In a while!

The mud-like wood has been completely melted into the water and turned into white muddy water.

Seeing this, the carpenter and craftsman held the bamboo curtain and began to swing the water.

The white liquid rippled on the bamboo curtain and filtered the residue, gradually forming a layer of Jing paper film on the bamboo curtain.

Ying Ziye carefully taught on the side: "Repeat the action of scooping water and lifting the bamboo curtain."

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

"Remember, the paper that is copied lightly will be too thin, and the paper that is copied heavyly will be too thick!"

"Here!"

The carpenters and workers looked closely at the bamboo curtains in their hands and the pure white Jing paper film that began to appear on the bamboo curtains.

Before coming here, the county magistrate and the officials and yamen runners told them that this time they were working for the Eighth Prince and that they were rewarded for completing the work.

Now there are eight young masters who are teaching carefully, of course they dare not neglect and gather all their attention to do things seriously.

Ying Ziye looked at the complete shape of the Jing paper film on the bamboo curtain, nodded slightly and said, "Step 5, cover the curtain and press the paper!"

"Put the bamboo curtain that has been pulped over the pressing board, then remove the bamboo curtain, and this layer of paper film will fall on the board."

"In this way, repeat the steps of swelling and covering the curtains to make thousands of wet paper stack, and then add wooden boards to it to squeeze out most of the water."

“What is a press board?”

The carpenter asked in confusion.

Slap sex!

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

"The pressing board is a wooden board that is molded into this paper, and of course it can also be pressed with iron and copper boards."

Ying Ziye explained.

The carpenter and craftsman suddenly realized and began to put the paper mold swept from the bamboo curtain on the press board.

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

"Okay, just make these first, don't need too much."

As he said that, Ying Ziye asked someone to cover another press board.

The paper mold was wet and began to seep water and drip.

"It's almost done, wait for an hour or two before seeing you."

"Everyone can go down and have a meal and rest first."

"Here!"

The carpenters and workers were relieved when they heard this.

It took about an hour.

Everyone came to the backyard again.

"Step 6, roast it through heat!"

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

"The equipment for baking paper is made of earthen bricks to form a lane. Fire is generated in the lane. After the temperature of the earthen bricks rises, the wet paper is placed on and dried. After drying, it will be peeled and turned into paper."

The carpenters nodded when they heard this.

"The Eighth Prince, there are no bricks in the government office to siege the alley."

The county magistrate is right.

"I know this."

Ying Ziye smiled and said helplessly: "So you have to use this big tripod."

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

As the flames of fire burned and heated the cauldron, steam gradually emerged from the cauldron.

The wet paper is constantly free from moisture and becomes dry in the scorching cauldron.

Ying Ziye watched from the side.

When the time is right, he slapped the cauldron, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept through the strong wind. The breeze lifted the papers in the cauldron and fell into his hands.

As white as clouds, as smooth as jade.

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

Ying Ziye showed a faint smile on his face.

The carpenter and worker looked at the white paper thin in his hands, and couldn't help but exclaimed that he was ingenious.

The county magistrates held the white paper in their hands and rubbed them with their fingers. They felt that the touch was so smooth and gentle, just like a woman's slender jade hand.

"This thing is really incredible, like a gentle and gentle lady with her fingers that are not touched by spring water!"

The county magistrates were amazed.

At this time, Ying Ziye asked Jian Jiu to bring a pen and ink ink, grind the ink, and pick up the pen and dip it ink on the white paper and write.

"Blank paper can record words and easily write them on them."

"In this way, you can write words without the need for precious silk cloth, or engrave words on bamboo sheets and then write them, and then compile them into bamboo slips."

"The Eighth Master is really a god!"

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

He really didn't know why Ying Ziye was able to create such a magical thing!

This thing is so lightweight, not as heavy as bamboo slips, and compared with silk cloth, the production method is also simple and does not require too much money.

"As soon as this thing comes out, I'm afraid that in the eyes of scholars all over the world, the Eighth Master can be called a saint!"

The county magistrate exclaimed.

Most of the texts recorded in daily life are made of bamboo slips. Not only are they not difficult, but they are also relatively heavy. When you hold them in your hands, you feel sore. If you carry them, it will be even more difficult. You need a carriage box, etc.

But white paper is much lighter.

"modesty!"

Ying Ziye smiled.

night!

Ying Ziye, Yuan Tiangang and others, led by bad people, came to the black market of Chenjun County City, lightning.

The black market is located on a mountain ten miles away from Chenjun County.

On the mountain, there is an altar of the Nine Lords.

The Nine Lords are the day masters, the moon masters, the hour masters, the soldiers masters, etc.

Among them, the leader of the soldiers is Chiyou!

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the moonlight falls along the gaps between the leaves.

Around the Nine Main Ornaments are stalls.

There are many figures, each with a black veil on his head, covering his true face.

Ying Ziye also brought 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 and pasted it in front of the stall.

The items sold in the stalls are white paper, which can be written and painted on the white paper. The paper is smooth, light and convenient.

I am original, there is only one number in the world!

"You sell white paper. White paper can write words. Compared with silk and bamboo slips, it is not only cheaper, but also thinner, and easy to carry!"

Ying Ziye shouted loudly.

Business, you have to shout, and you have to shout loudly!

White paper?!

The people who came and went around were stunned when they heard this strange name.

What is paper and what is paper?!

Driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but look at the stall where Ying Ziye was.

I saw a pile of snow-white objects neatly placed on the stall. There was a piece of white paper written on it with iron hooks and silver paintings in front of the stall.

The people who came and went around one after another, curiously reached out and picked up a piece of white paper, touched it gently, feeling smooth as if the girl was gentle.

He looked at the paper with the words on the side again, and was even more surprised.

"In addition to bamboo slips and silk cloth, there are actually things that can write words in this world, and it is so light, it is really incredible!"

Everyone was amazed.

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

Several people were moved on the spot and prepared to take down the blank paper.

Ying Ziye smiled and stretched out a finger.
Chapter completed!