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Chapter 149
Song Xiufang took a look at the paper, and watched the papermaking process again, and she already knew this ancient papermaking method in her heart.

"I don't have any suggestions. If you need my help, just tell me." She really has nothing to suggest. The papermaking process she knows is all high-tech and automatic integration. As for the proportioning, chemicals are also added. Don't talk about automatic integration at this time, there is no electricity, and it is useless to talk about it. As for chemical preparations, they can't be obtained at this time, and she thinks that such a primitive method is actually quite environmentally friendly. The village was polluted by chemical sewage.

Wen Xiange was not too disappointed when he heard the words, nodded and said: "We need to make paper-made bamboo curtains. You have seen the process. That kind of bamboo curtain needs to be spun from bamboo slowly, which is very time-consuming. We found Tian Grandpa, but he is old and mentally weak, he can't smoke a few bamboo threads a day, and others can't learn this skill in a while, so I just want to ask you if there is any good way."

After hearing Wen Xiange's words, Song Xiufang didn't know if it was her own illusion, why did she feel that the person in front of her seemed to know that she had a particularly strong mental power, so she said this to her.

"Since there are people who know it, find someone to learn from it. Someone will learn it. What can I do?" Song Xiufang stared at Wen Xiange and said.

Wen Xiange knew that although what she said was euphemistic, it did seem to have ulterior motives in the ears of caring people.

But she couldn't help it. Looking at the heroine with probing eyes, Wen Xiange tried to keep calm and replied: "Isn't this we are experimenting and we need bamboo curtains urgently? Everyone can't afford to wait. If the experiment is successful, we will wait until later." There is still time for mass production, so there is no rush, and people can learn slowly."

"Then I don't have anything to do. You'd better find a few more people to learn from Grandpa Tian. There are some things that won't help you no matter how anxious you are." She didn't want to expose her mental strength to the public.

Although Wen Xiange was disappointed when she heard this, she didn't force it. Everyone has their own secrets. Thinking about it differently, maybe she wouldn't take the initiative to ask for help.

"That's fine, keep running, I won't bother you anymore." Wen Xiange took back the paper and nodded, intending to go back.

Looking at Wen Xiange who turned around, Song Xiufang frowned and looked at the village through the back mountain, thought for a while and suddenly said: "Count me in, you choose two more people to learn from Grandpa Tian."

Wen Xiange, who had walked a few steps, heard this and turned to look at Song Xiufang standing by the small river. The morning light was slightly dew, and the late spring breeze blew her high ponytail. Although she was wearing ordinary country clothes, her calm temperament and The increasingly majestic facial features make this always low-key heroine look so reliable and reassuring.

She was completely relieved in her heart. She knew that after the other party said this, she must be helping, and her bamboo curtain should not make her wait too long.

"Okay, thank you." Wen Xiange smiled and nodded in thanks, then turned and went back.

Xiao Chenggong, who was looking for cactus in the back mountain, frowned at this scene, thinking deeply.

Song Xiufang watched Wen Xiange walk into the mountain road. She glanced at Xiao Chenggong's position until she was out of sight, then turned her head and continued to run along the small river.

Breakfast is ready, and the people who went out to look for cacti have returned. There are indeed wild cacti in the north of the back mountain.

"Pull off the burrs on the outside of this cactus, and then soak it in clean water, so that its juice will automatically secrete into the water. We will test it again at night." Wen Xiange pointed at the cactus.

(End of this chapter)