During the hectare!

Rotten mud -shaped wood has been completely integrated into the water and turned into white muddy water.

Seeing this, carpenter workers started to sway with the bamboo curtain.

The white liquid ripples the residue on the bamboo curtain, and gradually forms a layer of paper film on the bamboo curtain.

Xun Ziye taught carefully: "Repeat the water and lift the bamboo curtain."

"So, it will form a paper film!"

"Remember, the light paper will be too thin, and the heavy paper will be too thick!"

"Well!"

A lot of carpenter workers stared at the bamboo curtains in their hands, and the pure white paper film that began to appear on the bamboo curtain.

Prior to this, the county magistrate and the officials of the officials told them that this time they did things for the eight sons and completed a lot of rewards.

Nowadays, the eighth son teachs carefully. Of course, they dare not neglect and consolidate all attention and do things seriously.

Xunzi Ye looked at the paper film on the bamboo curtain and the paper film has been completely formed, and the first step is: "Step 5, cover the curtain and press the paper!"

"Pour the bamboo curtains that pass through the slurry on the crusher, and then remove the bamboo curtain. This layer of paper film falls on the plate."

"In this way, repeat the swaying and curtain steps, make the wet paper stack thousands of pieces, and then add the wooden board to squeeze most of the water."

"What is the crushing board?"

Kinseng workers asked with doubt.

Papa!

Xunzi shot his hands at night, and the county magistrate personally took out two pieces of wooden boards from the tool pile.

"The crushing board is the wooden board that squeezes this paper mold. Of course, you can also squeeze with iron plate copper plates."

Xunzi Ye explained.

The carpenters suddenly realized, and began to put the paper mold on the bamboo curtain on the crushing plate.

Repeated dozens of times, the paper molds also made hundreds of sheets.

"Yes, just make these first, don't need too much."

Speaking, Xunzi Ye let people cover another crusher.

At this moment when the paper mold is wet, the water is dripping.

"It's almost it's okay, wait for one or two hours to look at it."

"Everyone can go down to eat and rest."

"Well!"

A number of carpenter workers heard the words, and also relieved.

About one hour.

Everyone came to the backyard again.

"Step 6, roast it through the fire!"

"Raise wet paper and bake it."

"The equipment of the roasted paper is made of soil bricks into a hip lane, the lane is raised in fire, and after the temperature of the soil bricks rises, the wet paper is dried and dried.

A lot of carpenter nodded when he heard the words.

"Eight Gongzi, there is no earth brick alley in the government."

Is the county magistrate.

"I know this."

Xunzi smiled at night, and said helplessly: "So you have to use this big tripod."

Under his command, a group of tactics began to clean the Ding Ding, and then pasted a layer of wet paper on all sides and the bottom layer.

As the fierce flames burned and heated, a stream of water vapor gradually emerged in the Ding Ding.

Wet paper is in the hot big tripod, and it is constantly getting away from the water and becoming dry.

Xunzi Ye watched next to him.

When the time was ripe, he patted the big tripod, and the heaven and earth aura swept the wind.

White as clouds, smooth like jade.

"It is done, this thing is paper!"

A faint smile appeared on the night's face.

The carpenter workers looked at the white paper in their hands, and couldn't help exclaiming Qiaoshan Gong.

Several people in the county magistrate took the white paper in their hands and rubbed it with their fingers. They just felt that the touch was so smooth and gentle, like a woman's fibrous jade hand.

"This thing is really incredible. For example, the rich lady who does not stick to the spring water is Wen Runyu's hand!"

Several people in the county are surprised.

At this time, Xun Zi Ye asked Jian Jiu to bring the pen and ink, grind the ink, and write the pen with ink on the white paper.

"White paper, can record text, easily write on it."

"In this way, you can write text without precious silk silk cloth, or engraved on the bamboo slice and then write, and then compile them into bamboo slips."

"The eighth son is really a god!"

The county Yan looked at the white paper in his hand and looked at Xunzi Ye, amazed.

He really didn't know why Yizi Ye could create such a magical thing!

This thing is so light, not too heavy as bamboo slips. Compared with silk cloth, the method of making is simple. It does not need to spend too much money.

"As soon as this thing comes out, I am afraid that in the eyes of readers in the world, the eighth son can be called a saint!"

The county magistrate admired.

Most of the texts are used to use bamboo slips. Not only are it difficult to say, but they are also relatively heavy. When I hold it in my hands, I feel sour. If it is carried, it is difficult.

But white paper, then there is much lightness.

"modesty!"

Xunzi Yeyan groaned.

night!

Ji Ziye and Yuan Tianzhang and others, under the leadership of bad people, flickered in the shape of the figure, came to the city of Chenjun County.

Black City, located on the mountains of ten miles outside Chen County.

On top of Dashan, there is a nine main sacrifice altar.

Nine masters are the Lord of the Japanese, the Month Lord, the Lord of the time, the soldier, etc.

Among them, the soldiers are Chi You!

The tree shadow is mottled, and the moonlight falls along the gap between the leaves.

Around the nine main altars, there are stalls one by one.

The shadow is desperate, with a black veil on the head, covering the real face.

Xunzi Ye also brought a layer of black veil. It was taken out of the package with white paper in the system space and spread it on a open space.

At the same time, take out a piece of white paper that has been written and stick to the booth.

The things sold at the booth are white paper, which can be written on white paper, painting, smooth paper, light and convenient.

I created it, the only one in the world!

"Selling white paper, white paper can write text, compared to silk and bamboo slips, not only cheaper but also light and thin, easy to carry!"

Yingzi shouted loudly.

Business, you have to shout, and you have to shout loudly!

White paper?!

Those who are surrounded by surrounding and hearing this strange name can not help but stun.

What is paper and paper?!

Driven by the curiosity, I couldn't help but look at the booth where Xunzi Ye was at the night.

I saw a bunch of snow -white objects neatly on the booth. Before the booth, there was a piece of white paper full of iron hook silver -painted fonts.

Those who came and went around, curiously reached out and picked up a piece of white paper, touched gently, just felt smooth like a girl Wen Run's hand.

It is even more surprising to look at the paper with the text on the side.

"In addition to the bamboo slips and silk cloth in this day, there are things that can write text, and so lightweight, it is really incredible!"

Everyone is surprising.

"Boss, how do you sell this white paper?"

On the spot, there were several people's hearts, ready to win the white paper.

Xunzi smiled and stretched out a finger.
Chapter completed!