Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

boom!

The door panel fell and fit perfectly.

Inside the cauldron, hot water boiled.

The boiled thing is constantly tumbling.

Under the hot water, the top of the door panel was lifted from time to time, and the steam came out along the opening.

Seeing this, Ying Ziye ordered: "The third step is to pound the mortar, take out the contents, put it into the stone mortar, beat it with the stone pestle until it is smashed, it looks like a clay surface."

A group of yamen servants were busy again, carrying the stone mortar and stone pestle, and the carpenters followed the instructions, putting things into the stone mortar and pounding them with the stone pestle.

Hou Qing found it novel and joined in, pounding vigorously.

until it turns into a slime.

"The fourth step is to put the material into the curtain."

Ying Ziye explained and directed: "Pour these into the sink, stir them evenly with a wooden stick, and then use the bamboo curtain to stir the materials in the water. The wood will form a thin layer on the bamboo curtain, and the rest of the water will be poured from the bamboo curtain. Flow down the tank on all sides."

Listening to the detailed explanation, a group of carpenters were handy. They poured the mud into the pool with the stone mortar in their hands, and began to stir...

Chapter 133 Nine Master Sacrificial Altars! ! !

Instantly!

The muddy wood has completely melted into the water, turning into white muddy water.

Seeing this, the carpenters began to splash the water with the bamboo curtain in hand.

The muddy white liquid was rippling on the bamboo curtain to filter out the residue, and gradually formed a layer of Jingzhi film on the bamboo curtain.

Ying Ziye taught carefully from the side: "Repeat the actions of scooping water and raising the bamboo curtain."

"In this way, a paper film will be formed!"

"Remember, if you copy light paper, it will be too thin, and if you copy heavy paper, it will be too thick!"

"Here!"

A group of carpenters watched closely the bamboo curtain in their hands, and the pure white Jing paper film that began to appear on the bamboo curtain.

Before coming here, the county magistrate and officials and yamen servants told them that this time they were working for the eighth son, and they would be rewarded for their accomplishment.

Now there is Eight Young Masters teaching carefully, of course they don't dare to neglect and gather all their attention to do things seriously.

Ying Ziye saw that the paper film on the bamboo curtain had been completely formed, nodded slightly and said, "Step [-], cover the curtain and press the paper!"

"Put the bamboo screen that has been scooped out of the pulp upside down on the press board, and then remove the bamboo screen, and this layer of Jing paper film will fall on the board."

"In this way, repeat the steps of slopping the material and covering the curtain, so that a sheet of wet paper is stacked up to thousands of sheets, and then add a wooden board on top to squeeze out most of the water."

"What's a squeezeboard?"

The carpenter asked suspiciously.

clap clap clap!

Ying Ziye clapped his hands, and the county magistrate personally took out two wooden boards from the pile of tools.

"The press board is the wooden board on which the paper mold is pressed. Of course, iron plates and copper plates can also be used to press it."

Ying Ziye explained.

The carpenter workers suddenly realized, and began to put the paper molds swinging from the bamboo curtain on the press board.

This was repeated dozens of times, and hundreds of paper models were made.

"Okay, just make these first, it doesn't need much."

With that said, Ying Ziye asked someone to cover another pressing plate.

The paper mold started to seep and drip when it was wet.

"It's almost there, wait for an hour or two and come back."

"Everyone can go down to eat and rest first."

"Here!"

The carpenters and workers also breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

About an hour or so.

Everyone came to the backyard again.

"Step [-], dry it through the fire!"

"Raise the wet paper one by one and dry it."

"The equipment for baking paper is to build an alley with earth bricks, and a fire is lit in the alley. After the temperature of the earth bricks rises, wet paper is pasted one by one and dried. After drying, it is peeled off to make paper."

A group of carpenters nodded upon hearing this.

"Eighth Young Master, there are no adobe alleys in the government office."

The county magistrate is right.

"I know about it."

Ying Ziye smiled, and said helplessly, "That's why we have to use this cauldron."

Under his command, a group of yamen servants began to clean the cauldron, and then pasted a layer of wet paper on the four sides and the bottom of the cauldron.

As the flames heated the cauldron, streams of water vapor gradually emerged from the cauldron.

The wet paper is continuously dehydrated in the scorching cauldron and becomes dry.

Ying Ziye watched from the side.

When the time was right, he slapped the cauldron, and the aura of heaven and earth swept through the wind, and the breeze picked up the papers in the cauldron and dropped them into his hands.

White as clouds, smooth as jade.

"It's done, this thing is paper!"

A faint smile appeared on Ying Ziye's face.

The carpenter looked at the white paper as thin as cicada's wings in his hand, and couldn't help exclaiming that it was so ingenious.

The county magistrate and the others held the white paper in their hands and rubbed it with their fingers. They felt that the touch was so smooth and moist, like a woman's slender hands.

"This thing is truly inconceivable, like the gentle and jade hands of a wealthy lady whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water!"

Several county magistrates were amazed.

At this time, Ying Ziye asked Jian Jiu to bring a pen, ink and inkstone, sharpened the ink, and wrote on the white paper with the pen dipped in ink.

"White paper can record words, and it is easy to write on it."

"In this way, it is possible to write characters without the need for precious silk and silk cloth, or to engrave characters on bamboo pieces and then write, and then compile them into bamboo slips."

"Hachiko is really a god!"

The county magistrate looked at the white paper in his hand, and then at Ying Ziye, amazed again and again.

He really didn't know how Ying Ziye could create such a miraculous thing!

This thing is so light and not as heavy as the bamboo slips. Compared with the silk cloth, the production method is also simple and does not need to spend too much money.

"As soon as this thing comes out, I am afraid that in the eyes of scholars all over the world, the eighth son can be called a saint!"

The county magistrate praised.

Bamboo slips are usually used to record texts. Not only are they difficult, but they are also relatively heavy. Sometimes they feel sore in the hands, and it is even more difficult to carry them. They need books, horse-drawn carriages, boxes, etc.

But white paper is much lighter.

"modesty!"

Ying Ziye groaned with a smile.

night!

Ying Ziye, Yuan Tiangang and others, led by the bad guys, came to the black market in Chenjun with lightning flashes.

The black market is located on a mountain ten miles away from the city of Chenjun.

On the mountain, there is a sacrificial altar for the nine masters.

The nine masters are the sun master, the moon master, the time master, the soldier master and so on.

Among them, the leader of the army is Chi You!

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves.

Around the Nine Main Altar, there are stalls.

There are many figures, each with a black veil on their heads, covering their true faces.

Ying Ziye also put on a black veil, took out the package containing white paper from the system space, and spread it on an open space.

At the same time, take out a piece of white paper that has been written on, and stick it in front of the booth.

The items sold at the booth are white paper, which can be used for writing and drawing on the white paper. The paper is smooth, light and convenient.

I created it myself, the only one in the world!

"Sell white paper. White paper can be used for writing. Compared with silk bamboo slips, it is not only cheaper, but also thinner and easier to carry!"

Ying Ziye shouted loudly.

For business, you have to shout, and you have to shout loudly!

Blank paper? !

The people who came and went around couldn't help being stunned when they heard this strange name.

What is paper, and what is paper? !

Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but looked towards Ying Ziye's booth.

I saw a pile of snow-white things neatly placed on the booth, and there was a piece of white paper in front of the booth that was written with iron hooks and silver paintings.

People who came and went surrounded it one after another, curiously reached out to pick up a piece of white paper, and touched it lightly, only to feel that it was as smooth as a girl's warm little hand.

Looking at the paper with words written on it, he was even more amazed.

"In addition to bamboo slips and silk cloth, there are actually things that can write words in this world, and they are so light and light, it's unbelievable!"

The crowd was amazed.

"Boss, how did you sell this blank paper?"

Several people were moved by it on the spot, ready to take down the blank paper.

Ying Ziye smiled and held out a finger.

"A blank piece of paper, one hundred gold!"

Chapter 134 Art is not about money, but fate!

"what?!"

Everyone exclaimed!

A piece of blank paper costs a hundred gold!

You must know that ten taels of gold are enough for a family of seven, and it will cost nearly two years!

One hundred gold feet is enough for a family of seven to live worry-free for 20 years!

"Boss, your heart is too dark!"

A young man in brocade clothes said in a slightly displeased tone: "And this thing is just novel and light, and it can write words."

"A piece of ordinary silk cloth is much bigger than this, and it's only half gold."

"that is!"

A person next to him echoed: "Boss, I think you are dressed luxuriously, and you are not an ordinary person, so you are not so short of money!"

"A conscience price, a blank piece of paper, how about I give you hardware!"