Just as Lan Ling said, the pain all over my body at night was unbearable, as if the skin all over my body had been torn open and then sprinkled with salt. Unfortunately, I was still sleeping in the middle and couldn't even bear the thought of turning my body.

I froze, afraid of waking Ying and the two girls who were sleeping soundly. It wasn't until the window dimly turned white that my sleep suppressed the pain and ended my torture.

After sleeping until noon, I opened my eyes. The two girls were sitting cross-legged next to me, peeling carambolas carefully. A small foot was thrown in front of me. There was a faint smell of the girl's sweat. She came to find me yesterday.

There was a lot of running around in the mountains. At night, in order to make me sleep in the middle, I went to bed without even washing my feet. In the morning, I went to hunt carambolas. It was strange that they had no smell. She is a stinky woman. The two girls were very dedicated to stripping.

Completely unaware that I had woken up, I was gently tearing off the peel, being careful not to damage the flesh. On the plate next to me were neatly stacked a dozen peeled fruits, each one as moist as jade and as yellow agate.

"Sex", I swallowed hard when I saw it.

"Throw one in my mouth," I didn't say anything until the two women had finished peeling the carambolas in their hands.

"Well," the second girl picked a cooked one and put it in my mouth, watching me finish it attentively, "Another one?" She pushed another one to me, "I just whipped it up early in the morning, it's fresh."

"It's delicious," he praised sincerely, "Where's Madam?" When I woke up, I couldn't see that Ying's heart was empty, something was missing.

"The princess is here, and the madam is chatting with her." The second daughter said to the princess with a look of contempt, "When the woman leaves, my husband will get up, and I will peel the carambola for you to eat."

"Okay, I won't get up today." I almost died from being tortured last night. I wanted to take revenge, so staying in bed was a good idea. "Take off your socks, they smell." Being with the two girls made me feel better.

The two girls quickly took off their socks, stretched their feet to my nose, and asked in a soft voice with flowing eyes, "Is the smell still bad? I didn't even wash it last night."

"It stinks, take it back." She stretched out her hand and scratched the soles of her feet. The two women retracted their feet as if they were electrocuted, raising their heads and giggling, "I have to tell you something. You will definitely be happy to hear it." I remembered.

What Lan Ling told me yesterday was to give the second daughter a surprise.

"Yes," the two girls crawled over and listened to my good news with great interest, still smiling on their faces.

"The case of the Fang family has been solved, and everyone including you has been pardoned. If you are willing, you can restore your identity in the future." The two girls can live a burden-free life in the future. Because of this, I still prefer Tang Dynasty.

governmental.

The two girls nodded expressionlessly, "Husband, take another one, it's bigger than the others." They picked up another one and fed it to me.

In the minds of the second daughter, feeding me carambolas is much more important than perhaps amnesty. She should not mention this matter again in the future. It seems that her dislike for the Fang family is not as great as usual.

The polo team has a game today, and I'm not there. I don't know if Cheng Chu can handle it alone. I'm afraid it's almost over now. Thinking that Qin Yu was asked to help out yesterday, there probably won't be any big problems.

Just as I was lost in thought, the second girl handed me another fruit, and I took a bite absentmindedly. I didn't control the strength well, and the juice splashed all over my face. When the second girl saw this, I hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe it, for fear that I would be covered in snow.

The dyed hair is difficult to wash off.

Carambola juice, a thought flashed through my mind, a little fuzzy, what exactly does carambola juice need? Really? Carambola powder? Preserved fruit? Wanglaoji?... None, I mentioned it yesterday, paper making! Think of it.

Yes, yesterday I was bragging to the second daughter and the princess, and Lan Ling laughed at me.

"Second daughter, you go get a pen and paper. My arm hurts. Read and write. Hurry!" Now that my memory is magically clear, I have to write it down quickly. The vague things in my mind are always vague and appear in black and white.

It can't escape.

This is a papermaking method that is still passed down among the people in the 21st century. It is said to have been handed down from the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Papermaking raw materials are readily available, the process is simple, and the paper is flexible and white, with a smooth surface and good permeability.

, skilled workers can make hundreds of pieces a day.

When I was in primary school, I stayed at a classmate's house by the Wei River for a summer vacation. Next door to his house was a small papermaking workshop. The director, employees, and accountant were all served by a poor old bachelor. When I had nothing to do, I would go watch him make paper.

If you help him stir the pulp all morning, you can get ten cents as wages. After working for him for two days, my classmate and I were as tired as monkeys. Our classmate’s mother found out and scolded her, saying that the old man

The bachelor is a lunatic. If I dare to go to his house in the future, I will throw my son on the beach and not be allowed to go home. Then I will notify my parents to deal with me. As a result, my entrepreneurial enthusiasm was strangled in the cradle by my classmate’s mother.

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Ever since I came to the Tang Dynasty, I have been a little unaccustomed to the paper of this era. The bamboo paper I usually use for calligraphy and copywriting is yellow and brittle. It can be folded in half when folded. Its properties are closer to biscuits.

Sometimes when I write something, if I dance a little louder, the table will be full of paper scraps (which is exaggerated), which makes me uncomfortable. But if you want to write some more formal documents, such as house deeds, land deeds, deeds of sale, etc., you have to change

Chenggong paper (early rice paper), the quality of this paper is not very good, but it is ridiculously expensive, almost as expensive as toilet water.

Another point, although it is more embarrassing, I have to say that after coming to the Tang Dynasty, I suffered from a slight phobia of toileting. Because I was in the early Tang Dynasty, the living habits of the aristocrats and the legacy of the Sui Dynasty, plus the

In the era of production and construction, diligence and frugality were advocated from top to bottom. As a result, "toilet chips" are still widely used. I have not laid a good foundation for use since I was a child, and accidental things happened one after another. So I first

I tried using bamboo paper, but this paper was too brittle. It would either scratch the flesh or be pierced by my fingers. The end would be miserable. I had to continue to use toilet chips. It was extremely miserable.

Since my family engaged in the tertiary industry and my conditions improved, the first money I spent was to buy a large number of tribute papers under the banner of "no writing for a day", and I would carry a spare one in my pocket every day. This

The paper has a strong ability to absorb water. It can absorb the sweat in the body when held in the pocket. When used, it is soft and spongy. Even if it is thick and rough, it is much more comfortable than the previous two. Under my instigation, Yinghe

The second daughter has also developed this good habit. Although Ying occasionally nags a few heartbroken words, it is just talk. After all, the family no longer worries about money, and who doesn't like a clean house.

Toilet paper was only widely used by nobles during the Tang Dynasty. This means that I have to wait another fifty years before I can enjoy it, and it will take about nine more years to use the soft and slightly scented toilet paper prototype.

It took ten years to wait for Yang Guozhong to promote it. The sight of a 110-year-old old man squatting in the toilet with tears streaming down his face and wiping his butt with original toilet paper made me shudder.

Memories from childhood are generally incomplete, but today they are as complete and clear as ghosts. Even the processes that were not clear about working at that time are arranged in an orderly manner. I kept repeating it over and over again, no matter where the two girls wrote,

I just regarded it as a review.

"Have you finished writing?" Seeing that the two girls finally stopped writing, sweating profusely, I couldn't wait. "Bring it to me and let me see. You can prepare another piece of paper and write something formal."

The two girls nodded and came over to help me put on my clothes. Only then did I notice that they had gotten out of bed without even realizing it, with half of their clothes on. What about ghosts?

"You go get some water, and I will write it myself." Now that my memory is intact, I need to improve it a little, so I pick up the pen and start revising the second girl's draft, leaving the second girl wiping her face and combing her hair, completely unconscious.

After checking it several times, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It was done! "Second daughter, will you follow me out?" Since he had already gotten up, there was no need to hide. He let Lan Ling wait for a long time to get rid of his anger. The pain in his body was much less now.

Coupled with the acquisition of papermaking technology, my mood suddenly felt better.

The two girls disliked Lan Ling and would rather continue peeling carambolas in the house. This was fine, after all, the misunderstanding started with the two girls.

Ying and the princess were sitting in the front pavilion chatting. There were still a bunch of fruits and snacks on the table. It looked like they had already eaten. This was unfair. I had just eaten a few carambolas. Those things were not appetizing. I was really hungry.

After seeing the gift, he didn't say anything. He gave what he had written to Ying and Lanling for review. While they were studying, he grabbed the snacks on the table and made a pass at it.

While burping, a strange thought suddenly occurred to me. If I traveled through time and space to a poor family, I wouldn't be able to exchange for a good meal with this thing, right? I'm thankful.
Chapter completed!