Three Kingdoms New Malaysia Super League

Chapter 151 Improved Paper

Good things don't necessarily come in pairs. Sometimes, when you are not prepared, there will be a few more things for you. That is the so-called surprise.

Just when Ma Chao hadn't considered how to reward the old farmer who invented the tea-frying technique, Han Feng jumped in front of Ma Chao with a smile and said loudly, "Young master, it's done, it's done!"

"What kind of system is it! Han Feng, you are also the chief manager of the Ma family now, with hundreds of thousands of craftsmen and children under your command, how can you convince your subordinates if you are so rash and reckless?" Ma Chao pretended to shout loudly. Now, Ma Chao's eyes were already filled with the color of money, so how could he really reprimand Han Feng.

How could Han Feng, who had been with Ma Chao for so long, not understand Ma Chao's temper?However, he was still happy, adjusted his appearance and scratched his head, and said, "Young master, do you remember that you asked the research and development institute to improve the method of papermaking two months ago? The subordinates just got the news that the research and development institute finally put a better Paper was made."

"Paper?" Ma Chao was really stunned this time. People say that paper-made glass is filled with gunpowder, and timetravelers never leave their hands.Glass and gunpowder are secondary. The most inconvenient thing for Ma Chao in the past six months is still that there is no paper to use. When going to the toilet, he has to scrape it with bamboo blades, and then he has to take a bath immediately: no wonder the ancients bathed so often much.

It is not entirely true to say that Ma Chao has no paper to use.At this time, there was already rough hemp paper, which was the kind of paper that Cai Yan used to ask Ma Chao to leave a copybook last time.But this kind of hemp paper is actually a fibrous sheet formed by the remnants of silk floss, which cannot withstand pulling at all.Not only that, this kind of hemp paper is extremely expensive to make, and it has never been really popular even among the aristocratic class of the Han Dynasty. If Ma Chao uses this to wipe his butt, then Meng Da must have the intention of killing Ma Chao.

For the sake of my own ass, but also for the progress of this writing culture.Of course, the first reason is a necessary condition, and the latter is only a sufficient condition.Ma Chao ordered the craftsmen of the Armory R&D Institute to improve the papermaking process.

At this time, the arsenal was no longer the Lockheed Martin arms monopoly company, but also undertook various inventions and creations.However, because the papermaking process is too cumbersome, Ma Chao thought that it would take a year and a half to make paper with better quality and cheaper cost even if the research and development institute put all its efforts into research. .

Thinking of this, Ma Chao was not in a hurry, and said to Han Feng: "It's a good job if it's done, but I haven't eaten your young master until now. No matter what earth-shattering things are, wait for me to eat this meal." Say it again."

After Ma Chao finished speaking, he led the army and walked leisurely towards the canteen of the farm. Han Feng hurriedly followed behind him, and asked hesitantly, "Young master, are you not in a hurry?"

"What am I in a hurry for?" Ma Chao smiled, "It's my luck to know that I will lose my life. As long as you really make it, even if I go a little later, the paper won't grow wings and fly by itself."

Han Feng thought about it for a second, that's not the reason, it seems that the young master is the young master, Han Feng didn't say anything more, and followed Ma Chao silently.

But what he didn't expect to kill him was that Ma Chao thought at this time: Anyway, your young master, I don't go to the toilet at this time. It's a hot day, so rushing to the arsenal to get toilet paper, what a shame...

However, after eating, Ma Chao didn't think so.He had a vague premonition: in the next hour or two, it would be the moment for his butt to witness a miracle!
After entering the arsenal, those craftsmen were already familiar with Ma Chao.The humble kowtow never happened again.However, the enthusiasm and respect along the way is more.Seeing Ma Chao coming, but he was eager to say hello, just working hard.Ma Chao couldn't help being secretly proud of these changes.

After arriving at the papermaking workshop, Ma Chao took a rough look along the way, and the production process of washing, cooking, rinsing and other raw materials had already taken the shape of an assembly line, so he couldn't help but nodded again.

Entering the main room, Ma Chao saw Zheng Hun, who was sweating profusely, at first sight. Zheng Hun's appearance was much more handsome than these craftsmen, and his gestures were quite elegant on weekdays, but at this time, he had no image at all. Get rid of a hard-working worker who has been exploited.

Han Feng, who walked in behind Ma Chao, seemed to be afraid that it would not be lively enough, and shouted: "The young master is here."

After the sound rang out, everyone in the room fixed their eyes on Ma Chao. Ma Chao had long been used to the attention of the public, and said with a faint smile, "Han Feng said that the improved paper has been finished, so I'll come and have a look. You can just do your own thing.”

Zheng Hun immediately came over to greet Ma Chao, and then ordered another worker to go to the back to fetch paper, and at the same time brought a chair for Ma Chao himself, wiped it clean, and then asked Ma Chao to sit down.Then he began to report the improved technology and process to Ma Chao, and Ma Chao also pretended to listen with great interest, he couldn't discourage the inventor and dispel his enthusiasm, could he?

Not long after, the little worker who fetched the paper returned to the house. Zheng Hun took the sample from him, and held the paper in both hands respectfully and handed it to Ma Chao.

Ma Chao took the small sheet of paper, and his hand, which had been used to heavy bamboo slips for more than half a year, couldn't adapt to the lightness for a while.Holding the paper left and right, he stretched out the thumb and middle finger of his right hand and pulled out a Mosuo back and forth. He only clearly felt that it was much thinner than bamboo sheets, and it was almost no different from modern paper.

However, the paper showed a faint yellow color in the sunlight, not as white as snow, and some tiny fibers could be seen hanging on it from time to time.Of course, these are also unavoidable, even the paper produced in large quantities by paper mills now has such defects.

What matters is how flexible the paper is.Ma Chao tore it slightly, but the paper was not affected at all, it was already very strong.After finally feeling relieved, Ma Chao laughed heartily and said, "Bring a pen."

Han Feng knew Ma Chao best, so how could he not know Ma Chao's habits?Skillfully handed out a brush, Ma Chao took the brush, and expressed his appreciation for Han Feng's discerning behavior, then dipped it in the ink that had been mixed, feeling agitated, took out a piece of paper and laid it flat on the table , lightly rolled up the long sleeves with the left hand, shook the wrist slightly with the right hand, and frowned slightly: Hey, let’s copy it... We really don’t have the feelings of a literati, it’s not that if you want to write poetry when you’re excited, you’ll have something in your stomach right away...

Among the girls who came in with Ma Chao, Han Ying and Yun'er were not very interested in Ma Chao's writing, and they still looked at each other with provocative eyes from time to time, full of combat effectiveness.And Cai Yan was in the middle to reconcile, so there was no catastrophe.However, seeing that Ma Chao was about to write again at this time, Cai Yan's eyes lit up, and he no longer cared about the two of them.

Ma Chao wrote a poem on paper with his pen like a dragon and a snake: I don’t feel sorry for myself when I lie in a lonely village, but I still think about defending Luntai for the country.Lying in the middle of the night and listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse and Glacier fell into a dream.

At the beginning, he was still a little unaccustomed to it, but then the writing became smoother and smoother, and he felt that when he exerted force on his wrist, it was like flowing water.Until the end, Ma Chao looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar piece of frontier poems, and his heart suddenly calmed down: The end of the Han Dynasty was an era like a blank paper, and I, Ma Chao, was a painter with a beautiful heart. Smear it on my face as I wish!

Ma Chao's thoughts were flying, and he felt that his mind had never been clearer than this moment.

After calming down, he said to Zheng Hun: "This paper can already pass the test, but the ink smudges a little faster, which is not beautiful. Your task now is to try various methods to make better paper in the future, even if the quantity is small. It doesn't matter, as long as there are three or five finished products, understand?"

Zheng Hun vaguely knew the meaning of mass production of paper, but it was far less thorough than Ma Chao's. Seeing Ma Chao's serious expression, his heart trembled, and Qi immediately claimed it was true.

'Well, if it can be mass-produced, no one will make irresponsible remarks if it is used by the Sa family to wipe their ass in the future, right? 'Well, the final reason is that the ass is to blame!

While Ma Chao was thinking about his happy life in the future, Cai Yan saw that Ma Chao was about to leave, and said, "Brother Chao, can you give this poem to Yan'er?"

"If Yan'er likes it, just take it." Ma Chao didn't care, and waved his hand.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his left and right waist.Looking around, Han Ying and Yun'er both looked vigilant, and both of them pinched the soft flesh of Ma Chao's waist with their soft hands.

Sure enough, the two girls were jealous, and the three of them were fighting flames!

(End of this chapter)