Not only is it chopped finer than minced meat, let alone beaten. Feeling reasonable, Han Shuxian finally decided to try using the wood chips that the Mo family had now to see if he could make paper.
However, before the test, Han Shuxian asked Huang Rui to be invited. Although they thought it was reasonable, it was still just talk on paper. Only when people who have done it think it is reasonable would it be truly reasonable. And what to do, Huang Rui had to come. Do it, otherwise the papermaking process has changed, and I will definitely not be able to do it now.
After Huang Ruilai heard Han Shuxian's idea, he naturally couldn't tell whether it would work or not. Just like Han Shuxian thought, it made sense.
Since everyone thinks it makes sense, let's try it first. It won't be a waste anyway, it's just a pile of useless sawdust.
Mo Tingyu also didn't expect that the useless wood chips sawn at home could be of great use now. After Han Shuxian asked him to collect the wood chips, the useless things suddenly turned into treasures in his eyes. .
Not only did he collect the wood chips sawed that day, but he also put the wood chips that had been swept into a pile in one place into densely woven bamboo baskets.
With sawdust, beating is no longer needed, and the next step is pulping. After Mo Ziyuan's frequent inquiries, which were actually prompts, Huang Rui decided to pour the sawdust into the pot and add water to boil it.
Steaming is essential to remove lignin and other non-fibrous components from the wood chips.
As for the cooking time, Huang Ruilai still decides. Huang Rui made the decision based on his previous memory and directly booked it for one day and one night.
When cooking, it was still the same as before. The filtered plant ash water was first added to the pot. After the plant ash water was put into the pot, sawdust was added. Then Song Nanzhi boiled the water and started boiling.
Wash while cooking, wash twice, clean the impurities in the wood chips, as well as the cooked lignin and non-cellulose, then add water and cook again. This cooking lasts all night until the original fine-grained wood chips are reduced. Boiled into a whitish wood pulp.
After the wood pulp is cooked, the viscous juice cooked with the mountain pepper leaves is added. With the addition of the mountain pepper juice, the slurry becomes thicker, and the white wood pulp is evenly suspended in the viscous liquid. of juice, so that the salvaged pulp will be more uniform.
The bamboo curtain used to salvage pulp was dictated by Huang Rui and compiled by Mo Tingyu.
Looking at the pulp water in the basin in front of him, Huang Rui was so excited. This was too fast. It used to take half a year to make, but now it only took two days. It was so fast that he regretted it. So quickly rejected Han Shuxian to help him manage the workshop.
It looks like it's done, but we still have to fish it out to know exactly how it is. The bamboo curtain entered the basin, and after Huang Rui shook it back and forth, he took it out flatly. .
It's such a thin layer that you can't tell without looking carefully, but even Han Shuxian, Mo Ziyuan and others saw that the bamboo curtain had been covered with a layer, and they didn't know if it was successful. Only Huang Rui could tell. , so Han Shuxian and others only glanced at the bamboo curtain and then turned to Huang Rui.
"How's it going? Is it done?" Mo Tingyu asked first.
Huang Rui didn't dare to say death at once and said: "It looks like it's done!" As he spoke, he poured the wet paper he took out on the prepared wooden board. After pouring it into the wooden board, he said, "It's done!" Already!"
If it can be poured onto the wooden board intact, it means that the paper has been formed.
Didn’t this come too easily and too quickly?
It's so fast that it's unbelievable that they made the paper just like this.
Even Mo Ziyuan couldn't believe that papermaking was realized so quickly!
"Catch a few more sheets and dry them over a fire later to see how the quality of the paper is?" Mo Ziyuan said after being surprised.
"Quality is the key!" Once you are successful, you should start to pay attention to quality.
"Okay." Huang Rui responded and stretched the bamboo curtain into the wooden basin filled with paper pulp water.
It was just to verify whether sawdust could be directly made into paper, so I didn't do it in large quantities. Although there was still paper pulp left, Huang Rui did not continue to salvage more than a dozen pieces after salvaging them, but just took them and put them away. The wooden board on the side was pressed against the salvaged paper. Not only that, but as the wooden board was pressed up, his hands also pressed on the wooden board.
In the end, both hands supported his entire body.
There were only a dozen thin pieces of paper, but with his pressure, all the water on the paper was immediately squeezed out.
While Huang Rui was pressing the paper, Yu Silian had already brought the charcoal fire basin and placed it in the middle of the room.
Huang Rui then took the paper that had pressed out the excess water and brought it to the charcoal fire to dry it. After baking it until it was half dry, he took it away, and then separated the papers that were pressed together one by one.
After separating them one by one, he gave one to everyone present, "Although the color is not white enough, it is more delicate than paper made by beating, and the time is faster."
When Huang Rui said it was done, everyone was already surprised, not to mention that the paper had such great advantages. This made Han Shuxian, who was just trying to deal with Mo Ziyuan at the beginning, as if he was dreaming, and made the paper like this. Already?
I remember when I made wax paper printing with Wan Wan, it took me several months to complete it. I didn’t expect that the paper was ready in one go!
Mo Ziyuan had known that it would be possible. Although she was surprised that she could succeed so quickly, she was mentally prepared. She was slightly excited and asked, "How can I make the paper whiter?"
Huang Rui couldn't hold back his excitement at all, but when he saw this question, he replied without thinking: "After boiling the slurry next time, add some stone and let it soak for a while."
Stone forging is lime, an alkaline substance that can bleach.
After listening to Huang Rui's bleaching method, Mo Ziwan no longer even had to think about the bleaching method.
Perfect solution, just waiting to start work and collect money.
However, it is still early for the papermaking workshop to be built, but this does not prevent them from testing a few more times in order to make better paper quality. During the repeated trials, Mo Ziyuan kept asking this and that. In short, as long as she was around, there was no question that could not be asked.
After being questioned for a few days, Huang Rui took advantage of Mo Ziwan's absence to complain to Han Shuxian, "Mr. Han, I realize now that it's really not easy for you to be a teacher. You have to teach me every day." There are so many students, and each one only asks one question, and has to answer dozens of questions every day. I have only been asked by Wanwan for a few days, and she almost made me think about it."
Finally, someone could understand his difficulty. Han Shuxian was in a good mood, "Other kids can't be like Wan Wan asking one question a day even if he asks hundreds of questions a day."
"If I had known this would happen, I would have paid more attention when I was in the workshop. It would be better than what Miss Wanwan asks now. I have to think about it for a long time. It would be great if I could think of it for a long time, but I can't say anything after thinking for a long time. , but I think what she said makes sense as someone she has never taught in the workshop."
The joy of making paper was not as good as the joy of listening to Huang Rui's complaints. Han Shuxian reached out and patted Huang Rui's shoulder hard, "Brother Huang, I understand everything you said." After understanding, he continued. : "Although I taught Wanwan, you know her thoughts and the questions she asked. Ordinary people would think about one thing and think three things wrong. I think she thinks four things wrong and five things wrong."
Huang Rui immediately agreed, "I understand, I understand." He understood so well.
If Mo Ziwan heard the two people talking, she would also feel that it was not easy for her to ask.
You can't ask directly. If you don't ask, the quality of the paper cannot be improved, and the paper produced will have no advantage, so you have to ask in different ways and prompt in different ways.
I worked really hard to make paper. It’s even harder than yours, okay?
The three of them felt that it was not easy for them, but even more difficult than them was Murong Qingyuan, who was about to face the first exam in his life.
Mo Ziyuan and Han Shuxian were able to find Huang Ruilai to tinker with papermaking after class, but Murong Qingyuan had to stay in the study quietly, reading and studying.
In the blink of an eye, it was March 16th, the day of the county examination.
County examinations are held within the county and are presided over by the county magistrate. For reference, although you don’t have to travel long distances to the county seat, taking five exams in a row, which takes two days, is still very energy-consuming.
There were three consecutive exams on the first day, one in the first half and two in the second half. The remaining two exams were taken the next day, one in the first half and one in the second half.
In the morning, all the Mo family members got up early, especially Song Nanzhi who got up before dawn. He didn't fall asleep all night last night.
After a vague sleep, I didn't sleep well. Even Mo Tingyu laughed at her and said, "I can see clearly that you are not as nervous or anxious as you are."
Song Nanzhi said: "He has never passed the exam before. Isn't this the first time I'm worried about him!"
"I hope he can pass the exam once every time." Mo Tingyu also sat up from the bedside after Song Nanzhi got up, but he didn't get out of bed. It was still dark, and there were her and Yu in the kitchen. That's enough for Lotus Lady.
"Qingyuan can read, so there will be no problem." Song Nanzhi had already gotten out of bed.
The second one to get up was Mrs. Du. When she got up, she looked at Song Nanzhi who was already busy in the kitchen and asked, "Auntie, why did you get up so early?"
Song Nanzhi laughed at himself for being hopeless, "As we get older, we can't sleep when something happens."
Du Shi replied: "I couldn't sleep either. I tossed and turned in the first half of the night and then fell asleep a little in the second half of the night."
After the two got up, Mo Tingyu, Boss Qiao, Qiao Yulian, then Murong Qingyuan, Mo Ziwan, and Mo Li also got up one after another.
"Good morning, brother Qingyuan!" After getting up, he saw Murong Qingyuan and gave him a smile.
After Mo Ziyuan greeted, Mo Li also greeted, "Brother Qingyuan, I dreamed that you took the exam last night and got first place."
Murong Qingyuan arched his eyebrows after hearing this, "This is really a dream, I'll work hard!"
Mo Ziyuan was afraid that he would be under pressure, "Brother Qingyuan, don't be nervous, don't be under pressure, just play to your level and you'll be fine."
Murong Qingyuan approached Mo Ziwan and placed his palms that were not generous enough on Mo Ziwan's head, "I'm not nervous or stressed!"
Mo Ziyuan was speechless and took off his hand, "Brother Qingyuan, who did you learn this bad habit of putting your hands on other people's heads?"
Murong Qingyuan chuckled, "Let me think about it, grandparents, uncles and aunts, as well as the village chief uncle, Uncle Xie, I can't finish it."
"I see. You are indeed not nervous. You are also someone who can do well in the college examination papers. Why should you be nervous during the county examination? It is just a small test of your skills." Mo Ziwan was speechless again.
