Wang Pengfei walked on the road and asked his daughter quietly.

"Qing'er, do you really know how to make paper?"

He felt like dreaming.

Wang Xiaoqing nodded.

They found Han Dazhi and told him about the matter, Han Dazhi was a little at a loss.

Why did you come out to make paper?

"Xiaoqing, it's either that the uncle doesn't believe you, or that he thinks it's too unreal. Papermaking is not a joke. Those big paper merchants are all unique skills. How could we learn it? Your master is not a joke, right?"

It’s not that Han Dazhi doesn’t believe it! It’s because I haven’t heard of Wang Xiaoqing making paper for so many years.

This is not anything else.

The risk is too great.

"Uncle Han, what you need to make paper is actually very simple! If you don't believe it, this way! Let's use some materials to make the first batch of paper simply. The technology requirements for rice paper are relatively high. I'll make some and take a look. I can also send it to the Fucheng to try the waters, see what's going on, and then we are deciding whether to increase our productivity."

Wang Xiaoqing also knows that we should not be so rushing in doing things.

If you want to convince everyone, you must be able to produce something that is convincing, so it is the most urgent thing to make the first batch.

Han Dazhi nodded when he heard this.

Wang Xiaoqing is still very rational. This child doesn’t look like a little girl.

It can be seen that the old god is quite capable. Otherwise, if a country girl could train her to this extent, it would be impossible for someone with great ability to do it.

I was busy for a while.

Wang Xiaoqing took his two brothers from the family, Han Chengkui and Han Chenghuai from the Han family, up the mountain together.

Three days later.

"Uncle, brother, carry a jar of pulp!"

Commander Wang Xiaoqing.

"Oh, come soon."

Wang Pengju was so excited that he didn't know how to let go.

This is paper making.

It was Wang Zaishan, Wang Zaijiang stopped Wang Pengju,

"Dad, let's go."

Brothers are all grown up! At the age of ten, it is the time to have the strength to do it.

These days, they have been working with Wang Xiaoqing on the mountain and down the river.

The two watched their sister turn the rotten bark leaves into pulp bit by bit.

They also became eager little by little.

The two quickly ran to the front yard. The shed against the wall was covered with large jars, and the cooked pulp was inside, which had been settled for two days!

Lifting a tank, the two of them sent to the backyard.

Wang Xiaoqing walked into the storage room and closed the door, not because she was afraid of stealing skills, but because she was a habit.

This is a rigorous attitude, and of course it may also give people a sense of mystery.

Facing a tank of pulp, Wang Xiaoqing concentrated and held his breath and began to take action.

Wang Xiaoqing inside was doing it silently. The people in the yard outside were in a state of great turmoil. They looked at the tightly closed door anxiously, wishing that their eyes could penetrate the door panel and see everything inside clearly.

However, Wang Xiaoqing said that this is the rule of the old god and one cannot read the art.

Some people dare not abide by the rules of the old gods.

So more than a dozen people in the yard could only wait with their ears and heads scratching.

Wang Zaishan, Wang Zaijiang and Wang Pengju secretly looked inside from the window, but the window was covered with a layer of cloth and could not be seen at all. Only a shadow was shaking, with a fast speed and beautiful curves, which looked pleasing to the eye like dancing.

The three of them were all secretly anxious. It was not Wang Xiaoqing who couldn't do it.

What should I do?

An hour passed, and the sun was shining at noon, making people feel warm.

But no one felt warm and he felt cold and worried.

The longer the time passes.

The more they worry.

After all, Wang Xiaoqing grew up under their noses, and this child has never touched anything from a paper shop.

Just relying on the old immortals to pass on their skills, is there anything as magical as the legendary one?

I haven't tried it, I can do it just by listening.

Then why do those masters do?

The door of the storage room opened with a bang, and a slender figure appeared at the door in the sunlight.

The crisp sound is like the sound of nature,

"Uncle, dad, okay, come in and have a look!"

Wang Pengju, Wang Pengfei, and Han Dazhi woke up from his dream.

Several people rushed to walk into the storage room. Due to anxiety, the three of them collided with each other and staggered, almost falling on the threshold. They were supported by Wang Xiaoqing and stood firm.

Several people squeezed into the utility room.

When they saw that the pile of thick paper pulp had been pressed by Wang Xiaoqing with a large stone specially pressed on paper, the rest was the process of drying paper, and the moisture was almost drying, and the paper could be removed.

They don’t know how to make paper, but Wang Pengfei is a Tongsheng, so it can be seen whether the paper is good or bad.

It can be seen from the thickness of the paper film, the color, and the texture of the paper surface, that the quality of the pulp-fetching technology can be seen.

"You're saying something! Xiaoqing's pulp-fetching skills are good! I'm so anxious."

My aunt Feng Guihua was so anxious that she asked Wang Pengfei with her toes behind her.

No one understands this, only Wang Pengfei understands it.

Wang Pengju and Han Dazhi turned around the paper film twice. Wang Pengfei squatted in front of the paper film with his waist and squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"You guys don't know, I think Xiaoqing's craftsmanship is really good. At least it looks no different from the rice paper outside. If it is different, it is probably the thickness of the paper film. I think Xiaoqing is only 70% thicker than theirs."

This is Wang Pengfei's pertinent evaluation.

Han Dazhi nodded, yes, that's how he saw it.

Han Chengkui said slowly: "I see the paper made by Xiaoqing is amazing."

Everyone was stunned and asked, "What does it mean?"

"I have seen the rice paper outside. The lowest rice paper film patterns are not delicate, but they are thick and thin, and they are not uniform, so they are sold for one or five, and they win at the price. However, the paper made by Xiaoqing has even thickness and thin paper film. The texture of the pulp is probably a matter of cooking pulp. This cannot be changed, but it is much more delicate!

I didn't see every one, but just from the above few, it is a high-quality rice paper, and it is even better than the best rice paper sold outside."

Han Chengkui walked through the raft and had a lot of knowledge.

Wang Xiaoqing nodded. It was not easy to see so much.

In fact, I have done a little harmony, but this cannot be said, after all, these crafts are not available now.

Everyone was so happy that they couldn't stop talking.

How expensive is paper?

But they have followed Wang Xiaoqing up the mountains and down the river these days, and they all know in their hearts that it is just the bark and leaves that are rotten, but these papers can immediately turn into white silver.

If they have money, they still have to worry about it in winter.

Every household can build a house if they are not sure, and they can also buy what is missing at home.

Children at home don’t have to worry about wintering.

Everyone can't help but be jealous.
Chapter completed!