Starting from the Western Han Dynasty

Chapter 11 The first person in the world to write on paper
After Huo Qubing ordered his troops, he saw Cuihua walking out of Li Huan's tent with her head lowered and full of discomfort.

This appearance of discomfort when walking caught everyone's attention.

The Huotou soldiers who like to fight with Cuihua on weekdays are rarely in awe of Cuihua.

He didn't even dare to let Cuihua do the more important work, but let her sit on a big chair to rest on the side.

Things like chairs have been around since Li Huan personally guided the craftsman to make three large wooden chairs.

Various fancy chairs were born from the hands of other carpenters.

They very much hope that they can be valued by this upstart of the Han Empire and stay with them.

However, Li Huan was completely unaware of this "hidden rule".

Huo Qubing knew, but he didn't know that Li Huan didn't know...

"I heard from my aunt that stewing pig's trotters into soup is a great supplement. Let the people from the Huotou Army stew Cuihua to make up for it."

Huo Qubing is very warm.

"Yes! General!"

The soldiers immediately took the order and left.

Huo Qubing said to himself: "No wonder, when we went to buy someone that day, we were walking on the street before we reached Jiaofangsi.

Brother Huan asked me if these people were selling it.

He fell in love with Cuihua at that moment! "

"Brother Huan is hiding quite deeply!"

Watching the sun rise, Li Huan still did not come out of the military tent.

Huo Qubing sighed again: "It's pretty wild!"

He no longer waited for Li Huan, led a hundred troops, plunged into the jungle, and started hunting.

Li Huan just woke up from hunger at noon.

He opened his eyes drowsily, suddenly thought of something, and took a deep breath of the alluring aroma in the tent.

Li Huan suddenly sat up.

When he saw his bed, he immediately realized what happened last night.

"Master, you are awake. My maid will help you wash up!"

The first rain and dew.

Cuihua already has a bit of a woman's charm, and has lost the youthfulness of a girl.

Until the warm towel gently touched and rubbed his cheek.

Li Huan seemed to have come back to his senses.

But everything was as usual for Cuihua, even her gestures were far more intimate than before, as if she had regarded Li Huan as her own relative...

"Master, hurry up and eat, you must be tired..."

Li Huan drank the corn minced meat porridge in a dull manner. Apparently someone was worried that he was tired and wanted to give himself a good supplement?
Looking at Cuihua walking away happily, Li Huan sighed silently: What evil have I done!
Even Huo Qubing, who came back from hunting, looked at him with a smile, but there was a lewd emotion in that smile.

"Is the flat bamboo curtain I had someone make ready?"

Li Huan tried to work, because work can make people forget their depression.

Cuihua, I will be responsible for you, Li Huan couldn't say it.

This is a hierarchical world. The maid belongs to the master. What's wrong with sleeping?
To be honest, people in this era still have the habit of giving concubines to each other!
Li Huan thought like this, and couldn't help but despise himself in his heart. He could never become that kind of person.

Huo Qubing smiled evilly and took out a flat bamboo curtain.

The cauldron is full of cooled bamboo membranes.

Li Huan was in severe pain all over, so he had to instruct Huo Qubing to do it.

Huo Qubing finally showed a serious look on his face at this moment, and began to filter the cooled liquid in the pot with coarse cloth with large gaps.

These liquids can already be called pulp.

Throw the filtered residue into the pot and continue cooking.

The liquid containing the paper mold was diluted and put into a large bucket prepared in advance.

Huo Qubing held the bamboo curtain, like a child holding a dustpan to catch fish by the river, and began to scoop out the pulp that had been cooked in the pot.

This process is difficult. When picking up the pulp, you need to shake your hands constantly.

Thanks to the amazing strength of Huo Qubing's arms, he was able to break several flat bamboo curtains. Only then, with the help of Li Huan's words, did he master the technique of grabbing paper molds and shaking the bamboo curtains.A piece of translucent yellowish, wet paper that was still dripping was peeled off from the silk cloth of the bamboo curtain by Li Huanru holding the treasure, and then carefully placed on the smooth jade-like stone slab on the side.

Then repeat.

The official craftsmen also began to imitate Huo Qubing.

Li Huan kept directing the craftsmen in the paper mill, feeling like he was instantly transformed into a team leader on the assembly line.

Watching the wet paper molds being carefully peeled off one after another, and then stacked flat, the height continued to increase.

Li Huan finally sat down.

This paper!

Become!

Paper molds that have been superimposed to a certain height need to be pressed with wooden boards, and heavy stones are placed on top to squeeze out the water completely.

This reminded Li Huan of the process of making tofu, which has similar steps.

Watching Huo Qubing who was sweating profusely, constantly shaking the bamboo curtain, and scooping up pulp from the bucket.

Li Huan thought that let him eat his own tofu... No, there is nothing wrong with making braised tofu by yourself and treating the future military god of the Han Dynasty!
With the heavy pressure of the stone, the small flow of water on the paper film turned into a trickle. In the end, there were no more water drops falling.

By this time, it was already dinner time.

Li Huan was never the kind of person to lift up his pants and not recognize people, so he had no choice but to go back to the tent and eat the meal Cuihua carefully prepared for him.

Cuihua watched Li Huan gulp down his meal from the side. Whether it was her eyes, her slightly mature face, or the subtle smile at the corner of her mouth, she looked like a virtuous wife.

This also made Li Huan feel more and more like he was really nothing...

"You eat too." Li Huan didn't know whether he felt ashamed, or really fell in love with this docile Cuihua who was as gentle as air and could be manipulated by others.

Seeing that Cuihua was about to speak, Li Huan said again: "Don't eat with your servants in the future."

He tried to sound like a wealthy landlord...

The effect is obvious.

The glory on Cuihua's face instantly glowed.

Li Huan felt a little glaring with the confident light shining on his face and flowing in the texture of his skin...

The production of paper has reached the final process.

Huo Qubing was still shaking his thick and burly arms crazily, which made Li Huan subconsciously think of the words "Qilin Arms".

Too raw.

After shaking all day long, Huo Qubing's hands were not sore.

Some things just come naturally.

The production of paper has also reached the final process - baking.

The paper film that has been pressed dry is still moist, but it is placed on the bamboo strips spread out beside the clay sculpture stove for a while.

Sheets of dried high-quality paper immediately appeared in front of Li Huan.

Huo Qubing held a piece of dry, slightly yellowish white paper in his hand, took a deep breath, and felt that it had nothing to do with food.

Li Huan's eyes were bright. As a scholar, no one knows better than him how important paper is to culture!
Bamboo slips and books will completely withdraw from the world stage.

People in the past said that they were rich in knowledge, but all of them were bamboo slips.

Once the words are written on paper, those who can learn to make a lot of money are the real talents!

Li Huan remembered clearly that the most primitive paper had already appeared in the Han Dynasty, but it was too rough and could not be used as widely as in later generations.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Lun improved papermaking and was conferred the title of Marquis by the emperor.

So now, wouldn't he be able to grab a title and work for it, and then wait to die in the Western Han Dynasty?
Thinking of this, Li Huan shouted happily:
"Cuihua! Serve the sauerkraut...ah no, bring in the pen and ink!

Today I am very interested in poetry, so I want to write a poem on this white paper! "

In a moment, Li Huan already had a pen in his hand. He knew very well that the papermaking technology would be presented to Emperor Liu Che immediately.

Then I will definitely not be able to escape the title of Marquis, but whether the Marquis is stable or not will probably depend on my next poem!

"Then what exactly do you write?"

After thinking about it, thousands of years of top poetry suddenly came to mind. Li Huan calmed down and his eyes suddenly lit up!
"Yes! It has to be it!"

(End of this chapter)