"Quick! Let him in!"

When Bai Jingyuan heard the plate coming, he stood up with excitement and walked out several steps!

Since he found out that he could try to make paper under his current conditions, Bai Jingyuan took action. He first found a craftsman plate and told the general method, allowing him to use a small amount of geese to test it, and then he let him play it freely and improve the papermaking method step by step.

Because hemp is used for making straw sandals and marinades, a lot of fermented hemp can be found on a plate of straw sandals at will, but there is no need to wait for a long time, just think about the next steps in papermaking, so papermaking is much faster.

Bai Jingyuan has been waiting for the day and night these days, so he almost wore his eyes. Now, the phrase "The plate is here" is no less effective than "The paper is here"!

Because of the caution of the craftsman, if he had not made the decent paper, the tray would definitely not have come to see him.

His desire for paper is so strong, not because he loves calligraphy and painting, after all, he has never been a cultural person, just because he wants toilet paper very much!

God knows how much he hates toilet chips! Even if the craftsman carved flowers on each toilet chip, he still felt that it was inconvenient to use.

I used to force myself to endure, but the paper was about to be made, so it would be much harder to endure.

The paper made before was either too crisp or too thick, and it was not suitable for writing and painting or wiping the butt. Only the chef picked some for snacks, and he still saw hope in it.

As long as the direction is right, it is only a matter of time to create a suitable paper. Now he lacks everything, but he doesn’t lack time!

Pan knew the rules very well. He held the big tray and lowered his head, and knelt silently in front of Bai Jingyuan without saying a word.

It was not until the young master asked him, "Is this the paper I just made?" that he respectfully replied "Yes".

Ren Xiu and the original young master Bai were difficult to serve. In order to reduce the possibility of punishment, these slaves were always accustomed to reducing their presence. Bai Jingyuan did not force them to change. Seeing that a layer of linen was covered with a tray, he hurriedly uncovered it.

I saw a stack of gray-white paper in the tray, about ten pieces. The edges were trimmed and about a foot long. They were square, one side was smooth and the other was rough. I picked up one and rubbed it repeatedly. Although it was wrinkled, it did not break a single bit. Bai Jingyuan was very satisfied.

"It's good to have flexibility! It's not white enough, nor smooth enough. Next time I cook erectile vegetation, try to clarify the water from the wood ash, take the upper layer of clean liquid to cook, and before drying paper, try pressing it with heavy objects first."

The paper I made before was too yellow. After the raw materials were cooked with wood ash, it was not so yellow, but it was covered with wood ash gray. I was used to modern white and smooth paper. Bai Jingyuan always felt that the plate could work harder.

He didn't know what to do to improve these shortcomings. He just had a good brain and helped him out some ideas. If it didn't work, he would change his way.

Everything cannot be accomplished overnight, he is very open-minded.

"yes!"

Probably, those who work in technology in every era don’t say much. Seeing that he agreed, Bai Jingyuan didn’t say much, and told Lu'er to reward him with a hundred dollars. Then he took another piece of flat paper and sat down before the desk, wanting to see if the paper could be used to write.

"Pray for the pen and ink!"

The child who was serving the writing rushed forward, grinding ink and laying out the pen as usual, and when he wanted to lay silk, he saw the young master waved his hands and signaling not to use it, so he hurriedly stepped aside.

In the past, he didn't dare to look at it, but today he couldn't control himself looking here.

Seeing that the young master was writing on paper, he became inexplicably happy.

Before, the young master told him not to weave straw sandals and instead become a paper maker. He was not used to it. After all, he learned this since he was a child and suddenly changed his career. No one told him how to do it in detail. He had to use his brains. He thought it was very rare. The reason for obedience was because he was a slave and there was no doubt or resistance in his mind.

Now I found that what I made was actually used to write. The feeling of pride gushed out like a fountain, gathering into a smile on his face, which was even brighter than the sunshine outside the window!

Although the craftsmen are of the same class, they are divided into high and low levels. Those who make bamboo slips look down on those who carved jade and jewelry, those who make jewelry look down on those who tailored clothes and crowns, and those who cut clothes and crowns look down on those who make straw sandals, because the king only wears straw sandals in the hottest summer, and his status is almost the lowest.

It's different now!

Those who can only do the same thing for the rest of their lives will definitely envy him to death!

I wondered whether to try using straw stems to make paper next time, but I heard the young master call him: "Plate, come on!"

Pan hurriedly bent over and walked quickly to the young master.

The young master is all good, but somehow he has not liked the servants to walk on his knees in the past two months. Although he was nervous, he could only obey.

Just as he was thinking about what the young master called him, he saw the young master frowned and stared at the paper with words on the desk: "This paper is so dizzy, it needs to be improved!"

Pan turned his head and saw that the words on the paper seemed to have countless thorns growing, and they were so dizzy that they could not read them at all. He was so scared that his knees weakened and he knelt down.

"Don't be afraid, I won't punish you, so let you understand the situation and make improvements happen."

Seeing that he was still trembling, Bai Jingyuan was helpless and was about to let him go down, but when he thought about it, he lowered his voice and said, "Let's go back and make some softer ones for... use as toiletries..."

Writing paper to wipe your butt?

Hearing this, Pan didn't care about being afraid. He suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something. Seeing the young master looking at him gently, he couldn't say anything.

Among all the craftsmen, the one who makes toilets has the lowest status, which is worse than the one who makes Gongpu.

He felt like he fell from the sky to the ground, and the gap was a bit big and he couldn't accept it for a while.

He thought that if he was asked to do such a thing, it would be better to go back and continue weaving straw sandals!

Bai Jingyuan didn't know these things. In his opinion, toilet paper was directly linked to the quality of life, and it was very important. If the plate could make toilet paper that he was satisfied with, then he could compare to the importance of a cook.

Seeing his face flushed and hesitant, Bai Jingyuan had to ask him: "But what's the problem? Just say it, don't keep it in your heart."

If he was still the same plate of straw sandals as before, the young master would have said it as soon as he asked. After thinking for a while, he had a lot of wisdom and knew that what the young master had told was important. He could not pick on his own. After a moment of thought, he said:

"Young Master, the best squid is very limited. You need to use it to make shoes and clothes. I'm afraid there are not so many..."

Thinking about how much toilets are available everywhere, it is very cheap. Bai Jingyuan thought he was reminding him that he was too expensive, and thought that this was right. If the minister knew that he used good hemp to make paper and wipe his butt, he would definitely scold him, so he said:

"This paper is made of grass! For paper for writing, you can use tree bark, bamboo, hemp and other good materials."

It is too easy to mow the grass, any teenage minister can do a good job.

Pan nodded, as if in this way, the two kinds of papers had a level difference, and things that were originally unacceptable immediately became easier to accept.

Seeing him retreating, thinking that it was not just a problem with paper, Bai Jingyuan asked Tonger to come over and asked him to grind the ink thicker.

Ren Yi kept watching from the side, and now he took a piece of paper and wrote. Seeing Bai Jingyuan sighing, his eyes were full of colors: "Why are you thinking about doing this?"

"The bamboo slips are too bulky. One copy of "Chu Ji" actually contains two cars. If it is written on paper, it will be so thick that it can be taken away with you."

Bai Jingyuan pinched the wide gap between his fingers and signaled Ren Yi to see it. Ren Yi nodded: "It's true."

When noble people travel, they only have dozens of cars at any time. If they encounter knowledgeable people, they will carry more books with them, and there are not hundreds of cars that cannot go out.

"And! It's much cheaper than silk for painting."

Bai Jingyuan picked up the brush and outlined a bunch of orchids in a few simple strokes. He looked left and right, and realized that it was wonderful. When he saw Ren Yi having seen it, he was amazed and asked the attendant to come and send it to Huan Wen.

He thought that scholars like Huan Wen would be moved when they knew about paper. If he had helped, they would definitely be able to make useful paper faster.

Ren Yi met him next to him, but stopped him.

"The young master got a good thing and had not shown it to the queen yet, so how could he show it to others first? As for papermaking, the young master has many slaves. I want to gather ideas, but there is no need for outsiders to give advice."

After Ren Yi finished speaking, he asked her servants to go down and arrange it, and it was necessary to let Pan successfully find out the paper that the young master wanted.

Bai Jingyuan was very smart. He knew the elegance when he heard the strings and songs. He knew that this was to keep the secret method of making paper. He hurriedly waved his hand to let the servant go down, and obediently rolled up the paper with orchids. He wrote a short letter outside, stuffed it into a bamboo tube as thick as his arm and sealed it with wax. As usual, he used a seal, which made the messenger go to the gate.

Seeing the messenger walking away with the letter, he thought that maybe paper would become his political capital like Bai Lu.

It seems that in the future, you need to be more careful when doing things. Many things he is accustomed to have extraordinary significance for people of this era.

If used well...
Chapter completed!