Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 91 Fan making first bone forging

Yi Shuyuan trotted all the way back to the county office, and then returned to the library while shaking the water stains on his clothes.

"Did you really not hear that cry from the sky just now?"

Hui Mian got out from Yi Shuyuan's collar and looked up at Yi Shuyuan suspiciously.

"What's the sound?"

"Like a cow mooing, moo."

While talking, Yi Shuyuan suddenly used ventriloquism to learn.

To be precise, Yi Shuyuan's present is no longer pure ventriloquism, not only the sound, but also the feeling of recalling and savoring just now, so that the sound has a special meaning.

Upon hearing this voice, Hui Mian's body felt as if an electric current passed through him, his hair stood on end, and he froze on Yi Shuyuan's chest, not daring to move.

"First, sir, is that you?"

"It should be quite similar, why are you so hairy?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Scared by you sir, don't scare me with the dragon's cry, I'm cowardly"

Dragon voice?

"A dragon with a voice like a cow?"

"Sir, don't make fun of me pretending to be the Jinglong King."

Yi Shuyuan rubbed the little mink's head, and its hair softened.

"I didn't mean to make fun of you, and you are quite courageous. Isn't it justifiable to ask for tea on Kuonan Mountain?"

"Hey Hey."

Hui Mian smiled awkwardly.

Yi Shuyuan stopped entering the library, turned around and looked around the sky carefully, feeling a little excited in his heart, it turns out that the sound of a dragon sounds like a cow?
In the mountains, we talked about how the sound of the dragon's chant shook the sky, so obviously the sound of the dragon's chant should be relatively high-pitched.

Now it seems that the general sound of a dragon's cry must be different from the sound of a dragon's chant, otherwise Yi Shuyuan would not be able to imagine that the sound of "moo moo" would shake the heavens.

So the rainbow light I saw just now might be a dragon?

Flood dragon or real dragon?True dragons are too rare, should they be flood dragons?

When can we see you up close?But I heard that the Dragon Clan has a bad temper.
Yi Shuyuan searched all over the sky for a long time, but he didn't see the shadow of the dragon, so he could only go back to the library.

As long as I keep practicing, I don't believe that I, Yi, will not be able to see the dragon in the future!
With this in mind, Yi Shuyuan closed the door and sat down in front of the desk, and Hui Mian also rushed out.

"Bamboo slips."

With Yi Shuyuan's words, Hui Mian pulled out a bamboo slip from his chest, which was exactly the one given by Yin Si.

With Hui Mian around, it was much easier for Yi Shuyuan to carry things during this time.

It's fine to put some things that can't be easily shown in ashes. This little guy is not big, and he is good at holding things, and he can hold a lot of things.

"You can read books on the sidelines, and you can also see the pictures of mountains, rivers and fairy furnaces."

"Oh!"

Hui Mian responded, but instead of looking for the books in the library, he climbed onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and followed his gaze to look at the unfolded bamboo slips.

Yi Shuyuan didn't say much, and followed his gaze to the content of the bamboo slips.

It can be said that the refinement of jade shock is the result of Yi Shu Yuanfu's soul.

The essence left by the giant tree in the sea watered by the sky thunder draws out the power of Yi Shuyuan's Jingzhe Heart Thunder.

It is the right time, place and people, and the fate of that moment.

To put it in a popular but inappropriate way, this is a bit of luck.

After all, when he was making Fuchi before, Yi Shuyuan didn't have high requirements for himself, he just wanted to be good-looking and usable, but he didn't expect to become a baby.

But now, if he wanted to refine folding fans, Yi Shuyuan asked for stability, because with Yujing, he no longer wanted to just make a solid folding fan.

The idea of ​​twins is not just talk!
So now Yi Shuyuan wants to comprehensively and systematically sort out the knowledge he can understand, and naturally he has to consult this bamboo slip that he hasn't read much.

Not to mention reading it through, at least you have to browse through it, maybe there are some refining things on it.
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It seems that it is because Yinsi has learned that Yi Shuyuan wants to be a storyteller who travels around the world, and will be interested in some special things.

In addition to practicing miscellaneous knowledge, the bamboo slips also recorded some unjust ghosts encountered by the ghosts and gods of the underworld, and some stories about grievances from the mortal world that continued to the underworld.

For Yi Shuyuan, this can be described as extremely rich and full, just like a novel.

But Yi Shuyuan didn't read these stories now, at most he glanced over them.

Even if it is just this, it is very time-consuming, because there are too many contents on the bamboo slips, and it is already evening before you know it.

"Ok?"

Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up, and he really found what he wanted.

Hui Mian, who had already fallen asleep on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, woke up when he heard the sound, and when he looked up, he found that his husband was still reading, so he couldn't help muttering something in his heart.

This broken bamboo slip doesn't record any magic tricks, it's just some hellish things, why do you like to read it so much, sir, it's so tiring to read
Yi Shuyuan didn't know what Hui Mian was thinking.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan actually saw the production method of yin artifacts such as judge pens. Although it was just a superficial talk, the part about refining and nurturing with the power of the divine way was written ambiguously, and it was only mentioned.

But Yi Shuyuan doesn't need a real judge's pen. This kind of magic weapon is closely related to the priesthood, and it is not very useful to understand it.

It is precisely the pure production process that Yi Shuyuan cares about, and he can't take his eyes off it.

"To make a fan, first forge the bone!"

Yi Shuyuan muttered, the truth is actually the same as that of the Judge's pen.

Seven points for charm, three points for shaping!

Yi Shuyuan put down the bamboo slips for the time being, and unfolded the folding fan he bought and put it aside.

Afterwards, Yi Shuyuan took out the Jade Shock, and put it on the corner of the table to calm distracting thoughts.

Finally, Yi Shuyuan took out the remaining half of the ebony and the carving knife.

Hui Mian on the shoulder was refreshed the moment Fuchi appeared, and was startled when he saw Yi Shuyuan take out half of the ebony and carving knife.

Come again?

Hui Mian subconsciously grasped Yi Shuyuan's clothes tightly, looking ready to fight.

Yi Shuyuan felt a slight movement on his shoulder, looked at Xiao Diao and smiled.

"What are you nervous about?"

"No way. If I blink my eyes this time, I'm not a good guy!"

Huimian loses the mink but does not lose the battle, it is still stubborn, it feels that it can't bear such a battle with Mr.

Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked at Wu Mu, not knowing what Hui Mian was fighting for.

It seems that because of the ruler, it is easier for Yi Shuyuan to concentrate on the tip of the knife this time.

As the vitality gathered, the knife in Yi Shuyuan's hand also fell on the remaining half of the ebony, and the sawdust fell little by little, and the wood grain appeared inch by inch.
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On April [-]th, the county government has a holiday.

Yi Shuyuan got up early in the morning amidst the sound of cock crowing, and before dawn, he had already put on his clothes and finished washing.

Today, with the people from Yuanjiang Zhifang, he will go to the mountains to cut bamboo and start the first step of papermaking. Yi Shuyuan is in a slight excitement.

Immortals sometimes start with the idea of ​​motivation.

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, starting from this step, the predestined relationship has begun, and he is refining a part of his magic weapon.

On the other side of the courtyard of Yuanjiang Zhifang, old man Chen was getting ready in front of an ox cart.

Originally, he didn't need to do this kind of basic process in person, but after all, Yi Shuyuan has a special status, and he would be a little worried if he didn't go, because Mr. Yi might think that Yuanjiang Zhifang had neglected him.

"Father, will Mr. Yi come, will he oversleep?"

A man beside the bullock cart put a bundle of hemp rope on the cart, looked at the street outside the alley, and asked.

Old man Chen glared at his youngest son.

"Even if he really overslept, we have to wait for him."

Yuanjiang Zhifang’s paper-making income is dominated by the government, and the Chen family can only account for a small amount. In principle, the paper workshop is originally an imperial property, and the Chen family just has the right to manage it.

"You, learn from your elder brother. As the saying goes, the county magistrate is an iron-clad official, and a civil servant with ability and status like Mr. Yi can get along well with him. Even if there are several new county magistrates in the future, we will There are also many people who can talk, understand?"

"Hey, I get it! You still think far and wide!"

"Hey!"

Old man Chen smiled and was about to say something, but soon found a figure walking quickly on the dimly lit street.

"See, Mr. Yi is very punctual, so we don't need to worry about it!"

After saying this, old man Chen greeted Yi Shuyuan with a smile.

"Mr. Yi came really early. Have you had breakfast yet? We have steamed stuffed buns. Let's have a quick snack together on the road later?"

"Then Yi will be impolite!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and cupped his hands. He knew that the Chen family was so polite because of his status, but he would repay them.

Yi Shuyuan helped Chen's father and son and two helpers tidy up their tools, and then the group set off with an ox cart.

The people in Zhifang were obviously already familiar with the road, and when a group of people drove the ox cart to the gate of the north side of the city, the gate opened at about this time.

Those who rushed in and out of the city were divided into left and right teams, and each entered or left the city in an orderly manner.

This is the first time Yi Shuyuan walked through the North City Gate, and it was also the first time he went to the northeast of Kuonan Mountain with the people of Yuanjiang Zhifang.

Yuezhou people's impression of the beautiful scenery of Kuonan Mountain is mostly in the southwestern mountains, where there are lofty mountains, various mountain flowers and rare grasses, and some scenery appears in the poems and songs of celebrities.

But in fact, the northeastern mountains of Kuonan Mountain also have a lot of scenery, and the most iconic one is the large bamboo forest.

The bullock cart headed north all the way after going out, and half an hour later, the bullock cart passed by outside a mountain village.

Along the mountain road on the north side of the village, people slowly went upwards. The people in front pulled the rope, and the people behind pushed the cart, and finally stopped on an open hill.

This hill is a relatively large and relatively gentle place, the hills on both sides are not high, and the hills on the east and west sides are even shorter than this hill.

And there are a few tile-roofed houses in one corner of the hill. Except for the area near the tile-roofed houses, the rest of the hill is almost a bare entire piece of exposed rock formation.

"Mr. Yi, this is the site of the first paper-making process of our Yuanjiang Paper Factory. This Zhipinggang is a treasure land bestowed by God on our paper factory. It is the best drying place in the entire Kuonan Mountain!"

Old man Chen's words were full of pride and emotion, but Yi Shuyuan saw piles of raw materials drying in many places on the surface of the rock formations on the hills.

"Sun here for several months, and be baptized by the light of the world, the sun and the moon, so that the raw materials can undergo transformation!"

As the old man Chen said, Yi Shuyuan nodded in awe. He could see some raw materials on the drying yard showing varying degrees of whitening.

"Father, are you here?"

A voice came from the tile-roofed house over there, and the eldest son of the Chen family and a helper heard the sound and came out from inside.

Old man Chen introduced with a smile.

"This is my eldest son, Chen Yeping. Yeping, this Mr. Yi, is the Mr. Yi who helped the wronged souls get justice with Mr. Lin!"

The middle-aged man suddenly showed a look of surprise, wiped his hands on his body, and then quickly approached a few steps and bowed his hands in salute.

"Mr. Yi, I have heard of your name a long time ago. Don't worry, sir, we will do our best to help you with your affairs. Look at this Kuo Nan mangosteen, how aura it is!"

The aura mentioned is naturally not the kind that practitioners understand.

But after Yi Shuyuan returned the gift, he looked at the bamboo forests on the mountain in the direction of Chen Yeping, and the bamboo waves were brought up by the wind, which also felt very aura.
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