Qin Hu

Chapter 98 Don't stay up too late, you'll grow old fast!
There are regulations in the Yujia camp, each has its own pits, and the orientation must not be confused.

So the big camp here, even if it is no longer the big camp at the foot of Mount Tai, Zhao Zihu is familiar with finding Ganluo.

In the same way, the three grandparents and grandchildren of the Li family who rushed to the craftsman camp to find Xiangxiang were naturally familiar with the same way. Even the corner where the grandparents and grandchildren tried to make paper was still in that corner.

When Zhao Zihu led the crowd to arrive, Xiangliyue was beating pulp with a short bamboo stick, probably wanting to test whether hemp pulp soaked for an extra day could make better paper.

The yarn frame has been improved, and the deep bucket yarn frame can be placed directly in the water without the help of others to hold it.

As for Lao Xiangli and Fat Qing'er, each holding a deep bucket gauze frame, they were standing by the campfire, baking the pulped paper.

There are three kinds of water for soaking pulp and washing pulp, and the trial-manufactured paper will naturally be trial-manufactured with three kinds, so that we can distinguish which is better and which is worse.

Seeing him coming, Xiangliyue stopped beating his oars and bowed his hands in salute, saying: "You are so slack about what your Majesty told you. If you don't come again, I will go to find you."

The grandparents and grandchildren have been busy for a while, and Zhao Zihu is somewhat late.

Zhao Zihu put Fang Tian's painted halberd on his shoulders on the ground, and explained: "Prime Minister Gan will not change after repeated admonitions, and he will not let the soldiers in the battalion repair the damaged armor, so he will take care of my private affairs first..."

"Look at Fang Tian's painted halberd, it has already been made and sent to me... I hate that iron can't be made into steel, so I reprimanded him, so I wasted some time!"

Xiangliyue suddenly nodded, but believed his lies.

However, the old man who was baking the paper next to him said disrespectfully, "My lord, this Fangtian painted halberd was made last night."

"Young Master Gan was afraid that Young Master would misunderstand, so he didn't send it to Young Master, saying that he would keep it for a few days."

"Young Master, I'm afraid he went to Gan Shaofu's tent and asked for it himself?"

Zhao Zihu blinked Danfeng's eyes, and firmly denied it: "Father misunderstood me, this Fangtian painted halberd was given to me by Prime Minister Gan himself..."

"Well, why did Dafather use the campfire to dry the paper again?"

"This is actually wrong. It is difficult to precisely control the degree of dryness and humidity of flame-dried paper. If it is too dry, the paper will inevitably become brittle and brittle."

"The best way is to hang it in the sun to let the paper dry naturally!"

This topic turned blunt enough.

But it also managed to divert the topic.

The old minister nodded and said, "Young Master's words are reasonable."

As he said that, he took the deep bucket gauze frame and withdrew from the campfire, and said to Fat Qing'er: "Don't bake it, put it aside, let it dry naturally, and put it on the car when we leave tomorrow. Let it dry."

Fat Qing'er nodded in agreement, and withdrew from the campfire, together with Old Xiangli, put the deep bucket gauze frame upright in an open place, let it dry and didn't care about it.

At this time, Xiangliyue also finished beating the pulp, put the short bamboo stick aside, and gently lifted the gauze frame, so that the hemp pulp was evenly wrapped on the gauze at the bottom of the frame.

After the moisture is controlled and dried, it is taken to the side of two vertical deep bucket yarn frames, and it is leaned against and placed obliquely.

If the undried hemp pulp is placed directly on the yarn frame, it will inevitably slide down and accumulate together. It is best to place it at an angle of 45 degrees, but Zhao Zihu does not need to point it out.

"Young master, do you have any other advice?"

The old man took a sip of tea and asked Zhao Zihu while resting.

As soon as Zhao Zihu came, he pointed out the mistakes, and he naturally wanted to find some more clever ways to avoid the mistakes from Zhao Zihu.

"temporarily unavailable……"

Zhao Zihu really doesn't know much about the ancient papermaking technique, and he really doesn't have much advice to give. Perhaps he can only give advice if he sees the error with his own eyes and feels that it is wrong like just now.

"By the way, it is not necessary to use hemp pulp to make paper."

Zhao Zihu thought about the paper made from various raw materials in future generations, so he changed his words: "Father may try other raw materials to make pulp, and make some other papers other than hemp."

"For example, mulberry bark, green sandalwood bark, mountain rattan bark, and even straw, straw...etc."

Saying that, he pointed at Fang Tian's painting halberd, and Xiang Liyue put the short bamboo stick beside the washing water: "Including bamboo, it should also be able to make paper, and it should be trial-produced, so that we can see which is better. , who is more suitable to popularize and promote the world!"

Xiangliyue picked up the short bamboo stick and looked it over carefully.

After a long while, he seemed to realize something, and touched the cross-section of the two ends of the bamboo stick.

Because the bamboo sticks were soaked in water during beating, the stubble on both ends of the sticks has been soaked and soft. Although it is still prickly to the touch, the bamboo fibers can be felt one by one.

Plants with their own fibers, like hemp husk, are very suitable for papermaking!

Xiangliyue probably understood the truth of this, her beautiful eyes lit up and said: "Yes, yes, it should be trial-produced!"

"Before making hemp pulp, I was still thinking that if hemp paper becomes popular in the future, the imperial court will inevitably collect hemp skins wantonly, and the hemp used to make clothes may be unsustainable, accidentally hurting the common people in Guizhou... and even more so. body……"

"But now it seems that I'm thinking too much. There are too many plants and trees in this world that can be made into paper. Just try to make it slowly. There is always something better and more applicable than hemp paper."

"It's like this bamboo, which is everywhere in the mountains and rivers. When one grows, it will grow in the next year. Its momentum is full, and it can't be cut down."

"If it can be used to make suitable paper, it will be extremely cheap!"

When she said this, Lao Xiangli and Fat Qing'er suddenly realized, and clapped their hands in praise: "Shan, it is indeed necessary to try to make various kinds of paper... I think hemp paper is brittle, and maybe the paper made by mixing various plants and trees can More suitable for writing..."

This inference has come out.

Zhao Zihu smacked his lips, put Fang Tian's painted halberd on his shoulder again and said: "It seems that I don't have much use for me, so I'll go back to sleep first, and I have to practice martial arts tomorrow morning, don't sleep well But no spirit."

Satisfied, the grandparents and grandchildren waved their hands to see off the guest like chasing flies away, telling him to leave immediately.

They are still busy tonight, collecting raw materials and making several kinds of pulp!

Seeing their impatience, Zhao Zihu couldn't help but said to Xiangliyue: "Don't stay up too late, you will grow old quickly and become a yellow-faced woman..."

Xiangliyue stared at her beautiful eyes, and reached out to touch the horsewhip around her waist: "Huh?!"

Zhao Zihu shut up immediately, ran away like a girl, and slipped out of the martial law circle of the Mohist swordsmen. After jumping on the red rabbit horse, he continued: "If you become a yellow-faced woman, I won't call you Sister Yue, I will call you Sister Yue." Mother Moon~!"

After all, he rode his horse and swung his whip to escape.

Xiangli Yue gasped heavily, gritted her silver teeth and scolded: "Shameless naughty boy, do you think you can escape? Tomorrow morning, let's see how I treat you!"

The age difference between her and Zhao Zihu is too big, so she really cares about it.

Zhao Zihu's teasing her like this really made her careful.

It's hard not to break the defense!
Old Xiangli was smiling beside him, but he also said quietly: "Although this coward is messing around, what he said is right, and I don't want you to be too tired."

"If a person often stays up late and overdraws his body's energy, he will indeed age quickly, just like His Majesty."

"There is also Qing'er, who is just at the age of growing up. It's fine to be tired during the day, but it's really not suitable to work hard at night."

"You aunts and nephews, go and rest early, there are old people here!"

Xiangli Yuexin wanted to make a suitable paper as soon as possible, so there is no reason to rest, and there is no reason for the old man to be busy: "Father, we will help you collect all the raw materials, and then you will not rest..."

The old man put on a straight face, waved his hands and said: "Come on, call Qing'er's parents and help the old man."

Xiangliyue didn't dare to disobey, so she had to agree with Qing'er, and left the craftsman's camp angrily.

"Aunt Yue, I heard that the wives in His Majesty's harem have a secret method for beautifying their skin. Tomorrow, you can ask that naughty tiger for advice. Ask him if he knows, and you can use the secret method you have obtained."

Fat Qing'er gave Xiangliyue an idea while walking.

Xiangliyue was still thinking about making paper, and she was taken aback when she heard the words, before she realized that the eldest niece wanted to take care of herself more, so as to win over the lust of that shameless naughty boy.

She had a thought in her heart, after all, it is human nature to love beauty, even if Zhao Zihu was left aside, she didn't want to become a yellow-faced woman too early, and even more wanted to be beautiful all the time.

"As soon as he said it tonight, I was anxious to ask for advice on the art of maintaining beauty. Could it be to satisfy his lust? How embarrassing!"

Xiang Liyue rarely showed a tweaking attitude.

Fat Qing'er has a delicate heart, and instantly understood her mind, so she pouted helplessly: "Okay, I'll go and ask him for advice, but if he has more delicious food, aunt, don't forget me."

Xiangliyue petted her chubby face: "Auntie has something good to do, when did I forget you..."

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At the same time, in the imperial tent.

It was rare for Ying Zheng to go to bed early, but perhaps it was a habit he had already developed, and it was difficult for him to fall asleep while lying on the couch.

A servant suggested to invite his accompanying wife to sing and dance for him, but he snorted coldly, so frightened that he couldn't hold his breath.

At Yingzheng's age, and his energy was too exhausted, he had already wet his shoes with the wind, and he didn't need a bicycle until he made up for his deficit.

Inviting tigers and wolves is not enjoyment, it is suffering, and it can make him cry overnight!

"By the way, did Zhao Tuo send the memorial today?"

Ying Zheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and asked the servant on duty at night.

The servant nodded and replied: "I sent someone to bring it earlier, does your majesty want to watch it?"

He also knew that Zhao Tuo's memorandum was not a major state affairs, but a small report on Zhao Zihu, which was a pastime.

Ying Zheng sat up and half sat down, leaning on the jade pillow: "Bring it here."

"only."

The inner servant responded with a bow, and hurried out of the inner room, went to the table in the outer room, found Zhao Tuo's memorial, sent it to Ying Zheng, and lit a few more oil lamps.

Ying Zheng unfolded the bamboo slips, but first saw a few pieces of cloth, a picture of the coast, a picture of a flying scissor ship, and a picture of a sextant.

It's just that Zhao Tuo's coastal map is very abstract, and Ying Zheng didn't understand it at first glance. The sextant pattern, Ying Zheng didn't understand what it was. He was only attracted by the pattern of the flying scissors. Praise Said: "This ship is strange~!"

ps: Ask for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!

　It's not that I don't want to write, I understand it with disabled hands, and it's not full-time.I already ordered a small boutique for [-] yuan, and writing more earns more money, who doesn't want to write more.well!

　　
　
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