Chapter 132: Papermaking Improvement, Qianjin City Bones and Craftsman Scholars
After walking out of the side hall, Shulot called the warrior captain and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Bertard nodded cautiously. He left two loyal guard warriors behind and gave them careful instructions in case of emergency.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly and walked to the paper-making place next to him.
There are several houses arranged in a circle at the papermaking place. In the middle of the houses is a wide square. It turned out that this should be a small garden, and there are still traces of flowers and leaves.
At this time, the flowers in the garden have been removed, and various papermaking raw materials are soaked in the pond in the corner. Some workers are turning over and checking. Crushed pulp is distributed in the papermaking tank, and some workers are carefully making paper evenly. The surrounding areas
The walls are covered with dried yellow-gray paper, and the ground is spread with a lot of light yellow paper pulp that has been exposed to sunlight. In the houses of different sizes, the big doors are open, while the small ones are closed. Occasionally, there are
Lock.
Shulot paused for a moment. He looked at the sky, and the sun was shining brightly. Then, he lowered his head and inspected the pulp on the ground. Under the exposure of the sun, the pulp had turned into a light white color.
Looking at everything in front of him, the young man was silent. Alarmed by the warriors accompanying His Highness, the middle-aged person in charge of the papermaking department hurried over. As he walked, he waved his hands to the left and right, and the craftsmen around him knelt down obediently, and at the same time greeted His Highness.
salute.
The alliance's real large-scale papermaking workshop is in the crafting center in the north, which is just a small papermaking place. The Shenqi Institute was newly built, and according to His Highness's arrangement, a papermaking group was also established. The leader of the group was dispatched from the papermaking workshop.
His name was Trazoca, and he sounded like he was of noble blood.
Trazocca knelt down on one knee and performed the courtesy of a noble. Then, he raised his head carefully and saw that His Highness' expression was calm, showing no emotion or anger. He had something on his mind, so he lowered his head again, feeling uneasy.
"Tlazoca, how are the recent developments in your papermaking department?"
Shulot smiled slightly and asked.
"Your Highness, we have made a new breakthrough recently!"
Trazocca looked happy. He pointed at the paper pulp exposed to the sun and said with a smile.
"According to His Highness's instructions, as long as the pulp is exposed to the sun on the ground, it will gradually turn white. The same is true for the paper made!"
Then, Trazocca pointed to the water tank not far away.
"Your Highness, we also discovered that as long as the viscous juice of the cactus is added to the pulp liquid in the sink, the paper will become even, flat and smooth. It is truly a gift from the patron saint!"
Hearing this, Shulot was slightly confused. He was not sure about the role of cactus mucus in papermaking. However, since it was proved to be effective, he would implement it based on practical experience.
In fact, this is the secret of ancient papermaking, paper medicine. Paper medicine is made from the leaves and rhizome sap of many plants, such as elm bark, hollyhock, cactus, wild grape, kiwi vine and sand pine roots. Different paper medicines
will have different effects.
But in general, the most important functions of paper medicine are two points: First, it makes the paper surface smooth and smooth. Paper medicine can be combined with paper to evenly suspend the plant fibers in the pulp. This treatment can improve the appearance of the paper.
The surface absorption of paper is replaced by better pressing and gluing technology in modern papermaking technology. Secondly, it prevents wet paper from adhering. This is used in large-scale papermaking. When thousands of wet papers are stacked,
Only after adding paper medicine will it not stick together.
In this era, good paper must have good paper quality. After it is made, it will feel soft to the touch, have bright ink color, and will not turn gray like coarse paper.
Hulot recalled the white paper he had seen at the engraving office. He nodded slightly and expressed his approval to the person in charge. Then, he continued to wait for a while, but Terrazzoca said nothing.
The young man looked at Terrazzoca who was kneeling again, who also looked at him expectantly.
"Your Highness, are you satisfied with your previous promise..."
Shulot frowned slightly. He asked in a deep voice.
"Tlazoca, I heard that you recently produced a batch of white paper?"
The middle-aged person in charge's face changed slightly. He quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully.
"Your Highness, it's true. The white paper is in the west room. It's just that this batch of white paper was made by accident. We want to repeat it, but we can't grasp the trick for the moment. After a few days, we will be able to succeed, and we will report to you later.
Your Highness announces the good news!"
Hulot thought for a moment. He remembered the pungent smell on the white paper, and then thought of what Aquila had mentioned, and he felt doubtful. When he spoke again, he was a little harsh.
"Telazoca! How did you make that batch of white paper? Didn't you record it? Which craftsmen were involved in the production? Call them all!"
Trazoca suddenly felt sweat on his forehead. He tried to keep calm, named several craftsmen, and then called them over.
Shulot ignored it. He directly stretched out his hand and pointed at the two craftsmen kneeling by the sink.
"You, you, come here!"
The craftsmen looked at each other and hurriedly got up and rushed over. Then they glanced at the person in charge who was kneeling on the ground and knelt down again.
"How were the latest batch of white paper made?!" Shulot asked seriously.
The craftsmen lowered their heads and hesitated, all looking at the middle-aged person in charge on the ground. Seeing this obvious scene, Trazoca collapsed to the ground in despair.
Hulot felt anger rising in his heart. He looked at the guards around him, and immediately a warrior pushed Trazoka to the ground. Two other elite warriors took off the war sticks from their backs and walked to the craftsmen.
The craftsmen immediately fell to the ground in fear, and spoke quickly one after another in fear.
"Your Highness. Yesterday afternoon, Sipack took out a batch of very white paper and wanted to present it to you. But you didn't come later."
"After Lord Trazocca saw it, he went over to talk to him about something, and then the two argued about something. Sipack dropped the white paper and ran away, while Trazocca took away the batch of white paper and said
Research..."
"Sipak? Where are they?!" Shulot asked again.
The craftsmen hesitated for another moment. They glanced at the warrior beside them and then at the person in charge who was lying limply on the ground. Then one pointed to the east and the other spoke in a low voice.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Sipak came early in the morning and was locked in the east hut by Lord Trazoca."
Shulot waved his hand, and several warriors went forward together to break open the hut in the east corner. Not long after, they slipped out a young craftsman whose hands and feet were tied with hemp rope and his mouth was stuffed with rough paper. This craftsman's eyes were sharp,
The facial features are pleasing to the eye.
The young man looked at the warrior captain. Bertard nodded, took out the copper ax, and in the horrified eyes of the young craftsman, accurately split the sisal rope between his hands and feet, and took out the thick yellow paper from the craftsman's mouth.
His hands and feet were free again, and Sipack's whole body felt loose and soft. He collapsed on the ground and rested for a while, staring intently at Trazoca, who was also paralyzed on the ground. Then, the young craftsman took a peek at the clothes on Xiulote's body.
The clothes were in good shape, and he quickly knelt down respectfully.
"Are you Sipack?" His Highness's voice was cold and majestic.
"Your Highness, I am Queen Priest, Sipac of Tenochtitlan."
The young craftsman answered seriously.
After becoming a priest, he was reduced to a craftsman... Shulot pondered slightly and continued to ask questions.
"Sipak, did you send the white paper to the engraving office?"
Hearing this, Trazoca's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Sipack fiercely, while the other party was trembling slightly.
"Yes, Your Highness. I heard that you will come to inspect today, so I came early in the morning and handed over another batch of paper that I had saved in advance to Uncle Aquila. He said that the quality of this batch of white paper was excellent, and he promised to let me
Your Highness, you see."
Hearing this, Shulot's eyes narrowed. He recalled Aquila's ordinary face and those quiet and steady eyes.
"How was that batch of white paper made?" Shulot asked the most important point.
"Fumigation with the steam generated by the burning of the Stone of the Dead. It will turn white after a while." Sipack did not hesitate and directly told the biggest secret. At this time, being pinned to the ground, Trazoca finally heard the result that he had been unable to ask yesterday.
, but his face was pale.
The boy closed his eyes and meditated. Sulfur burned to form sulfur dioxide. Sulfur dioxide is used for bleaching and combines with colored substances to form unstable colorless substances. That's it!
Wanting to understand this, Xiu Luote nodded. Then, he looked at Sipack again.
"What happened between you and Trazoca yesterday and today?"
Sipack gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists and replied angrily.
"Your Highness, you promised a large reward for the improvement of paper. Everyone held their breath and studied hard. I was the first to find out how to add cactus juice to the paper pulp, and then Trazocca took it away. Then I
I also found a way to bleach the paper and hid it this time. I just took out the white paper yesterday and prepared to report it to you face to face during your inspection."
"As a result, I was targeted by Trazocca again. Yesterday, after you left, he questioned me again. This time I just said that I discovered it by chance, then threw down the paper and ran away quickly."
"Early this morning, I first concealed myself, entered the Shenqi Temple through a side door, and handed another batch of white paper to Uncle Aquila. Then, as soon as I arrived at the papermaking office, I was beaten by a special person who had been prepared for it.
Lazorca and several craftsmen captured me and locked me up in a house until you released me... Lazorca wants to take the reward you promised alone!"
Hearing this, Trazoca became more and more frightened. He twisted on the ground and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness, that's not it! I finally disclosed all these methods to the craftsmen. I did not hinder the great cause of the alliance and did not affect the production of paper! As the person in charge, I also have credit for these improvements. I just should receive more.
Reward..."
All the clues are clear, and the remaining details are irrelevant.
Shulot closed his eyes, furious anger burning in his heart: the scientific research system that he had high hopes for was soon infiltrated by the aristocratic bureaucracy, so that the researchers were exploited and unwilling to disclose the results of scientific research.
, technological progress is hindered! This is an unforgivable crime!
A moment later, when Shulot opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Bertard!"
The warrior commander bowed and waited for orders, his expression calm.
"Tlazoka's destruction of the divine revelation is an unforgivable crime, and he will beheaded immediately!"
Shulot said in a deep voice, no disobedience allowed.
Bertard took out the copper ax from his waist without hesitation. He took two steps and walked to Trazocca.
Seeing the approaching warrior bronze axe, Trazoka shouted in despair and fear, and his voice changed its tone.
"Your Highness, Your Highness! I am a hereditary noble queen! I am willing to abandon my post and leave! Spare me..." Then the words stopped abruptly.
The warrior commander stretched out his thick left hand and strangled Trazoka's throat forcefully, like a turkey. Then, he made a few gestures on the person in charge's neck to find the best soft spot.
Then, he turned sideways to avoid the blood that was about to spurt. Finally, he steadily raised the copper ax in his right hand and suddenly dropped it with force until it cut into the soil.
Bright red shot out, accompanied by a shrill scream. Bertard looked up in confusion, and it turned out to be Sipack, who had fallen to the ground in fear.
The young craftsman had been too close just now. He stared at Trazoca's fate, and was sprayed in the face. Then he screamed in fright and collapsed. Now, the tip of his nose and mouth were covered with warm liquid.
, and there was a strong fishy smell. And in his heart, he was filled with Trazoca's last frightened and desperate eyes, as well as the violently contracted pupils in his eyes.
The samurai commander laughed lightly. Then, he grabbed the wet hair on the ground, lifted the head that was still dripping with blood, as if he was carrying a freshly cut pumpkin, and walked back to the young man with a calm expression.
Shulot looked at it calmly, then looked away, and his anger subsided slightly.
"How many more of Trazoca's accomplices are there?"
The craftsmen were already trembling with hands and feet and fell limply to the ground. Upon hearing His Highness's terrifying inquiry, they immediately stretched out their hands and pointed out five craftsmen with pale faces.
Bertard bowed quietly and asked again.
"Your Highness, how should we deal with it?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at the indifferent expressions of the warriors and the fearful waiting expressions of the craftsmen, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. He thought of the common practice of this era.
Rules, and I also think of yesterday’s oath to be a farmer.
After a while, he was no longer silent and spoke calmly, just sighing in his heart.
"All the owl heads! The heads will be hung in front of the door of the Divine Enlightenment Institute and displayed to the public for three days!"
After hearing His Highness's stern order, five elite warriors immediately came out. They took off the copper axes in their hands and skillfully pushed the five people to the ground. Within a moment, there were five pools of blood on the ground again, and five pools of blood.
There was a faceless corpse. Then, the warriors took Bertard's head, picked up the wooden frame and ropes, and headed directly to the gate of the Apocalypse.
The majesty has been established, and the reward is naturally indispensable. Shulot thought for a moment and looked at Sipack who collapsed on the ground.
"Sipak, get up and talk!"
Sipack wiped the blood from his face. He tried hard to get up from the ground, but was unable to do so. In the end, he could only kneel on the ground diagonally, with his head facing the direction of His Highness.
"Sipak, how did you discover these two improved processes for papermaking?"
The young craftsman thought for a while and replied with his whole body trembling.
"Your Highness... I used to be a carpenter, and I remember that cactus sap can change the surface of wood... As for the Stone of the Dead, my father was a war priest. He was killed in the western expedition to Tarasco a few years ago, leaving only
I bought some Stones of the Dead... Later, I failed to become a priest, so I studied these artifacts for a long time..."
Shulot nodded slowly. It seems that these craftsmanship is indeed the original creation of Sipack. After the priest, the craftsman invented... It is really a perfect match for the golden horse bones!
The young man pondered for a moment, remembering his previous promise to improve paper and his ambitious plan. He looked at Sipack again, showing a fateful smile.
"Sipak, you have improved paper and proposed two processes, so I will reward you with double the reward! From today on, you are the master craftsman of the paper made by Shenqi, equivalent to the military noble of the alliance!
The Divine Apocalypse is affiliated with the High Priesthood. Since you are a priest and have a heritage, I will appoint you as a first-level explorer in the Divine Apocalypse. The priesthood is equivalent to a first-level priest!
Next, you will be the person in charge of the papermaking department! As promised, I will recruit a royal warrior from your family as a follower, and reward you with a hundred pieces of cotton, ten hectares of milpa, and a box of gold and silver!"
Hearing this extraordinary promotion and generous reward, Sipack opened his eyes to the maximum, his expression was as sleepwalking, and then he collapsed to the ground again. He had been completely knocked down by the smile of fate, but his heart was still not stopping.
Calculate ground.
The master craftsman is almost a title, the first-level priest is like an official title, and the head of the papermaking department is a position, plus generous land and property. The title, official position, position and wealth, in a moment, he jumped from an ordinary craftsman who was bullied by others to a
The true ruling class of the Alliance!
Shulot looked around at everyone's expressions. The fear on the faces of the craftsmen turned into infinite desire and expectation, and the faces of the elite warriors were also full of envy. The young man nodded silently, this was the atmosphere he wanted.
The goal of such a generous reward is not to Sipack alone, but to the group of craftsmen and priests. First of all, he wants to stimulate the research enthusiasm of the craftsmen, spend a lot of money to promote scientific and technological innovation to the greatest extent. Secondly, he wants to open up the path for the craftsmen to rise.
Road, giving master craftsmen a small number of priests.
And finally, and more importantly, he wanted to take advantage of the turbulent period of the religious reform to establish a branch of craftsmen and scholars among the priests in the name of the Institute of Divine Inspiration!
The priesthood system agreed upon by the high priests is rough and simple, and is divided into five levels. Below the fifth level, there are zero-level deacons, which are also the starting point for all priests. Going up, there are first-level community priests, responsible for the parish, and assistants.
The zero-level assistant priest. The second-level city-state priest controls a large parish and is assisted by several assistants of the same level. The third-level chief priest manages the parish and is assisted by several priests of the same second level.
The fourth-level chief priests step into the priesthood at the center and are in charge of various departments. Locally, they are in charge of the local archdiocese, that is, they are the priests and elders of each state. The eleven states decide on eleven chief priests, and the rest are deputy positions. At present,
The highest fifth-level patriarch is the twelve cardinals and elders in the high priesthood, and the first one is the high priest. The corresponding priesthood has not yet appeared in the local area, and will manage the province in the future.
Currently, Shulot's priesthood is the fourth-level chief priest, who participates in compiling doctrines and formulating religious laws. In addition, the department he is responsible for in the priesthood is the Institute of Inspiration, which is the path of craftsmen and scholars for priests.
That is the scientific research center he planned.
In order to be different from other priests, he specially prepared new five-level priesthood names for the priests of the Apocalypse: first-level explorer, second-level knowledgeable person, third-level wood driller, fourth-level fire bearer, fifth-level
The divine enlightener. The explorer takes the meaning of the flight of a hummingbird. The knowledgeable person focuses on having a wide range of knowledge. The wood driller needs to study hard. The fire bearer delivers the sacred fire. The divine enlightener is himself. Of course, now his priesthood is only
At level four, the fire bearer will temporarily disappear.
Science and technology are the primary productive forces, and his deep hopes are placed in these names: to explore the unknown, gain extensive knowledge, then delve into a certain field, ignite the flames of new technologies, and then become a developer of technology and strengthen the flame of civilization!
This is Shulot's ambition and long-term plan. Not long ago, the young man mentioned this matter in detail to his grandfather.
The high priest nodded calmly and agreed to the establishment of the Shenqi Institute. He did not comment on these names and just said with a smile.
"My son, you have to remember that power always comes from the top, not the other way around."
Shulot was silent for a moment. Then he retorted firmly.
"This is the case now, but it will never be the case in the future. Divine revelation will change our future!"
Hearing this, the high priest looked at the young man's firm expression with satisfaction, but smiled and did not answer.
At this time, Shulot once again thought of his grandfather's meaningful smile. The young man was slightly absent-minded, but then he was as determined as ever. He finally checked the papermaking process, understood all the details, and left with clarity.
Before leaving, Bertard looked at Sipack, who was in a daze, and shook his head secretly. He was highly promoted and unique, and as the first craftsman scholar, his future path would never be easy.
"Of course, the world is like a jungle, and who's path is easy to walk? It's just a matter of splitting the thorns, killing tigers and leopards, and following the sun."
Thinking of this, the warrior commander smiled slightly, then turned around in stride and followed the direction of the sun.
