I am old in the Han Dynasty

Could it be that someone came before him.

Xie Lang looked forward to Xie Jiankang, "You know how to do it?"

"I don't know how to do it. But I have learned from others. I also have paper at home." Xie Jiankang said.

Xie Lang's heart trembled, and he asked tentatively, "Then why haven't I seen you use it?"

"I can't write." After a pause, Xie Jiankang said, "It hurts my ass."

No way.

Xie Lang showed suspicion, "You, go and bring it here for me to have a look."

Xie Jiankang saw that he didn't believe it, and he didn't want to mess around with Xie Lang, so he went home immediately to get the paper.

"Are you still doing it?" Xie Guang asked.

Xie Lang nodded, "Continue. I think the paper in front of Zhengli's mouth is different from what I thought."

"You can do something else?" The villagers didn't believe it.

Xie Lang looked at the person who spoke, "I made it. When I cut the beans later, all of you, young and old, will help me cut them first?"

Soybeans are more fragile than wheat.Ears of wheat fall and can be picked up.The beans are ripe, and the pods explode, so you have to pick them one by one.The speaker would not dare to make this bet with him.

Xie Lang, who had been a farmer for half a year, also heard about beans, so he deliberately asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I just asked casually, and I didn't doubt you."

Xie Lang scoffed, "Hurry up. If it can be done, in the spring of next year, we will plant bamboo on the riverside, at the foot of the mountain, and in the open spaces of our village. By then, we won't need to make oil skins, and we will make bamboo paper for two months every year." That's enough for us."

"Why only for two months?" Xie Guang didn't understand.

Xie Lang: "All the bamboos on the mountain have been cut down, and we have been working for a whole year. Do you still want to do it in the future? Don't you save some for your children and grandchildren? You spend all the money you earn, so what do you let them eat and drink? Go hunting in the mountains."

Xie Guang couldn't help touching his head, "I forgot."

"My family only has two pennies of money, but my aunt, my uncle, my aunt, and thieves came here one after another. Cut all the bamboo and earn ten pennies at a time. Do you think you can keep it?" Xie Lang looked at everyone.

People with many brothers feel that they can hold on, and it will appear on their faces.

Xie Lang, a famous person in the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, knew a lot. Wei Qing and Huo Qubing had read about it in books.But most of them were seen on TV when I was a child, such as Dongfang Shuo and Guo Xie.

Xie Lang then asked, "The one who came was not an ordinary thief, but a ranger Guo Jie, can you still hold on?"

Everyone showed fear.

Most people in sericulture are illiterate and do not understand the principles.It's not that they don't want to, it's that they are poor, and they don't eat a meal every day, and they don't have the mood to think about some reasons.

Xie Lang said patiently, "I used to hear people say that being rich is easy, and I didn't take it seriously. But looking at what happened in the past two months, I have to admit that this sentence is very reasonable.

"You see, when I have money, I buy chickens and ducks for monkeys. I think monkeys can't eat them. In fact, they are. But I don't buy them, and my monkey hunts by itself. Why do I ask you to buy them? I'm just worried. There is too much money in the family, and it attracts a powerful ranger like Guo Xie."

"Guo Xie knows us?" Xie Guang couldn't help asking.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "Young Master Wang hasn't been out of Chang'an City recently, so he knows about our silkworm farm. You said that the ranger who wanders around all day knows?"

"Are we so famous in silkworm farming now?" Xie Guang exclaimed.

Xie Lang looked at the others, "Is it big?"

"The people in the silkworm farm make thin tofu, stinky tofu, oily skin, vegetarian chicken and dried tofu. Now all three-year-old children in Chang'an know that there is a silkworm farm in the south of Chang'an. Xie Bowen said, looking at other people, "I'm right?"

Everyone nodded.

Xie Lang sighed, "That's what I think. If we can really make it, let's not sell it this year. In the spring of next year, Taixue will start classes, so let's take it over. What do you think?"

"Didn't it be agreed earlier that no matter how much you make, it will be yours?" Xie Guang said.

Xie Lang nodded, pointing to the bamboo piled up not far away, "These are mine. I can really make them. I don't need the moso bamboo that grows this year, but I can use the bamboo that grows in two or three years. But it's a little more troublesome than using moso bamboo, and the process is a little more complicated. After a pause, "I don't want you to answer me now."

Everyone is puzzled, when will they answer?

There is no Mid-Autumn Festival at this time, but there is a custom of worshiping the moon.

Xie Lang said: "Will your relatives come over on the day of worshiping the moon?" Looking at Xie Bowen, "Your aunt, will your sisters come over?"

"Come when you are free." Xie Bowen thought about it carefully, "I came last year. I can't say this year."

Xie Lang: "When your relatives come over and see that your family is getting better and don't show envy, or don't care about your borrowing money, then you can sell the bamboo paper you made this year."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone showed how could they not be envious or borrow money.

Seeing this, Xie Lang said, "Is there any reason for Xiaofu to be safe?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Xie Lang went on to say, "Even if you want to make more money, you still have to pretend that you only have a little money when you go out. For example, if you have saved money, you can build a house. Even if the ranger comes and can't find a baht, he will give you money next time." Not coming anymore. Do you understand this? But if we cut all the bamboo to make paper, you say you have no money, will you believe it?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Xie Lang then asked: "Do you agree to make bamboo paper for two months every year?"

For the sake of unnecessary trouble, and for the sake of the lives of the whole family, you have to agree.Besides, for two months every year, if you can leave something to future generations and live on forever, you have to agree.

The villagers were persuaded, and the next step was my family.

"Second brother, did your father-in-law and brother-in-law care about your borrowing money?" Xie Lang looked at Xie Erlang.

Xie Erlang's expression suddenly became very subtle, he looked at the crowd, then at Xie Lang, hesitating, he was stunned for a long while without even saying a word.

Xie Lang panicked for him, "Yes or no, it's a matter of a word."

"Let me tell you. Xiaoguang's aunt met your sister-in-law in the city and asked her about it." Xie Bowen said, "Your sister-in-law said that my house is about to collapse, and I will buy bricks with all the money I make. Not yet, he My aunt didn't come to my house.

"His aunt is very good. What we are most worried about now is my aunt. She is better than your aunt Xie Jianfen. If the moon worship festival does not come, it will definitely come on New Year's Eve. Then you all go to my house to see, and you will know More exaggerated than I said."

Xie Bowen's words made everyone think of what they were worried about a few days ago-relatives came to cry poor.

I've been busy with things in the field recently, so I forgot about it.

After Xie Bowen finished speaking, everyone showed worried expressions.Aunts and aunts are easy to get rid of, but the father-in-law and brother-in-law are the most troublesome.

Not everyone's brother-in-law is like Xie Lang's uncle.There are many families whose parents-in-law and uncles are very reasonable and have helped themselves before.Come over to ask how the oily skin is dried, they can push it to Xie Lang, the chief of the village is not allowed to say.

If you ask them to borrow money to start a small business, it's hard to refuse.You can't break up with your good-natured husband-in-law just because of this.They agreed, and neither did the women in their family.

Thinking of this, everyone slowed down their chopping of bamboo.

Xie Lang wanted this kind of result, so he didn't say anything else.

After a while, Xie Jiankang came with the paper.

Xie Jiankang planned to throw away these papers, but he thought he bought them with money, so he was reluctant to throw them away.It's been sitting in the cabinet like a chicken rib for several years.Today, thanks to Xie Lang's blessing, he saw the light of day again.

Without waiting for him to approach, Xie Lang was sure that his paper was different from Cai Lun's paper.

Rest assured, Xie Lang said directly, "I do better than this."

"You can really do it?" Xie Jiankang showed doubts.

Xie Lang: "I have a very good idea, but I have to try it to know if it can be done."

"That is to say, it may not be possible?" Xie Guang continued.

Xie Lang turned to him, "That columbine

I did the car for ten days. Looking at Xie Jiankang, "Has your uncle said that?"We disassembled and reassembled, dismantled and rebuilt, and the waste wood piled up my kitchen. "

"My uncle mentioned it, and said that you are very patient. Another person who knows how to do it may not be able to do it." Xie Jiankang said, looking at Xie Guang, "Learn from your Uncle Sanlang. Nothing is done once. It's done."

Xie Lang nodded, "Ask your uncle, how many beans wasted by your aunt making tofu."

"Dozens of catties were wasted." Xie Zhongwu said.

Xie Guang couldn't help hiding behind his father, "I'll shut up today."

Xie Lang chuckled and returned the paper to Xie Jiankang.

Xie Jiankang sat down and asked, "Tell us about the process, I think it's different from doing this."

"Just take out the stuff inside and steam it on the stove—it's broken!" Everyone looked at him suddenly.Xie Lang suddenly got up, "I forgot about the stove."

Xie Jiankang wondered why, "Just build one in here. We have so many people, we can build it in a while."

"No. This thing needs to be cooked for several days. I'm worried that the pottery pot won't be able to cook for so long." Xie Lang has cooked rice in pottery pots for several months, and the pot didn't crack, but he was always worried that it would explode with a bang. opened.

Xie Jiankang: "Then what should I do?"

"I still have iron at home, I'll go get some iron. Take your time, don't worry, I'll go right now." Saying that, Xie Lang went into the house.

Xie Jiankang couldn't help saying, "This kid will leave as soon as he wants."

"It's this temperament that dares to do this." Xie Bowen said with a smile.

Everyone looked at the direction in which Xie Lang disappeared, and felt that what he said was reasonable.Immediately, he saw thick smoke rising from the Xie Lang Courtyard, and he didn't need to guess to know that he lit the iron.

Sure enough, not long after, there was the sound of clanging irons in the courtyard.

The next day, Xie Lang continued to forge iron, and Xie Jianye led people to set up the stove.The old people in the village help to make a wooden barrel and put it on top of the pot, so that more bamboo can be steamed.

Xie Jiankang led someone to take the layer inside the bamboo.Take them all out, pick them up to dry, and start making bamboo curtains.

A month later, the smashed bamboo material was poured into the vat that Xie Lang had prepared, and he used the bamboo curtain to copy out the first piece of paper he came to the Han Dynasty, and asked Xie Guang to quickly send it to the drying room.

After a while, Xie Guang took out the things and ran towards Xie Lang.

Xie Lang, who had experienced too many things in his previous life, couldn't be more excited, couldn't help but ask before he arrived, "Is it done?"

Xie Guang shook his head.

"Impossible!" Xie Lang hurried over, "Let me see." He stretched out his hand to uncover it, and stabbed it, "Can't it be peeled off?"

Xie Jiankang trotted over, "Let me see." He took a closer look, "My God? So thin? So smooth? It's done! It's done!"

"What a fart! You can't even expose it." Xie Lang said.

Xie Jiankang took the bamboo curtain away, "You know what!" He yelled at everyone, "Continue to do it. The remaining bamboo materials are also steamed in the stove, and when the steamed ones are finished, continue smashing them with a stone mortar."