After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

Seeing that it was almost done, Bai Miao said to Gong Ren who was pounding the bamboo slices, "Stir slowly, stir while cooking, if it is too dry, add some water."

Then he asked Shi'an to drag the bamboo board and put it on one side, saying: "When the stirring is almost done, that is, when it becomes sticky, you can pour them out and spread them on the bamboo board, and put them in the sun to dry." Just do it."

The palace servant nodded again and again, liking this courteous and gentle little Highness more and more in his heart, unlike the princes and ladies of other aristocratic families, all of them were extremely arrogant; when this palace servant served at the palace banquet a while ago, he didn't It is rare to see colleagues who are embarrassed by those princes and ladies, and I can only shed bitter tears for them.

And the little Highness is simply a little fairy, even though the silver hair is a little different, even scary, but the temperament of the little Highness is enough to completely convince these humble people.

Papermaking cannot be completed in a short period of time, so no matter how much Bai Miao looks forward to it, he can only obediently find Emperor Wu to have dinner with him.

During lunch, Tu Xiuting was somewhat curious about Bai Miao's current research, so he casually mentioned a few words, and then saw Bai Miao's embarrassed face and said: "Your Majesty, don't ask first, I will tell you after I research it, otherwise if It would be a shame to fail..."

Tu Xiuting chuckled, "I have prepared all the rewards for you."

"Hey," Bai Miao smiled, "There's no rush. If I fail, Your Majesty must not reward me with a treasure! Otherwise, I won't feel at ease!"

"That's not a reward, it's just that I want to give it away."

Emperor Wu could always say something shy about Bai Miao inadvertently, although he was used to this way of getting along, but every time Bai Miao heard it in his ears, he would feel a burst of blushing and heartbeat, like a deer bumping wildly.

The sun is just right outside this day, even if it is drying the paste made from bamboo chips, it is also very good.

Bai Miao didn't lie down for a long time during her afternoon nap, she got up with an itchy heart, pulled on her wooden clogs, put on an outer shirt, and ran outside the hall.

There is already a layer of paste on the bamboo board, which is about half dry. The surface is very rough and looks uneven. Fine bamboo dregs of different sizes stand on it, about the thickness of a finger's width. When Bai Miao touched it casually, her fingers became sticky.

"It should be done..." Bai Miao stroked her chin, her silver eyelashes shining in the sunlight.

"Your Highness, is it okay to dry it?" Qingdai Shi'an was very concerned about Bai Miao's instructions, and stayed on one side all afternoon and did not go away very often.

"I think it's pretty good." Bai Miao is not too sure now, everything will be known only after the finished product comes out.

He walked back and forth to look at the paste on the bamboo board, thought for a while and said: "We will continue tomorrow, when the time comes, the bamboo roots must be chopped into smaller pieces, and then smashed and boiled."

"Okay." Shi An immediately responded, keeping His Highness's instructions in mind.

After the first day of experimentation, Bai Miao himself thought that the production of bamboo paper went smoothly. That's why he had a big appetite at night. After dinner, he ate a plate of pastries and ice bowls with Emperor Wu. Only then did he lie down on the couch with his stomach outstretched.

"It seems that Miao Miao is quite happy today?"

Tu Xiuting took off his coat and got on the couch with only his underwear on, and saw the little guy lying on his back with the word "big" on his back, the smile on his face seemed to have never disappeared.

"Hahaha..." Bai Miao turned around with a smile, making room for Emperor Wu, "Your Majesty, I think I will succeed!"

After a pause, Bai Miao said, "Your Majesty, can I ask for leave tomorrow morning?"

Saying that, Bai Miao was half lying on the couch, her pair of jade-colored glazed pupils were full of pleading, coupled with that white face, even the cold-hearted Tu Xiuting couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Why?" He suppressed his restless heart and pretended to be serious.

"Your Majesty," Bai Miao's voice was soft and glutinous, like the sweet and greasy pastry that could stick people's teeth, "Your Majesty, I want to go and see what I made. You may not be able to calm down even if you have gone to the morning court!"

Bai Miao swears to the sky, he is not trying to be lazy, he is really, really itching in his heart, he can't wait to see the results of the bamboo paper making that he experimented in tomorrow morning.

Tu Xiuting looked amused, but in fact, he had already agreed to Bai Miao's little request in his heart, and now he was just pretending, wanting to see more of the little guy's acting like a baby, "Okay, I agree."

He lay down on his side, and pulled him into his arms, "Sleep a little longer tomorrow morning, and watch it when you get up, don't worry about not getting enough rest overnight."

"I know," Bai Miao felt that after Emperor Wu lost his reputation as a "ruthless tyrant", he was simply an old mother who took care of things, but Bai Miao enjoyed being controlled like this.

For Bai Miao, Emperor Wu not only played the role of his father, but also played the role of the person he admired.

There was no dream all night, so excited during the day, Bai Miao fell asleep after laying down for a while.

But taking advantage of the moonlight, Tu Xiuting felt a little drowsy. Facing the faint light in the dark, he cast his lingering eyes on Bai Miao's face, feeling that he couldn't get enough of it.

Probably because people's minds become a little sensitive and fragile at night, Emperor Wu suddenly felt a kind of timidity about the future-his Miao Miao is a goblin, and he is just a mortal emperor, and the rest of his life will be nothing but Five or sixty years, why compare with the fairy Bai Miao?

If he went first, what would happen to his Miao Miao in the future?

To find someone who can replace him?Or will I be alone and wander the world in the future?

Tu Xiuting's heart trembled, he just felt that every possibility was something he didn't want to hear or see, even if he could only be a solitary soul in a hundred years, as long as he remembered that Bai Miao's future smile might belong to another person, Tu Xiuting felt full of tyranny.

"Well... Your Majesty..."

In his sleep, Bai Miao suddenly felt that his waist was being hugged tightly, which almost made him gasp, so he vaguely called the names of the people close to him.

Tu Xiuting came back to his senses, slowly relaxed his arm, and raised his hand to stroke the hair on Bai Miao's forehead.

The foreheads of the two touched each other, and Emperor Wu's irritable heart gradually calmed down.

He thought, there will be a long time to come, let's talk about the day when he really can't do it...

Without the artificial alarm of Emperor Wu, Bai Miao originally planned to get up early to see the test results, but this time he accidentally fell asleep until the sun was high, and when he woke up, his mind was in a daze, and he almost stepped off the couch fall.

Having not slept for such a long time, Bai Miao felt her head was flattened a bit.

Facing the sun, Bai Miao trotted out without even fastening the belt on the lapel.

He looked at the rough layer of bamboo paste on the bamboo board, and was not so satisfied, so he leaned next to several palace servants and asked them to put the boiled bamboo paste in cans this time. Every time I pour it on the bamboo board, I just take a spoonful, spread it thinly, and try to use the smooth bottom of the spoon to smooth the bamboo pulp so that the thickness is even, and then put it in the sun to dry.

However, in the whole process, the step of flattening the bamboo pulp is not simple. Many people are not very good at craftsmanship, and the final result is that one side is thick and the other side is thin; Even though the gaps between them are much worse than modern paper, Bai Miao is quite satisfied in this era.

The speed of papermaking is not fast, although today Bai Miao took a holiday to go to the morning court, but in the next few days he still pretended to be a little eunuch to "go to work" with Emperor Wu. However, the difficulty in the overall steps lies in the degree of crushing the bamboo roots and the skill of smoothing them on the bamboo board.

However, after more than ten days of trying, the group of palace people under Bai Miao's command became more and more proficient in their skills, and every time the finished product came out, Bai Miao felt more and more confident.

Finally, after fifteen days of trying, Bai Miao harvested his most satisfactory stack of papers.

Although this stack of paper does not look very beautiful, even a little ugly, the thickness is slightly uneven, and it is slightly rough in the hand, but this is paper!It is the first wave of paper in this era!

Taking the original bamboo paper, Bai Miao ran to the imperial study excitedly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look! I've done it!"

Bai Miao held the ugly bamboo paper in front of Emperor Wu like offering a treasure, his eyes were full of starlight and full of anticipation.

"What is this?" Tu Xiuting held the thin new object, still a little confused.

"It's bamboo paper!" Bai Miao spread the bamboo paper on the table, held the brush and stuffed it into Emperor Wu's hand, "Your Majesty, try writing."

Tu Xiuting nodded, but when his ink stains landed on the bamboo paper, the calm expression on his face was completely shattered...

This……

Emperor Wu's fingers trembled faintly. He was holding the uneven thick bamboo paper, and a look of surprise appeared on his usually cold and sharp face.

Tu Xiuting touched the surface of the bamboo paper. Although the finely divided bamboo slag was glued together, he could still feel the slight undulations and some flocculent meridians of bamboo roots; while the other side of the bamboo paper was It's because it's a little smoother when it's laid flat on the bamboo board, and even the writing is very clear, which is many times stronger than the bamboo slips and silk silk.

"Your Majesty, how is it?"

As soon as Emperor Wu raised his head, he met Bai Miao with a complacent expression.

Bai Miao continued: "This is just the first sample I tried. In the future, if the palace people become proficient in making it, the bamboo paper can be thinner and smoother, and it will definitely be more usable..."

"Your Majesty, am I powerful?"

"Very powerful." Tu Xiuting exhaled, put down the paper and hugged him in his arms, resting his chin on Bai Miao's shoulder, "Zhen's Miao Miao is really, really powerful."

Emperor Wu was clever, and the moment the brush fell on the bamboo paper, he knew how much sensation this thing could bring.

In the process of Bai Miao's trial before, although Emperor Wu did not participate in it, he saw it in his eyes. The whole manufacturing process was much less expensive than the bamboo slips and silk. If it can be used in Dayin, I think it will set off a wave. This will be a great change for the family and clan, down to the common people.

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