The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

The papermaking technology of Jiangji Papermaking Workshop is the core of the papermaking workshop, and the processes are carried out separately. Most of these people do not understand the principle, and only know that they are responsible for the specific operation steps and time control in the content.

The veterans are loyal to Zhang Qiu, and they are also grateful and admired to Jiang Ziyan. They are trustworthy people, and they are responsible for the specific steps of each part.

Only the special potion that was marked at the end was the formula that Jiang Ziyan knew. It contained many kinds of medicinal materials, and the specific ratio was unknown to others.So even if this paper mill has recruited so many newcomers, it is not afraid of the technology being leaked.

It is not enough just to produce it, the important thing is to be able to sell it.Jiang Ziyan contacted several previous merchants but failed to negotiate because they have always had long-term cooperation partners.In addition, the paper sold in this prefecture city is no worse than their Jiangji paper, and some are even better in quality, resulting in very few merchants willing to cooperate with them.

In just half a month, there has been a huge backlog of paper in the warehouse, and it will definitely not work if it continues like this.Moreover, he is still responsible for the monthly money and food of the workers. It is okay if he insists on it for a month or two. After a long time, the money in his hand may not be enough.

Jiang Ziyan pondered that it is imminent to use bamboo to make paper to improve the quality of paper.As long as the quality is improved, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell.But before that, he had to find a buyer for the batch of paper he was producing now.

Jiang Ziyan thought of Zhu Bingliang.

He is the young master of the Zhu family, he must know more connections than him, maybe he can help, let's solve the urgent need first.

Zhu Bingliang is still recovering from his injuries in a restaurant in the county seat. All the flesh wounds on his body have almost healed, and most of the scabs have fallen off. Only the legs are not completely healed, but now he can walk out of bed with crutches.

Jiang Ziyan was busy improving papermaking technology and couldn't get away for the time being, and at this time he must not let the workers in the paper mill know that the paper could not be sold, so he sent a letter to him.

After receiving Jiang Ziyan's letter, Zhu Bingliang quickly replied to him. In the letter, he recommended several shopkeepers in the city, but they were not big shopkeepers, and the shops were relatively small.And the more famous big paper merchants in the city are very treacherous, he is afraid that Jiang Ziyan will not get any benefits, and his face may not be useful.

In addition, there are also a few merchants from outside the city who buy paper at a low price here and sell it in places where paper is scarce. They can make a lot of difference in the middle.

Jiang Ziyan thought for a while, and sold the paper to the few merchants outside the city that Zhu Bingliang said. The price was a little lower than that in the city, but fortunately, he sold it and got back some of his capital.

After emptying the warehouse of the paper mill, Jiang Ziyan began to concentrate on improving papermaking technology.

In the past, paper was made of hemp material, which is not as tough as bamboo, and it is easier to handle the material.

After carefully reading the detailed process of making paper from bamboo in the encyclopedia, he drew a simple diagram and got up to the west of the city.

After arriving at the paper mill, Jiang Ziyan asked a few veterans to free up their hands and start making paper according to the steps he said.

Making paper from bamboo also requires lime to be boiled, but the cooking time is different.The large amount of bamboo that Zhang Qiu had bought before was placed in the pond in the backyard. After soaking for so many days, Jiang Ziyan asked someone to fish some up.

The bamboos that are fished out are young bamboos, the outer layer of blue color has faded, and after being cut off, they are put into wooden barrels and mixed with lime for steaming.

After cooking, it needs to be crushed and mashed, which takes at least half a month.Jiang Ziyan stayed in the paper mill and watched.

In fact, there are strict requirements for bamboo materials for papermaking, among which bamboo is the best.Bamboos such as moso bamboo, carnation, and white bamboo are next.The batch of bamboos that Zhang Qiu collected were all moso bamboos, because moso bamboos grow the most in the land around Linzhou.

In addition, bamboo is also divided into old and young, and both can be used as raw materials for papermaking, but there are differences in the pulping process.

Young bamboo has high water content and is easier to pulp than old bamboo.But also because of the high moisture content, the success rate of obtaining pulp is very low.But it has an advantage, that is, it is split into bamboo slices, soaked in water, boiled with lime, made into pulp and air-dried, and the finished bamboo paper is relatively thick, durable for years, and not easy to suffer from moths and mildew.

This time, Jiang Ziyan took out young bamboos picked from the pond for experimentation, and made three batches of bamboo paper, but the final air-dried paper was always a little different from the ideal.

More than half a month later, Jiang Ziyan also discovered a problem. The bamboo paper of this batch of experiments would corrode and become moldy after being left for more than half a month. He always felt that something went wrong in some step.

Jiang Ziyan has been spending time in the paper mill trying to solve this problem.They go there after eating in the morning, eat a big pot meal with the workers at noon, and come back at night when it gets dark.

The other workers in the paper mill didn't know what he was doing, they just thought he was here for inspection.They had never seen such a hardworking and kind boss, and they all praised him for his lack of airs.

At the end of August, Jiang Ziyan, the most successful bamboo paper technique, still failed to experiment.It was already the end of the month, and it was time for the students of Bailu Academy to take a rest.

In the two days at the end of the month, if I go home, I am afraid that I will spend all my time on the road.

Lin Zhao was still brightly lit after school and the day was still long, so he went back to the dormitory directly after eating.

Chen Mian didn't have dinner with them at night, so when he returned to the dormitory, he saw Lin Zhao packing up, so he asked, "Third Brother, why are you packing up?"

Lin Zhao said calmly, "Go home."

Chen Mian was shocked, "Even if your family lives in Fucheng, it will take a day to go back down the mountain from here by car, right? I will leave tomorrow morning and arrive tomorrow evening. Stay at home for a day, and leave the night after tomorrow at the latest. I will catch a night trip the next morning. You can only go to the academy. Then what do you do when you have classes during the day? Are you not sleepy?"

In fact, during the two days of vacation at the end of the month, except for those who are very close to go home, they generally do not go back.

"Well, I know. I'm going to leave tonight."

"Tonight? In such a hurry, have you rented the carriage yet?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready."

Seeing that he was determined to go back, Chen Mian didn't say anything, but said to Yang Su who was changing clothes, "Brother, don't you want to go home?"

Yang Su said neither indifferently nor indifferently: "I won't return."

"Brother, you're so kind, I'm lucky to have you by my side during the long night of these two days, ohhhh~"

Yang Su was disgusted by his contrived girl chirping tone, picked up the tub, put on his clothes and went out.They stay here, and they need to tidy up their rooms and wash their clothes on weekdays.

Jiang Ziyan is aware of the practice of Bailu Academy, such as one day off in the middle of each month and two days off at the end of each month.When Lin Zhao took a day off half a month ago, someone sent a letter saying that he would go back this month.

Jiang Ziyan asked Wang Daqiao to come to pick him up in advance in a carriage, and the carriage was waiting at the foot of the mountain.

When Lin Zhao went back this time, it was the first time he had been separated from his family, especially Jiang Ziyan and Lin Xing, for too long. He didn't feel very safe, and he didn't trust Lin Xing, so he wanted to go back and have a look.Secondly, he also wanted to ask Mr. Cen for some advice.

Although he has always been confident in himself when it comes to reading, after all, he has made a bet with others, and what should be consolidated and made up is still to consolidate his studies.Even if he lost the bet, he could still come back to study with his master after dropping out, but after all, he was young and energetic, and he was afraid of losing face, embarrassing Jiang Ziyan and his master.

Jiang Ziyan didn't know about the bet between Lin Zhao and Shi Maocai. He stayed in the paper mill every day, so he had very few chances to know about it.

But I couldn’t hold back this matter, like a kite that came off the string, it floated all over the city in an instant. I don’t know what happened, it spread in the circles of scholars all over the city. They also made a bet that whoever loses will drop out of the academy.

On the way home from the west of the city, Jiang Ziyan heard about it.He has always had confidence in his own children, but when he heard that the content was fighting poetry, he couldn't calm down.He knew very well that Lin Zhao was actually not good at composing poetry, at least not at present.

Seeing Lin Zhao after returning home, Jiang Ziyan always felt that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight after a month. He wanted to say a few impulsive and willful words about him, but he didn't say it, and he cooked for him twice. a side dish.

But he was still very worried. After eating, he thought twice and went to Lin Zhao's room.

"Azhao, what's the matter with you agreeing to fight poetry with others this time? I think it's spread all over the city. What if you—"

Lin Zhao didn't need to think about it to know that Shi Maocai, that idiot, asked someone to pass it on. Didn't he just want everyone to see how embarrassed he was when he lost?

"Brother, don't worry, I'm confident." Lin Zhao cut him off.

"But it's one thing to have confidence, another thing to have accumulated knowledge."

"Brother, you have to trust me. At this time, if others don't encourage me, do you want to hit me?" Lin Zhao said, looking a little pitiful.

"No no, I didn't mean that. I was worried—"

Seeing his nervous look, Lin Zhao suddenly smiled, stepped forward to hug him and said, "Don't worry, trust me."

For some reason, Jiang Ziyan felt that these words were very magical, which instantly soothed his worried emotions.

After dinner the next morning, Lin Zhao went to the wing of the west courtyard to look for Master Cen.

One of Lin Zhao's great advantages is that he absorbs knowledge very quickly, and quickly digests it and transforms it into his own things for his use.He is like a sponge, constantly absorbing the water of knowledge, gradually growing, and no one knows what his current level of poetry is.

It's just that Master Cen had a smile on his face when he came out from Mr. Cen before returning to the academy, looking very relieved.

At this time, not only the circle of scholars in Fucheng knew about Dou Shi, but the news even reached the ears of the chief examiner of the last courtyard examination.

The chief examiner was Cui Chang, the new magistrate of Linzhou. Fu Yuan, the former magistrate of Linzhou, left for Beijing one month before the start of the college examination because of the sudden transfer from the capital. The whole family, including Fu Ling, went there.

Because he left in a hurry, Jiang Ziyan was not in Fucheng at the time, and Fu Ling left in a hurry before he could say hello. Even the college exams were taken in the capital.

Cui Chang had read the answer sheet of Lin Zhaofu's exam, and because he felt pity for this talent, he specially suppressed his ranking.

Originally, there was nothing unusual about fighting poetry this time, but because one of the people fighting poetry was the second scholar in this year's college examination, and the other was the third scholar in the previous year, everyone's interest was instantly aroused.

Cui Chang had just finished listening to the report of the official under his command. This official was familiar with him, and his speech was a lot more casual.

"My lord, I heard that one of the scholars who competed in poetry this time was the second in talent and the other in third place. This is wonderful. Our Linzhou has not had such a literary style for many years. It is really courageous. As soon as your lord comes, the culture of Linzhou has become much stronger."

Everyone loves to hear good things. Cui Chang smiled and asked, "There is such a thing? Do you know who it is?"

"I heard that one is Lin Zhao and the other is Shi Maocai, and they are both students of Bailu Academy."

Cui Chang was surprised when he heard Lin Zhao's name, and then said: "So it's them! This Shi Maocai should be from the previous class, I don't have any impression. This Lin Zhao is worth seeing."

"Oh? I'm looking forward to hearing what the adults mean?"

"This son's writing is amazing and talented, and his poems are not bad. It's just that I heard that he didn't study for a long time, so I specially suppressed his ranking. I didn't expect that he would compete with others in poetry."

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