Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 89

Strictly speaking, the paper mill in the county is only a part, and the other part is at the foot of Kuonan Mountain, where there is also a courtyard workshop for the initial rough processing of raw materials.

The old man said as he walked, it can be said that the introduction was extremely detailed.

"This papermaking, generally speaking, starts from cutting bamboo and floating ponds, boiling over fire, smashing mortar and mortar, covering curtains and pressing paper, and finally drying through fire.
And there are dozens of processes in the subdivision, so that the paper on the desk of literati can be made! "

Speaking of this, the two of them had already stopped in front of some large table boards, where a man was cutting paper with a large curved paper knife.

"At this step, the cutting is completed, and it will be the Qingyuan paper of my Yuezhou. Although the name is not as good as that of Fengzhou Xuan paper, the quality is definitely not inferior!"

The old man's words were full of pride, and Yi Shuyuan seemed to have gone through a spiritual and visual journey. Even with the experience of his previous life, he couldn't help feeling infinitely emotional at this moment.

"The wisdom of the sages is vast and profound!"

After he and Yi Shuyuan roughly introduced all the procedures, the old man picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Yi Shuyuan.

"Look, sir, this Qingyuan paper is delicate and tough, and the paper is clean. It is the treasure of a good study!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, stroking the paper in his hand.

Qingyuan Paper is not the only paper made by Qingyuan Paper Workshop in Yuezhou City. The papermaking method of the entire Yuezhou City can be regarded as the same line, but Qingyuan Paper Workshop has the most authentic name.

But today's so-called white paper does not have the kind of industrial bleaching that Yi Shuyuan used to see in his previous life.

Even the rice paper is not so pale. This Qingyuan paper also has many processes, and it is still slightly bluish-yellow.

"Sir, if you want to try making paper, after a while, you can go to the pulp pond over there and try to get pulp. Old man, I will help you dry the paper myself!"

Old man Chen thought that Yi Shuyuan just wanted to experience it, and wanted a sense of accomplishment from making a few pieces of paper by himself.

After thinking about it carefully, I can gradually understand it. After all, literati sometimes like this feeling.

When Yi Shuyuan heard this, he looked towards the pulp pool a little far away.

Someone is bending over to make paper pulp with a bamboo curtain. This should be the last few steps of papermaking. He thinks that old man Chen should experience him as a game.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan put down the paper in his hand and replied seriously.

"Chen Uncle, you misunderstood, Yi said it before, and he didn't come here for the sake of being arty.

Papermaking is not just for fun. Yi wants to start from cutting bamboo and rattan, and participate in the whole process of making, until he completes a piece of real paper in my hands, which can be considered complete! "

"what?"

Old man Chen thought Yi Shuyuan was joking, but when he saw the serious expression on the other side's face, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Mr. Yi, as I have just said in detail, it takes a lot of time to complete the dozens of procedures. Just soaking the bamboo will take several months."

"Hey? Uncle Chen said it yourself just now, and you are willing to help with all your strength. Yi took it seriously!"

The old man looked strange.

"That's right, Mr. Keyi, this paper is very patient to make."

Old man Chen was thinking of a scholar like Yi Shuyuan. He was afraid that he would find papermaking boring in the middle of the process, and he might even forget about it during the few months of processing raw materials.

But if people want to try it, they can try it. Old man Chen didn't want to offend Yi Shuyuan, so he had no choice but to speak.

"Since Mr. Yi really wants to try it, I won't stop the old man. I will help you with all my strength. Even if Mr. Yi is interrupted midway, our paper workshop will definitely help Mr. finish the rest of the process!"

This sounded good, Yi Shuyuan smiled, and bowed his hands to old man Chen.

"That's great, thank you Yi Shuyuan in advance! By the way, when shall we start?"

"Uh, why don't Mr. Yi follow me into the mountain to fetch bamboo when the county government next takes a rest?"

The next time he rests, Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly. He has exceeded his work schedule now, and even today he still has time.

"Okay, I'll be there early in the morning."

Having already talked about this matter, old man Chen didn't get entangled anymore, and after nodding, he began to give detailed instructions.

"Mr. Yi can come earlier, we will leave the city as soon as the city gate opens, and go to the bamboo forest in Kuo Nan Mountain. There are many things to do that day."

Yi Shuyuan nodded again and again, and roughly knew what preparations he needed to make that day.——
In the end, Yi Shuyuan left Yuanjiang Zhifang satisfied.

The street outside the alley outside Zhifang is the street leading to the Temple of the City God, and it is also one of the most prosperous streets in Yuanjiang County.

After Yi Shuyuan came out, he bought a few small knives and carving knives on the side of the street, and after sweeping his eyes, he saw the wonton stall from last time.

I only ate one steamed bun here last time, but I want to try your wonton to see how delicious it is.

"Let's go, let's eat!"

"squeak"

Hui Mian responded, and Yi Shuyuan walked over.

It is a busy time for the wonton stall, and the tables are almost full of people.

Yi Shuyuan spotted an empty seat, and hurried over to sit down. The two men who were eating wontons at the same table had just checked out and stood up.

Yi Shuyuan yelled at the busy stall owner over there.

"Shop, two bowls of wontons and two steamed stuffed buns, one meat and one vegetarian!"

"Okay, sir, wait a moment—"

The shopkeeper only looked at Yi Shuyuan's direction and yelled, and continued to work with the cart.

"Shop, remember to add a few more grains of salt to my wonton soup, the soup is light~"

Yi Shuyuan shouted again jokingly.

The stall owner just replied "Okay, okay", obviously he had completely forgotten about Yi Shuyuan.

Hey, boring!
Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt bored and couldn't remember me!

Not long after, the stall owner came over with a tray. He first put down the wonton bowls for the people next to the table, and then came to Yi Shuyuan.

"Hey guest officer, you put more salt in your wontons and steamed buns, if you still don't like it, you can call me again, you take it easy!"

"Uh good!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he hurried to get busy, and this meeting had the best business during the day.

Yi Shuyuan watched him busy there, the rising smoke occasionally obscured his appearance, but he could see the joy in his busyness.

The corner of Yi Shuyuan's mouth couldn't help showing an arc, hey, yes, he took the wooden spoon on the table, blew open the shallot on the wonton noodle soup with his mouth, and took a sip of the soup first.

"Well, tsk! This time the taste is right!"

Yi Shuyuan scooped up a wonton with soup with a spoon, blew it a few times, and breathed it into his mouth, only to feel the salty and fresh taste blooming in his mouth.

"good to eat!"

It seemed that after hearing this praise, and seemed to be a little free, the stall owner over there walked in the direction of Yi Shuyuan.

"Isn't it delicious? To tell you the truth, this craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation, and there is no second one in Yuanjiang County!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded and smiled.

"Really good!"

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan scooped up another wonton with soup, and this time delivered it to his neck.

Under the cover-up, if other people pay attention to this side, they will think that Yi Shuyuan is eating Chaos, but they don't know that there is a little mink lying on his collar and eating happily.

"good to eat!"

As soon as the voice came out, the shopkeeper over there responded with a smile.

"Ancestral craftsmanship!"

But after finishing speaking, the shopkeeper turned his head to look at Yi Shuyuan with some doubts, was this gentleman talking just now?

Why does the sound seem to be wrong, is it wrong?
As if nothing had happened, Yi Shuyuan picked up the bun and took a bite. Well, the taste is much worse than that of Tongxinlou. It seems that the only excellent craftsmanship handed down from his ancestors is wonton.

Yi Shuyuan didn't have the habit of savoring in a slow manner like ordinary scholars, and he still ate happily when he encountered delicious food.

While eating, Yi Shuyuan turned his eyes and saw a little far away from the diagonal corner of the street. Someone was carrying a load and put it down there.

"Selling fans, the best folding fans, tuanfans, and palmetto fans—"

It's him again!It seems that they are all habitual places to set up stalls.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, but today he really needs to buy a fan, because he wants to study the structure of the folding fan in detail, and it is also convenient for him to make a satisfactory fan by himself.

I have seen too many Fuchi, and as long as it is square, it is almost the same, but the fan is not good.

So Yi Shuyuan finished eating the wonton in a hurry, put the bun in his hand into his mouth in two bites, chewed for a while, and then swallowed the wonton soup.

"The store checks out."

"Come here, come here, the guest officer is eight coins in total."

"it is good."

In response, Yi Shuyuan took out a Wutong Bao and three small coins from his purse, and then got up and left amid the sound of "walking slowly" from the store.

And the remaining bun was stuffed by Yi Shuyuan into Huimiana.

Vendors selling fans are still yelling, because the weather has indeed begun to heat up, so there are quite a few people who come to the booth to ask and see, but they only see more and buy less.

Yi Shuyuan walked up to him and picked up a folding fan with blue and yellow ribs.

"Brother, how do you sell this fan?"

The vendor hurriedly asked a woman at the stall to watch it for herself, and then she took a few steps closer to Yi Shuyuan and boasted.

"Hey, this young master is really discerning. This fan is made of strong bamboo and rice paper. There are famous calligraphy and paintings on it. It's very rare! Uh, I think the guest officer seems to be a bit kind."

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Last time, there was a person who looked at a lot of fans and finally thought that the weather was still cold, so he didn't buy them."

The vendor opened his mouth slightly and nodded, smiling slightly awkwardly.

"Oh I remembered it"

"No, the weather is right, I'm here to buy fans, how much is this one?

The solid bamboo is bamboo bone, not a precious material, and the calligraphy and paintings on this paper are just eye-catching, how about a real price? "

Seeing that Yi Shuyuan really wanted to buy it, the stall owner's expression turned happy again.

"At first glance, the guest officer is a person who understands fans, and I will tell you the real price, a buy-it-yourself price, ninety coins!"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded the fan in his hand, the material is still tough, he thought for a while and said.

"45 words."

Yi Shuyuan, who was waiting to bargain with the stall owner for a while, saw the stall owner smiling and said, "Deal!"

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids twitched, damn it!It's all expensive!
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PS: Today's chapter 8 has been updated.

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