No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Wulang, do I still need to go tomorrow?" Jiang said in a low voice after seeing him finish reading.

Now, Jiang thought, this is really a family. During the day, the mother-in-law and sister-in-law really studied each link, and at night, the husband tried them one by one. How can others live like this?
But, are you focusing on the wrong place? The Queen Mother, the Little Princess, and the Fifth Young Master of the Sun Family, none of them paid attention to the Sun Family's business. However, what the Sun Family's business was, she actually didn't know, and didn't want to know. Now she only cared about whether she could pass the test when she handed it over to her mother-in-law tomorrow.
"Don't want to go?" Sun Lang looked back at his wife. He didn't think his wife had to go now. Because he already knew that his mother's focus was on printing, and the papermaking workshop was just a side job. So, it really didn't matter whether his wife went or not. She was mainly there to accompany her, and his mother probably didn't expect her to come up with any good ideas.

"No, no, I just think that I can't help with papermaking, and I feel guilty." Jiang didn't dare to say that she didn't want to go. The main thing was that she didn't want to go, but she felt a little inferior to such a mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Now Jiang looked at the current rubbings and felt that they were indeed a little worse. It was just that when paper was put together, the excellence depended on the praise of peers. Before, it was put together with Cai Hou paper. Of course, the paper made by the mother-in-law was better, but now that it was dried, the disadvantages of this paper were revealed.

"That's why Cai Hou Paper is a great improvement. Even now, what my mother does does not go beyond its scope." Sun Lang had no idea what his wife was talking about. He thought she was just saying that she couldn't help, so he gently shook the paper in his hand again and sighed.

"Then what? Do you think my mother-in-law will be disappointed?" Jiang knew what he meant. He was comforting herself. Although her mother-in-law did a good job, it was still the way of Marquis Cai, so she didn't need to feel inferior. But could she say that she also managed a paper mill in her mother's family? Did she feel like she was faking it? Forget it, at least he comforted herself. She decided to forgive him. Is the focus on herself? The focus is on her mother-in-law!
"Then, there will always be a mountain in front of people that cannot be crossed." Sun Lang said confidently.

This is what my mother said to him before. He felt that being in school was almost the same as being in the clan. He didn't really learn a skill. He was just entangled in worldly affairs and couldn't move. Then the old lady said this.

However, the old lady later said that doing mundane things also has different values. If you do it for the family, no one will say "good". Now, he is not the fifth master of the Sun family, but Sun Lang who is working outside. No one knows that he is the fifth master of the Sun family, so he is doing it for himself. Even if he can't get over the mountain by himself, every step is taken for himself.

This is also why Sun Lang, despite being extremely tired every day, still rushes to work early every morning, because the values ​​are different.

"How can I tell my mother-in-law about this?" Jiang felt like hitting someone, so she went to tell her mother-in-law, "It's okay. If others can't get over the mountain, you can't get over it either." She thought her mother-in-law would let this man divorce her.

"Maybe not." Sun Lang thought about it seriously and shook his head helplessly. When his mother heard it, she would think he was being sarcastic. With her temper, don't provoke her. If she really gets angry, she will beat herself to death. He seemed to be unable to harm his wife, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, is there any ink for printing? If the paper is not good, then change the ink. If the ink is not so moist, add some oil or something, maybe it will not be so dry and hard after drying! Do you want to talk to your mother and change the ink?"

"Yes, you are smart. Tomorrow..." Jiang's eyes lit up. She felt that her husband was indeed smarter. He wanted to ask someone to grind ink with oil and then make rubbings. Then she thought that they had no paper. She felt a little regretful, but immediately, "Tomorrow I will go back to the general's mansion and tell the old lady that the workshop is closed. The pulp workshop needs to change some places, and let the technicians go back to think about what else needs to be done to solve the problem of brittleness of the paper."

"Well, there's no rush anyway. You can send these rubbings of paper to mother tomorrow and tell her not to worry. It's been hundreds of years since paper was invented. We are not geniuses. It's not worth it if we get sick from anger." Sun Lang smiled and comforted his wife. He asked someone to collect the rubbings and went back to his own courtyard to rest. Jiang thought, forget it, she should just pretend she didn't hear what he said. This was like a mountain that couldn't be crossed. If she really said it, her mother-in-law would have to divorce her.

She watched the man roll up the rubbing and put it into the leather tube for maps, and then went back happily. She had no idea of ​​the turmoil in her husband's heart. She fell asleep thinking about the joy of being able to complete the task tomorrow.

In the Sun Mansion, Ou Mengmeng was still thinking about what aspects could be optimized. After thinking about it, it seemed that the only option was paper medicine.

Generally speaking, the success of paper making depends on the paper medicine, and there are many kinds of paper medicine, some use medicinal leaves, some use cactus juice, and some are young branches of kiwi trees.

The function of paper medicine is to stick together and separate. It seems a bit contradictory, but it is not. Sticking means that when paper medicine is put into the paper pool, it will form a sticky adsorption effect between the paper fibers. When the paper is scooped out with a paper curtain and placed aside, the paper will not stick together. This is the function of the paper medicine.

The bamboo paper that Ou Mengmeng made at that time was actually just the tip of the iceberg. People in the industry would not tell her the secrets of the industry. Besides, the later technology and hard work, who knows if it is a traditional formula. The problem is that people say that the real white is the fluorescent agent used, and the old paper is yellow.

So at this time, when asked what Ou Mengmeng wanted, Ou Mengmeng could only say, "I want something that can be printed, as long as it can be printed and doesn't fall apart." She would be considered successful. The problem is that now, they can't achieve this level.

So, is the problem with the paper medicine or the process? For example, in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature", there is no mention of adding paper medicine. She understands this, and it should be considered an industry secret. When she took the children to the folk village to try to make paper by themselves, there was paper medicine in the pool water, which played a role in preventing insects and residence, and also had a certain adhesive effect.

However, they only said it was a paper medicine, but didn't tell me the formula. Was she really like the UP host, who made juice out of some unknown leaves? The main thing is that she really didn't remember which leaves they were. She couldn't go to the mountains to find leaves and try them one by one, right?
The paper medicine they used actually had a mature formula. Ou Mengmeng did not change it because she did not understand it and it would be better to let these experienced people prepare it.

Could it be that I should tell her now that laziness cannot be stolen, and if she wants to make it her own, she must start from the beginning step by step? (End of this chapter)