I was a farmer in ancient times

When Ding Wuye saw Ding Rui's appearance, he was secretly happy: Boy, did you gain insight?

It can be said that this is a small processing factory, and the processed things are very common in the 21st century --- paper.

Ding Rui suddenly remembered that he had been ignoring a problem: he had seen it in Gao's study before.The paper of the book was yellow and rough, but at that time he was only thinking about how to travel back, but he didn't think about it carefully.

Later, when I went to Taoli Academy, the paper in the academy was also yellowed, which was worse than that in Gao's study.Thinking about it now, the papermaking technology at this time has been widely used, but the quality of the paper only stays at the level of roughness and yellowing.

In the 21st century, there are all kinds of paper you want, and there are no less than a hundred kinds of toilet paper in supermarkets alone.But the current papermaking technology is very backward.

"How about it?"

Ding Wuye's proud voice interrupted Ding Rui's thinking.

Ding Rui didn't answer, he walked up to observe carefully.This small yard is independent and is dedicated to making paper.And his understanding of papermaking only stays in history textbooks.

"Five masters!"

"Five masters!"

"Five masters!"

. . . . . .

Seeing them coming, many people greeted Ding Wuye, and after the greeting, they went about their own business and stopped talking to Ding Wuye, let alone Ding Rui, who didn't even say hello.Some people may not have seen Ding Rui at all.

"Five masters!"

When Ding Rui and Ding Wuye came to a big 'steamer', a sweaty middle-aged man ran over.

This 'steamer' is ten feet high.Without thinking about it, Ding Rui knew that it must be an important step in papermaking.

"Lao Cai, this is Master Rui!" Facing Lao Cai and Fifth Master Ding, he no longer had the expression of laughing with Ding Rui just now, and the whole person seemed to be a different person, with a serious face.

"Hello, Master Rui!"

Ding Rui looked at the person: a white cotton jacket was completely soaked, sweat dripped down his cheeks, his face was full of anticipation.

"How's it going?"

"Just another quarter of an hour!" Lao Cai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ding Rui walked around the west courtyard.

The entire west courtyard is divided into two cross courtyards, north and south.The north courtyard is all used to make paper, and the south courtyard does not know what it is for. The whole courtyard is very quiet.But lights were on in almost every room.Although Ding Rui didn't know what he was doing, it definitely made the ancients 'thrilling'.

It was almost Haishi, and the courtyard was full of lanterns.Inside each lantern are two-finger-thick candles, and the lanterns form a circle around the small courtyard, illuminating the courtyard as brightly as during the day.

Ding Rui still remembers Xiaoju said that candles are very precious now, and Gao's family only lights them during the holidays, but Danding's mansion is so "wasteful", which shows the emphasis on papermaking.

"It's almost ready, it's almost ready!" Lao Cai looked at any speck of sand in the hourglass, wishing he could dig it out with his hands, and even his voice trembled.

At this time, everyone in the small courtyard stopped what they were doing and looked at the items in Lao Cai's hands.

Lao Cai held a wooden grid about three feet long and two feet wide with his hands, and the grid was covered with cotton cloth.Lao Cai's hands trembled slightly, and the cotton cloth also 'shaked' with his hands to ripple.

Lao Cai put the wooden lattice in front of Ding Wuye, and suddenly lost the courage to uncover the cotton cloth.It has been more than two years, and it has failed every time. I don’t know if I can succeed this time?

"Lao Cai, let's drive!" Ding Wuye's voice was firm, but Ding Rui could still hear the unconcealable nervousness.

"Take it easy~"

"Slow down~"

"Slow~"

. . . . . .

At the beginning, everyone was talking in a hurry, but then everyone held their breath, for fear of disturbing Lao Cai.

Lao Cai gently placed the wooden grid on the stone table beside him, and wiped his hands heavily on his clothes a few times, trying to wipe the sweat off his palms.Then the cotton cloth was uncovered to reveal a light yellow layer of paper.

Ding Rui looked at it, and the quality of the paper is now much better than the ones on the market.Most of the paper on the market is mainly yellowish or brown.Yellowed paper is much more advanced.

It is said that it is yellowing, but it is almost the same as yellow, like dry weeds in winter.But now this piece of paper is [-]% white and [-]% yellow.

Lao Cai wiped his sweat again, gently scraped a corner of the wooden grid with his fingers, and then scraped it down bit by bit.

Ding Rui finally understood that this is the last process of papermaking: peel off the finished paper from the grid.Ding Rui thought, what is there to be nervous about?

At this time, Lao Cai has already taken off one-tenth of it.

Ding Wuye stood up excitedly.

Finally, Lao Cai took off all the papers, looked at Ding Wuye and said excitedly:

"Fifth Master, we succeeded!"

Everyone cheered, and even Ding Rui felt the atmosphere of joy.

Ding Wuye stepped forward, took the paper from Lao Cai's hand, and laughed happily:

"Hahaha~haha~ his grandma's, finally..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the paper split from one side, and the lower half fell to the ground with a 'crash~' and it fell apart.

Ding Rui looked at Ding Wuye's expression of joy and sorrow, and wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to.There are no less than 40 people here, and everyone is as sad as a dead child. If he laughed at this time, it would be strange if he didn't get beaten to death.

The shadow of failure once again enveloped everyone. Under the night, the people who were still full of enthusiasm just now were like eggplants beaten by frost, all of them were pickled.

"What are you all doing with a mournful face? I'm not dead, so I'm going to go back to sleep when I'm done. I'll have a two-day rest tomorrow, and I'll start work the day after tomorrow."

Ding Wuye roared, and everyone dispersed.The lights in the courtyard were all but four.But the oppressive atmosphere could not go away for a long time.

Lao Cai picked up the paper on the ground and burst into tears.

"Fifth Master, I'm sorry!" No one can understand how much sadness is contained in those four words.

Ding Wuye patted Lao Cai on the shoulder and said:

"It's okay, go back to the house!"

Ding Rui took the paper from Ding Wuye's hand, and with his hands, it turned into pieces of foam.