"With a head like yours, even a farmer can read and write." Yang Lin pointed at Li Ba and said, "And this paper can be sold to scholars and Confucian scholars. Wouldn't it be convenient to make money?"

After hearing this, the three Wang Shan people understood the reason for their busy work for a long time. It turned out that paper was making money. However, after Wang Shan took the rough paper, he asked doubtfully, "Brother Lin, although Shan is not a scholar, he still knows this."

How can rough things be made easier to write on?”

Yang Lin understood what it meant. He also discovered this problem, which was why he was a little disappointed before. But then he thought that it would be impossible to make a fat man with one bite. Now it is really not easy to make paper according to the theory.

If you want to use it for writing, it seems that you need to continue to improve the method.

He added, "The rough and uneven paper at this time is indeed difficult to write on. However, this paper making process is feasible. With more experimentation and attention to details, you may be able to make paper that is easy to write on."

After hearing this, Wang Shan and the others felt that it made sense and nodded in agreement. Among them, Zhao Meng spoke up and said with great interest, "How about we let the three of us try it too?"

Yang Lin thought for a while and thought it was okay. After all, if he wanted to create paper that could be used for writing, it would be impossible for him to mass-produce it alone. A large number of people would still be needed to help.

So, after thinking about this, Yang Lin said to the three of them, "That's very good. You have already seen the production process I just made. The key lies in the cooking of burlap and other things in lime water, and the cooking of paper pulp.

The extent to which the gelatin is diluted with water." Then he told the three of them some of his experience in the production process.

After that, Wang Shan and the others also found stoves, pots and other things, and then put in lime, water, burlap, etc. The three of them tried their own way based on the process they had just seen and their own understanding. Yang Lin also did the same.

Reproduce it, hoping to find the shortcomings and make improvements so that the paper can be used for writing.

Each of the four had their own understanding, so they all tried one by one according to their own ideas. After many times of making, they were surprised to find that the paper made by Zhao Meng was much better than the other three, although the paper he made was much better.

The work is still rough, but both in terms of roughness and uniformity, it is better than others.

Yang Lin was very happy about this, and Zhao Meng seemed to be curious about papermaking, so he tirelessly made several sheets in one go. But Li Ba and Wang Shan, who had been busy for a long time, were still the same as before, and sometimes even because they didn't pay attention to details, they finally succeeded.

Failed to create paper.

Then the sky darkened and the four of them stopped.

"Brother Lin, it's too difficult to make paper." Li Ba was impatient and could not bear the torture of failure for the first time. He sat on Tamu Mountain, drank a sip of wine, and complained.

Yang Lin smiled when he heard this and said, "If it were easy, wouldn't we already have paper?"

"Speaking of which, I have to tell you, Brother Lin, how did you come up with this method?" Wang Shan raised questions about this. Only after his own attempts did he know how difficult it is to make paper, but Yang Lin was able to figure out the method and had to let him know how difficult it was to make paper.

He admires it.

Regarding this question, Yang Lin couldn't help but frowned. He couldn't tell the three of them his true identity, so he showed a sly look in his eyes and said with a smile, "This is also the reason why he often went up the mountain to chop firewood and pick up wild fruits.

At that time, I found it on a branch by the river. I was wondering what this thing was, and later I named it paper."

"So that's the case, I've never heard of you mentioning it, Brother Lin." Li Ba suddenly realized.

Yang Lin added, "I didn't know how I got this thing at the time, so I didn't tell you. After thinking about it for a long time, I found out how to make it today. But..." He sighed again, "The only pity is that it was made.

The paper is not yet usable for writing.”

"Well." Hearing this, Zhao Meng took a sip of wine with deep satisfaction, and then said, "We still need to continue to improve." Then he seemed to have made a decision and said solemnly, "Brother Lin, if you believe too much, then

Leave this matter to me, I am very interested in papermaking." Zhao Meng, a man of few words, spoke excitedly tonight.

Yang Lin put down the wine bowl, closed his eyes and thought for a while. From Zhao Meng's performance today, we can see that he is interested in papermaking. He also thought that he really needed to continue to improve the method. Yang Lin then said, "I will leave it to you. If there is any

If you have any difficulties and need help, please let me know at any time.”

Zhao Meng was so excited that he immediately raised his wine bowl to greet Yang Lin. He said with a smile on his face, "Meng will not disappoint Brother Lin. He will definitely improve the method and create paper that can be used for writing."

So the four of them looked at each other and smiled, drank a lot of wine and ate meat. Compared with today's tiredness, they finally got a rest at night. After the four of them were full of wine and food, they slept on mats in the pavilion of Surabaya, which was far away from Lishui Pavilion.

It was so far away that it was impossible for several people to return to Anyang every day.

When he woke up the next day, Zhao Meng continued to study papermaking excitedly. Yang Lin also took time off because he didn't have to focus on this matter all day long.

Now that the busy farming season is over and taxes have been paid, the farmers in Sishuiting and Lishuiting are living a much more leisurely life. After Yang Lin saw this, he ordered Wang Shan to return to Lishuiting, and at the same time asked Li Ba to spread the news to all the people in Sishuiting.

Pavilion.

"I summoned everyone here today to arrange two things." Yang Lin looked at the chief in the room and said calmly and calmly. With his current prestige, he was enough to intimidate these people.

At this time, a person stood out among the chiefs. It was the talkative Li Chief. He bowed his hands and said, "I don't know what the chief of the pavilion has ordered. We will give our full support."

"Please rest assured, Chief Pavilion, I am at your disposal in Zhongyangli." Zhang Tingzhang also said after receiving the tax favor.

Yang Lin nodded with satisfaction and added, "The busy farming season has just ended, but the people should not be too relaxed and relaxed. You must know that although there was a bumper harvest in the spring this year, the rations of each household are only enough to survive. Therefore, life

You are here, firstly, to arrange for farmers to go hunting in the mountains in summer; secondly, in order to prepare for planting and irrigation in autumn, the entire pavilion needs to expand and clear channels to ensure sufficient water sources."

After hearing this, the village leaders also felt that it was necessary to do this. Food rations and channels were the key to their survival. Only with food can they survive, and smooth channels can facilitate irrigation and sowing, which is the foundation of growing food.

"It all depends on the arrangement of the pavilion chief." After trying to understand Yang Lin's intention, all the chiefs in the pavilion bowed their hands and said together.

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