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Chapter 158
Regarding Wen Xiange's words, although Xiao Chenggong didn't show too many disturbances on the surface, his heart was a little sore.

Although he likes to do research, his family doesn't pay much attention to and support them. They just want him to join the army. Almost everyone in the family is in the army, and he has some talents in this area. I gave up doing research, but planned to listen to the arrangement of my family and practice here for a period of time before joining the army.

But after hearing this today, his heart that had already accepted his fate before suddenly didn't want to accept his fate.

He was so used to seeing so much darkness that he ignored the light that would always come.

Like she said: When the sun goes down, will it never rise?

If he gives up now, when the sun rises, will he regret his original choice?

His own destiny should be in his own hands, so he decided today that no matter how long it takes for the light to come, he will always stick to his ideals and always be ready to meet his own opportunities.

"I see that your brother's clothes are pretty good. I'll also buy a piece of cloth. You can make my clothes for me." Xiao Chenggong, who had figured it out and made an important decision, suddenly turned his head and smiled to Wen Xiange.

"Ah... oh, yes." Unexpectedly, the scope of the question was so wide. Wen Xiange paused before realizing what the other party said. She heard that she wanted her to help make clothes, but she didn't refuse. The other party helped her After making up lessons for so long, the return of making clothes is not too high.

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Time passed by, and although the papermaking workshop was stumbling, the workshop was still built before winter, including the papermaking tools, were all ready, and the papermaking started after the farm work was almost done.

And Xiao Chenggong did not live up to Wen Xiange's expectations. He not only added a manual device to the scrap tool, but also made an automatic stacking tool, which not only saves manpower, but is also more convenient and hygienic.

On the day of Lidong, the team announced the start of papermaking.

The people in the workshop are all selected by the previous competition. Young and middle-aged people scrape and mix materials, women light the fire, talented young and middle-aged people make paper, press paper, dry, young girls separate paper, stack paper, everyone They all began to move with a clear division of labor as they had rehearsed before.

On the day when the finished product was produced, Wen Xiange looked at the packed packs of bamboo paper, and said to Song Xiufang who came to give the bamboo box, "Thank you."

Song Xiufang put down all the bamboo boxes woven during this period and shook her head: "No need."

She knew what she was thanking her for. To be honest, she agreed to help her pull out bamboo thread to make bamboo curtains out of sheer whim.

But after doing this fine work for a long time, she found that her spiritual power began to grow slowly. After coming to this world, she thought that her spiritual power could not grow anymore. After all, there is no energy for her to cultivate spiritual power here. , her mental strength has indeed not changed for so long.

So when it comes to this matter, she should also thank her for letting her find a way to improve her spiritual power in this world.

"You are going to the county seat the day after tomorrow?" Song Xiufang asked after shaking her head.

"Well, the day after tomorrow, Brother Xiao, Accountant Song, and I will go to the county town to find my brother, and ask him to take us to the manager of the department store to discuss the purchase of bamboo paper. Why, are you going to the county town too?" Wen Xiange asked nodded and said.

"Well, I'll go with you." Song Xiufang nodded, then turned and left.

Wen Xiange looked at Song Xiufang who was leaving and scratched her head in confusion, she could go by herself, why did she go with them, it was not in line with her usual solitary character.

(End of this chapter)