut wood, but every time the wood is cut, there will be a pile of fine wood chips on the ground, which can be directly used to make pulp.
Let’s start with bamboo, or back to bamboo, “Can’t a saw cut bamboo into fine pieces? It’s finer than chopping meat.”
Well!
As soon as these words came out, Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan didn't know how to answer them.
Han Shuxian thought with his head full of black threads: This seems to make sense.
