Wang Pengfei was the happiest, and he kept lying around the paper film, muttering: "No, good, really good, my child, my mother, our family is saved! We gave birth to a good daughter!"

When Liu Xiu'e heard this, she felt relieved.

As long as you can overcome this hurdle.

The children were not hungry, so she was very satisfied!

Of course, if they can really make money by making paper, so that they can gain a place here and gain a foothold here, they will definitely be expected by everyone.

There was no hope at all, but suddenly the turn of things became easier, which made everyone in the Wang and Han families feel a little relieved.

Everyone likes this kind of surprise in life.

"His father, this is true. I didn't dream. Come and pinch me."

Feng Guihua still doesn't believe it. After all, a child who has lived under his nose for so many years suddenly became so powerful and possessed an amazing skill.

Treating diseases and saving people is nothing, it can only be a personal fortune.

But making paper depends on strength and craftsmanship, and my two sons have always followed Wang Xiaoqing.

Does that mean they have learned it?

Feng Guihua doesn't feel like a dream.

Wang Pengju even pinched her, and Feng Guihua felt pain.

He raised a slap Wang Peng with his backhand, slapped Wang Peng on the arm, and cursed with a smile: "You are really pinching!"

Wang Pengju smiled foolishly and said, "You can believe it if you don't pinch it!"

"His father, this is really okay. I can do it in a while. I really don't believe it. But I believe it only after you say that."

"Xiaoqing, don't be tired. If you have any questions, ask your brothers to help you. You are too young and have not yet grown up, so you can't be tired, so as not to grow up in the future."

Feng Guihua has already started to worry about other issues.

Wang Xiaoqing agreed readily, and it would be impossible not to agree. She wanted to let the people at home master this skill.

She was really not ready to make a living by this.

Wang Pengju was still looking around the paper film as if he had found a treasure. From time to time, he wanted to reach out and touch it. His careful look made Wang Xiaoqing secretly happy.

"Let's do this. When I get the pulp in the future, I will choose a few brothers to help. I teach them that the pulp is about experience and technology, and practice every day to reach my level. You can't rely on me for business in the future. I can't finish it even if I'm exhausted by myself!"

Wang Xiaoqing said truthfully.

This technology cannot always be in his own hands, and Wang Xiaoqing is not willing to be exhausted to death by himself.

Just to keep the secret, this is irrational.

Besides, a good slurry master is not good for more than ten years. In order to reduce his burden as soon as possible, Wang Xiaoqing feels that he should pass on this technology to others. Of course, if outsiders want to steal the art, it is unlikely.

Because there are many ways to make paper.

There must be a secret recipe.

There is also a unique training method for their family, which is to train a good slurry master. After all, his father has summarized the essence of thousands of years.

There is no comparison with current technology.

Wang Xiaoqing now wants to train a group of people, which are the pillars of their two families in the future.

No matter where they are, it is a role for unity to get out of that predicament.

Wang Xiaoqing didn't mind pulling the Han family up.

There are many men in the Han family.

After all, their Wang family is a little weaker.

Therefore, the secret recipe is in the hands of their Wang family, but the technology can be taught to the Han family.

This is not afraid that the Han family will turn against each other.

Do things well and make your career bigger. Any family that dominates the country will be united by their children to carry forward the family.

Hope she didn't miss it.

By the next day, the paper had been removed and thin white papers were placed there.

Wang Pengfei stood in front of the table, tears streaming down his eyes.

How long has it been since I touched the paper?

His hands must feel the desire for pen and ink.

"Good paper, good paper. Qing'er, you are my good daughter. This rice paper is definitely the best, even better than the best rice paper in the pen and ink shop. With this whiteness and delicate patterns, those people are blind."

He rubbed the paper and couldn't help but become interested.

"The child is grinding it for me."

Liu Xiu'e touched the wetness at the corner of her eyes.

"Oh, come soon."

I took it back to the house and took it out along the way, and even though I was hungry, I couldn't bear to sell the pen and inkstone.

This is the lifeblood of her man.

Wang Pengfei splashed ink.

Write a few words.

Wang Xiaoqing watched from the side.

Her father's handwriting is really good, it's really well written.

If she wrote, she would probably be a dog crawling.

She has no problem with the pen calligraphy. It is written as the dragon and phoenix dance, but the brush calligraphy is like a beginner now.

"Good paper is good paper. Your father has never used such good paper. It is so powerful that it penetrates the back of the paper, but the ink stains will not stain the next one. Good. Dad is good at this paper."

As soon as this is said.

Han Dazhi and the others were overjoyed.

Everyone is worried all the time.

Even if the house is repaired, I am afraid of heavy snow in winter.

Once it snows, they may have their house collapsed.

It will die.

Building a house?

All the valuable assets on the road are sold, but the poor are almost sold.

But now I actually have the skill to make money, but I hesitated after thinking about it.

Although Wang Xiaoqing has taken out his skills.

But they didn't believe it at first, and in addition, the Wang family's kids have followed each other hard these days, and their son has helped, but after all, they are not related by blood.

This kind of money-making skills are usually passed down by father and son and grandson!

How could I give it to them the Han family sincerely?

Han Dazhi knew in his heart that this was the time for them to express their opinions.

This is not something they can learn just by wanting to learn.

"Brother Wang, niece, this papermaking seems to be pretty sure. Congratulations to your Wang family for having an extra money input. This is a craft! We understand that at that time, we will let us take action and be a small worker. We don't ask for anything else, we can make a living, and Brother Wang eats meat! Let's drink some soup with it.

Big brother and niece, don’t worry!

Our Han family will never covet your skills! This is passed down by the old god! We understand, we know what to do."

Han Dazhi is worthy of being a smart person. When it comes to this, people have expressed their opinions that they are not too jealous of money, nor are they jealous of them!

Just make money.

Wang Pengju looked at Wang Xiaoqing!

He is not qualified to decide what.

What can he say?

He wanted to join the Han family.

After all, the two families helped each other a lot along the way, but now they are different.

This is a major event in the future.

He doesn't have the right to decide.

This is Xiaoqing's craftsmanship.
Chapter completed!