Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

It was night, with everyone's concerted efforts, they finally made the first bucket of paper pulp. Everyone, including Mu Zili, still didn't understand what they were doing.

Before the night's rest, Mu Zili couldn't help asking her what kind of supernatural powers this paper-making technique had, but it seemed like a dream but pretending to be mysterious, she smiled without saying a word, and only asked him to wait for another two days.

Early the next morning, Simeng asked Gongbo Longhai to infiltrate the pulp boiled last night to make slurry, and then scooped up the pulp with bamboo sticks, letting the pulp interweave into thin sheets of wet paper on the bamboo sticks.

Seeing the wet paper being made and the sunlight just right, she was in a good mood. Originally, the most difficult part of making paper in the ancient way was to extract the raw materials. If one was not careful with the cooking temperature, it would have to be repeated. Fortunately, everything went well yesterday, and the wet paper can be made today.

Only one step away from success, she raised her sleeves to cover the sun, and said to Gongbo Longhai: "My good apprentice, dry these wet papers one by one. Be gentle and don't be impatient."

According to her wishes, Gongbo Longhai was drying the wet paper, but Mu Zili hid under the tree, staring at the sky in a daze.

Another night passed, the wind was sunny and the weather was very good.

Wearing a purple dress like a dream, like a butterfly fluttering, when she hurried to the backyard, Mu Zili and Gongbo Longhai had already arrived one step ahead of her.

Even the servants who had been busy with them for several days were already waiting in the backyard.

In the backyard, the milky white paper exudes the fragrance of bamboo in the breeze.

Everyone looked at her without squinting, just waiting for her to tell them what kind of magical thing it was.

Like a dream, her purple eyes flowed, and she walked to the bamboo raft, looking at the dried paper, which was evenly knit and glowed slightly white in the sun. She picked up one and covered it on the face, and the faint bamboo fragrance refreshed the heart.

"You're done! Thank you for your cooperation!" Simeng lifted the white paper covering her face and looked at everyone in the yard with a smile.

Everyone suppressed their curiosity, Gongbo Longhai finally couldn't help asking: "Master, is this the art of making paper?"

He stared at the paper in her hand, really unable to see the mystery in it.

Like Meng raised his hand and gave him a heavy hammer on his shoulder, saying: "Haha! Stupid boy! This is paper! It can be used for writing and drawing! It is like bamboo slips, but it is a hundred times lighter than bamboo slips, and less expensive than silk. The money is convenient. Shi Hai, hurry up and get some ink for your young master, and you will know the beauty of this paper once you try it!"

A young man standing in the crowd went straight to the study with a silly smile.

Under the sun, everyone surrounded the city, and there was a table in the center, and the newly made paper was placed on the table. Shi Hai rubbed the ink, while distractedly watching what his young master was writing quickly on the paper.

After a while, Gongbo Longhai slowly put down the pen in his hand, stared blankly at the words on the paper for a moment, and then with a deep smile on his lips, he walked out from behind the desk, walked up to Simeng, and bowed deeply, Said: "Master's ability to manage the world, disciples will be taught!"

Seeing him leaving the desk, everyone rushed forward and leaned closer, seeing the word "Kyushu" appearing vividly on the milky white paper on the desk, and they all expressed their amazement.

Mu Zili, who was standing beside Simeng, also took a look at it calmly, admiring secretly in his heart.

Facing the compliments from everyone, it seems like a dream is really guilty. Although this technique is not popular at the moment, it is already a world-famous ancient invention in the world I live in.

In her heart, she secretly expressed her highest respect and apology to Cai Lun and the predecessors who improved the papermaking technology.

After everyone dispersed, she left Gongbo Longhai alone, and told the papermaking process one by one in detail.

"Do you remember everything?"

"What the master said about the frustration, pounding, copying, and drying, I will keep in mind one by one, and I will never forget it." Gong Bo Longhai knew what this technique meant to the people of Kyushu. The admiral will write down everything that Ximeng said, so as not to miss anything.

Simeng read the notes he took, nodded, and said: "Actually, the material for making paper is not limited to bamboo. Bark, hemp, and even waste such as fishing can be used as raw materials. It's just steamed. The heat is very important. You need to keep in mind that slow work leads to meticulous work! Although the process seems simple, it all requires patience. If there is a slight error, it is difficult to make pulp, and without pulp, there will be no good paper.”

"Disciple understands!" Gongbo Longhai bowed his hands again, bowed his head again and wrote down.

He seemed to dream that he was very serious, and he was very happy in his heart. He went to the table and said with a smile: "Okay, just write it down. If it can be mass-produced in the future, let alone the richest man in Yunguo, your uncle's family is also the richest man in Kyushu." Not far away."

"Money is just a thing outside of the body, Long Hai doesn't care about it. Long Hai will not disgrace his teacher's order, and try his best to carry forward the papermaking technology in Kyushu and benefit all people." Gongbo Long Hai is upright by nature. Since he worshiped Simeng as his teacher, he put his master first in everything, and even used most of the family's money behind his father's back for the restoration of Simaluo City.

Right now, Mengxiang granted him the papermaking technology, originally wanting to make up for the losses his family suffered some time ago, but he didn't expect that he had no intention of making money with it.

Thinking of this, Xiangmeng's face turned red and she looked a little embarrassed. Her apprentice was really very enlightened, and she, as a master, sighed that she was not as good.

Gongbo Longhai learned papermaking by himself, and practiced it in the backyard every day, and gradually neglected his practice. Seeing that he was devoted to papermaking, Mu Zili didn't want to bother him anymore.

Poor Simeng originally wanted to teach him how to make paper, so that he could make a deck of playing cards to relieve boredom in Fighting the Landlord, but he didn't expect him to be deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.

Every time a new paper is made, he is as happy as a child, running to show it in front of her, and after getting her praise, it is even more difficult to hide his joy.

In the afternoon of this day, Simeng was really idle and panicked, and found Mu Zili's room, wanting him to accompany her to go shopping on the street.

It can be seen that the door of his room was wide open, but no one was in the room, so he had to leave angrily.

Walking forward aimlessly, she arrived at the backyard. She could smell the burnt smell in the air, and she couldn't help stretching her neck and poking forward.

I saw that the spacious backyard was filled with smog, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could vaguely hear the sigh of her precious disciple, "Shi Hai, hurry up, go get more firewood, and water, how much more?" Get some water. Master said, the heat is the most important thing! This failure must be due to the heat being too late.”

Hearing this, she also sighed, cursing inwardly, this stupid apprentice stays here every day and hasn't been out of the house for a long time, no, he must be let go of those paper pulp today.

Thinking of covering her mouth, nose and raising her legs, she rushed into the smoke, and unfortunately bumped into Shi Hai who was coming towards him. Although he was a mortal, he was a seven-foot man after all. Jin Xing, holding his forehead for a long time, finally regained his composure.

The smoke was too heavy, Shi Hai didn't see who it was at all, he only heard him muttering while coughing, "Who? You don't have eyes when you walk?"