Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"Where are we going next?"

The coachman didn't make any noise along the way, and he focused on driving the carriage, until then he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Go to Jiangzuo Shaofu."

Chen Qing responded and frowned.

The previous two spies were already well handled by him, and they could even discuss what was written in the small notebook.

Zhao Chong may have found that something was wrong, and replaced him with a mature and prudent one.

snort!

It's still lightly blown up, and I'll deal with you later.

The crowds on the street became dense, Xiang Liling desperately gave Chen Qing winks, signaling him to stay away from her.

"Ugh……"

Chen Qing looked hopeless.

All convertible sports cars are imaginary, how can there be a real car?

When the work at hand is finished, the four-wheeled carriage must be built as soon as possible.

If you have nothing to do in the car, you will never encounter such an embarrassing situation like today again.

The two arrived at the workshop where the paper was trial-made, and Xiang Liling jumped out of the car before reaching the intersection.

"Chen Shaofu, I will lead the way ahead."

Chen Qing looked at her slim and graceful back, feeling lost.

The horses stomped restlessly, and there was an unpleasant smell of rot and sourness in the air.

In the simple workshop, a burst of loud shouts suddenly broke out.

"Stop the car."

Chen Qing stepped on the dirty water and walked towards the workshop, holding his nose.

Xiangli Ling came out with a group of brothers, civilian husbands and workers.

When they saw the four-horse carriage made by the imperial court, everyone couldn't help being in awe.

"See Shaofu Chen."

"Exemption."

Chen Qing's eyes lingered on Xiangli Ling for a long time, and he cupped his hands and said, "You all have worked hard."

"My lord, we should serve the imperial court."

"Thank you for your kindness."

The craftsmen saluted gratefully.

"You are polite, they are all from your own family."

"Where's the paper?"

"If it's done well, I will personally ask for credit for you, and a Shaocheng will always be indispensable."

Chen Qing took care of everything, and his tone was very serious.

The leading craftsman raised his head in shock.

Shao Cheng?

He didn't even dare to think about it!

But Chen Qing didn't look like he was joking.

Could it be... is there really such a possibility.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and immediately turned to look at his junior sister.

Chen Shaofu said they were his own family, could it be...

Xiang Liling quickly turned her body away, and then glared at Chen Qing resentfully: What nonsense are you talking about in front of outsiders.

'I want to tell them that Qin Mo's junior junior sister has been contracted by me. '

Chen Qing told her confidently with his eyes.

Chapter 118 Hero Don't Ask Where It Comes From

"This is the case with the paper made before Daqin."

"Young Master Chen, please take a look."

Everyone greeted Chen Qing, and the leading craftsman picked up a stack of rough paper and handed it over.

"I know."

Chen Qing glanced contemptuously.

How can this be called paper!Not even wiping poop.

"The small one was reminded by the adults, and the production process was repeatedly studied."

"There are roughly two reasons why it is unusable: first, the pounding is not strong enough, and the pulp is not fine enough, so it is very rough and cannot be used for writing."

"The little one immediately thought, if you pound it with a sledgehammer from a water truck, the effect will be outstanding."

Chen Qing glanced at the other party appreciatively: "What's your name?"

"Reporting to my lord, the younger one's name is Yang Bao."

"It turns out that they still have surnames, but they were born as scholars?"

Chen Qing asked curiously.

His subordinates are short of people to work, and Yang Bao is quick in thinking and good at summarizing, so he is a man who can be made.

"Small... small..."

"The surname was given by the master, and the younger one's original name was Yang Bao, which is..."

Yang Bao blushed and explained stutteringly.

"Oh……"

Chen Qing nodded clearly.

It turned out to be another cheap name, but his parents chose the name too casually.

"Have you ever heard a word?"

"A hero doesn't ask where he came from."

"I was just a hawker selling ice water along the street back then."

Chen Qing patted his shoulder and said solemnly.

"small……"

Yang Bao's eyes were red all of a sudden, and he knelt down on the ground: "The kindness of adults who know you, the little ones are unforgettable."

"A man has gold under his knees, how can he kneel down at every turn."

Chen Qing helped the other party up: "As long as you make the paper, your name will definitely be included in the history books in the future. So what if you come from a humble background? You will be promoted to a noble position, and your wife will be named as a son. Who will not treat you as a noble in the future?"

"The little ones must do their best to make the best paper in the world."

Yang Bao was full of energy for a moment, ready to make papermaking his life's work.

"Didn't you say the second point just now?"

Chen Qing held the other party's shoulders and walked towards the workshop.

Xiangli Ling stared at his back in bewilderment, thoughts running wild in her mind.

No wonder Qin Mo would decline.

Just now, what Chen Qing said just now, her father couldn't say it out of his head.

in case……

What will happen if Chen Qinglai takes over Qin Mo?

Xiangli Ling is a daughter, which has always been his father's heart disease.

The brothers may be highly skilled, but none of them has the ability to lead the group.

If he is my husband, it seems...

Xiangli Ling's face flushed slightly, and he planned to find a suitable opportunity to mention this matter to his father.

"The second point is that Xiao Xiao discovered it by accident."

Yang Bao was in high spirits, and even his waist became straighter.

He grabbed the crude hemp paper: "Look, my lord, there are so many bumps on it, and the board is clumped together. No matter how the paper is made, it will not be smooth."

"The little one was trapped here for many days before."

"When I got up at night by chance one day, I smelled a strange smell."

When Chen Qing walked into the courtyard, he saw steam rising from a large cauldron.

In the turbid green water, bark, grass and hemp balls are churning.

"lime?"

"You boiled the raw materials and added corrosive materials?"

Although Chen Qing doesn't know the specific process of papermaking, but with the knowledge of later generations, he can understand the general idea at a glance.

"Ok!"

Yang Bao nodded excitedly: "The villain couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he followed the smell to find it. It turned out that the weaving workshop was processing the hemp material."

"There are many impurities in the raw hemp, as well as the pulp contaminated in the vegetation, which makes it unite."

"If you want to weave it into cloth, you need to boil it on a low fire for three days and three nights, add gray water or lime to remove impurities and remove its color, so that it can be used."

"When I was young, I suddenly realized."

"Shouldn't this paper be the same as cloth!"

"It is also a thin sheet, and it also needs a light color."

"The little one will come back immediately and boil all the ingredients in the same way."

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Qing's mouth: "Then it will be done!"

"Correct!"

Yang Bao nodded excitedly: "My lord, come and see."

There is a special greenhouse in the workshop with a bamboo curtain hanging on the door.

You can feel a hot breath from far away.

When Yang Bao walked in, there were actually quite a few people inside.

The boiled raw materials in the yard are mashed and put into the puree pool, picked up with a sieve, and sent here for drying.

A group of shirtless men shuttled back and forth, pasting the wet papers on the walls or placing them on shelves, and after they dried, they were collected into thick piles, pressed under wooden boards, and piled up with heavy objects.

Chen Qing glanced at the door, everyone had a clear division of labor, and the prototype of workshop-style production was already in place.

"Lord, please see."

It took a lot of effort for Yang Bao to pull out a few sheets of new pressed paper from the bottom.

He held it beamingly and handed it to Chen Qing.

"This is it!"

"Yang Bao, you have made a great contribution!"

It feels smooth and flat in the hand, and it has good toughness after pulling it hard.

Chen Qing was overjoyed immediately.