Shangguan Yi flipped through the scroll in his hand and wrote about the future development direction of the village, which is also the direction of wealth.
Some people say that Zhang Yang is a philistine. Zhang Yang loves Qian Shanjia, but he will not interfere too much in business matters in the village. Zhang Yang is not very proficient and good at running businesses. From his extensive
This can be seen in the way it operates.
Compared to other businessmen, His Highness the King of Wei managed these businesses in an orderly manner.
Zhang Yang is better at construction, and his management and development plans for the village are particularly interesting. According to Zhang Yang, this kind of planning and development is centered on business, and the development of a place that can make the villagers prosperous.
These strategies and plans are rarely recorded in classics. This is knowledge that has never been exposed before, and a rare management method.
Since ancient times, there have been merchants who bought and sold here and there, such as Lu Buwei and others whose names are recorded in history.
A person who buys and sells goods is a merchant. Ordinary merchants rarely stay in one place for a long time. They often travel here and there.
He would not spend all his family wealth to build a place like Zhang Yang. Building his so-called industry is a rare way of doing business or doing business.
From the moment he came here, he had been doubting. What kind of place did he want to turn this place into? Was he already planning to know the direction, or was he just groping for it himself? Shangguan Yi slowly put down the book in his hand and closed his eyes to think.
for a long time.
In the early morning, groups of soldiers and horses came from a distance all the way towards Lishan Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Shimin rode his horse in front, followed by Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong.
An arrow missed and accurately hit a galloping deer. Li Shimin had a smile on his face.
Changsun Wuji whispered from the side: "Your Majesty, Shangguan Yi refused."
The smile was still there, Li Shimin smiled and said: "I understand."
Not showing any emotion or anger, and not knowing what His Majesty was thinking, Changsun Wuji dismounted in frustration and asked the guards to bring the deer that His Majesty had shot down.
Changsun Wuji had a straight face. He didn't know what was going on recently, and he had more and more troubles.
In Chang'an City, Zhang Yang was very busy. He was very embarrassed and his clothes were dirty and looked slovenly. He filtered the pulp through a sieve again, spread the pulp on the wooden board, and let it sit in the sun, waiting for the paper to take shape.
[A book-chasing app recommended to me by an old book friend I have known for ten years, the Changyuan app! It is so easy to use. I rely on it to pass the time by reading and listening to books while driving and before going to bed. You can download huanyuanapp here. 】
"My husband will definitely succeed." Li Yue held a bowl of brown sugar water and took a sip.
The color of the pulp this time is whiter, because some plant ash is added for cooking, in order to remove impurities and dissolve the wood to better separate the fibers.
Li Yue sat next to her husband, and the couple basked in the sun together. The warm sunshine made people feel very comfortable.
I was woken up by a gust of cold wind from my nap, and it was already evening when I woke up.
Zhang Yang immediately took a look at the condition of the dried pulp. He took a palm-sized piece of pale yellow paper off the board, looked at it, and laughed loudly: "Daughter-in-law, we are going to make a fortune. We are going to make a fortune."
Already."
Li Yue, who was still sleeping, slowly opened her eyes and saw Zhi standing up, "Success?"
Looking at the smile on the husband's face, he also smelled the paper carefully, as if he was smelling money.
The setting sun stretched the figure's silhouette very long, and the couple stood together. Li Yue whispered: "This paper seems to be thicker than the previous paper."
"When you spread out the paper pulp and let it dry, just make it thinner. It looks a little loose, and then you can use it by pressing it. It's much stronger than what we used before."
There are still papers left in the toilet at home. Those papers are as soft as a piece of cloth and will break if pulled with a little force. The paper in my hand is as tough as a leaf.
The texture of printing paper and writing paper are different, especially in terms of ink.
Because movable type printing uses simple clamps to press the words on, tougher paper is needed to withstand the pressure.
After brushing the ink, put the paper in, close the clamp and open it, take out the paper, look at the ink marks on it, there is still some ink leaching out between the writing strokes.
Li Yue frowned and said, "The ink has spread out. Did you use too much ink?"
"The range of loose ink is not large because the paper has not been completely dried. One day in late autumn is not enough, and it must be stored in a dry environment." Zhang Yang put down the paper and recorded the results of this experiment, "
After that, we need to arrange a house that is kept dry and where the cattle can go and get ready.”
The paper still smells a little grassy, and it will be fine after drying for a while.
Li Yue frowned and said: "Would it be better to dry it directly? It will only take two days to dry it."
Zhang Yang took a sip of tea and let out a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his body, and he felt much more relaxed.
Paper can only be dried during the day, which will easily affect the output. If you choose the drying method, you don't have to worry about day and night, and the production can be much faster.
Li Yue started experimenting as soon as she had an idea. She had a soft spot for doing experiments, and it had been a long time since her last waterwheel experiment.
There was a bonfire in the yard, and the paper pulp was dried on wooden racks.
The couple was having dinner, and Li Yue watched the little bear lying next to the bonfire, enjoying the warmth of the flames.
"Today Aunt Wang said that the Queen Mother has returned to the palace first and will come to visit us tomorrow."
"Then get ready tomorrow."
Li Yue picked up a piece of chicken and chewed it hard.
After the meal, the couple looked at the night sky and chatted. Zhang Yang told stories about his childhood, while his parents watched him read.
Whether now or in the future, things in ordinary families will be similar.
They are all stories about daily necessities.
Let Li Yue hold his arm and lean on his shoulder, everyone has their childhood, and their childhood memories are a bit silly, but also very bright and innocent.
Li Yue's childhood was different. She had lived in a deep palace since she was a child. She was too weak to play like ordinary children, so she almost always fed her children with medicinal soup.
There were only dim palaces in her childhood, and apart from these, it was almost a blank.
"Is it fun to throw sandbags?" Li Yue suddenly asked.
"That's a kid's game."
"Then I want to play too."
"I'll make a few for you when I have time."
"Um."
I looked at the drying paper pulp and saw that there were bulges on the solidified paper pieces, and there were also many fallen pieces, and each piece of paper was incomplete.
Li Yue frowned and tore off a piece.
Zhang Yang thought about it, "If it is too close to the fire and the temperature is too high, the pulp will naturally bulge like boiling water, and the fibers will harden quickly and cannot keep up with the drying speed of the pulp."
Li Yue was silent for a long time as she thought about what happened to the pulp during drying.
They all turned into scraps of paper and fell off when the wind blew.
Seeing the frustrated look on her face, Zhang Yang said calmly: "There are always failures on the way to success."
Li Yue looked regretful and said, "Think of another solution."
"We encourage each other."
"I want to have a midnight snack." Li Yue raised her chin and said.
"Wash up and go to bed early, otherwise you will become a little fat man." Zhang Yang decisively rejected her request. My wife is good at drinking. If she becomes a fat woman after eating, she will drink wine and act like a drunken man with a red face. She will be really crazy.
What would happen if Zhang Fei were still alive?
"Tomorrow, we have to get up early and clean up the house." Zhang Yang warned again, but the response was her closing the door.
Eating late night snacks is not a good habit, so we must not let her do it.
In the early morning, the city of Chang'an, which had been silent all night, came to life again.
Zhang Yang got up early and started to clean up the house. Zhang Yang swept the yard.
Li Yue was tidying up her home and found very strange drawings in her husband's room. Could it be that her husband secretly drew them every night? What is this notched handle? Why does this rivet look so weird?
Aunt Wang and Aunt Yang also came early to help. Her Royal Highness's happiness is their biggest motivation.
By noon, the house was tidied up, and just when it was time to have lunch, the queen also arrived.
Along with the queen came several palace maids, bringing some silks and palace food.
Seeing the queen, Li Yue obediently saluted, "Mother."
There were wrinkles in the corners of Empress Changsun's eyes when she smiled, and the two of them sat down holding hands, "I thought that during this autumn hunt, my mother wanted to go to the fief to see you, but I didn't expect that you would stay at home and just come back."
Li Yue had a smile on her face, "My mother is very worried."
After arranging Li Yue's bun and looking at her eyebrows, Empress Changsun whispered: "Your child Xi Jing definitely doesn't want to stay in the noisy Lishan Mountain."
Then he looked at Zhang Yang who was standing aside. Empress Changsun was sitting upright, "I heard that you and your wife often go to the Imperial College?"
Li Yue nodded and said: "It's all my father's orders. My daughter and husband also like reading."
"It doesn't matter." Empress Changsun nodded, "As long as you two can live well, my mother will feel relieved. If you need anything on weekdays, just tell the palace."
"Everything in the house is made by my husband, and there is nothing missing. There is some bacon at home, so my mother should take it with her when she leaves."
Empress Changsun said with emotion: "Those members of the clan will also ask for it from the palace, as well as those married princesses or your father's brothers."
Looking at this small courtyard, Queen Changsun sighed, "Not to mention you and your wife living a life of poverty, you have never asked for half of the money from the palace, and you always send some food to the palace."
Li Yue smiled and lowered her head, "I don't know if my father and mother like it or not. They are all made at home."
"I like it. Your father can't live without that bite of salted pork these days. He can't eat without it."
Hearing this, Li Yue had another smile on her face.
Empress Changsun said again: "Your father always said that Zhang Yang was a loser, but he is good at food."
Li Yue heard this and looked at Zhang Yang, "My husband has been studying these days, and he has gained a lot of insights recently."
His daughter-in-law spoke for him, Zhang Yang blushed and said to himself, Li Shimin, you can't treat other people's dreams as a sign of being hopeless. Does letting your family live a good life mean that you are worthless? It doesn't make sense.
Empress Changsun held Li Yue's hand and said, "When you and your wife have children in the future, you must tell your mother and she will make clothes for your children."
"Thank you, Queen Mother." Li Yue said with a smile.
Seeing her eyes full of agility and vitality, Queen Changsun felt the warmth of Li Yue's palms. These small hands were still cold, "How are you?"
"I haven't been sick for a long time." Li Yue glanced at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang walked aside and started busy making today's lunch. His wife was still chatting with the queen, and she didn't know what they were talking about. The two of them laughed softly from time to time.
After the meals were prepared, which were all simple home-cooked dishes, Queen Changsun left after finishing the meal.
After confirming that the person had left, Zhang Yang quickly closed the courtyard door and took out a bucket of paper pulp hidden in the utility room at home. "Hurry up and make some noise before it gets too late."
Take out a large wooden board, put the paper pulp on it, like cloth and silk, let the one-foot-long paper pulp dry like this, and then cut it when it becomes paper.
Zhang Yang was whittling wood and planning to make a few more paper wooden frames.
After washing the dishes quickly, Li Yue also sat aside to help pick out the wood treasures, "The elm wood sent by the palace has not been used yet."
"Those elm wood has another use, it can be used to make furniture."
"Then keep it for now." Li Yue put the arranged wood aside and sat quietly beside him, whittling the wood.
"How are the arrangements for the children in the village?"
"The cotton is not enough. When the cotton arrives next time, I can make the quilt my husband mentioned."
…
The couple chatted and discussed their future plans.
The little bear likes the smell of wood very much. He has no resistance to this smell at all. He lies down next to the wood chips and buries his head in them and doesn't move.
Li Yue used a small wooden hammer to hit the rivets and join the wooden frames together.
The couple worked late into the night, and by the next day, the yard was lined with shelves lined with paper pulp to dry.
As soon as he took out a foot of paper and cut it neatly, Li Yue sharpened his ink and picked up his pen to write, "Well, this time the ink will not scatter."
After taking a look at her handwriting, my daughter-in-law's handwriting was pleasing to the eye, and it was Mr. Ouyang Xun's regular script.
Combined with her elegant writing, she created a unique style.
The paper is still very rough and pale yellow, and you can see some particles on the paper, which were left behind when lime was used to remove impurities.
It is thicker than the rice paper used in the Tang Dynasty today. Rice paper has good ink moisturizing properties. The paper is soft but the price is very high. Ordinary people will not consider it at all. It is only used by the rich and powerful.
Even the wealthy households in Chang'an City still use mulberry paper.
The storage and use of mulberry paper is not as good as that of rice paper.
If you want to seize Datang's paper market, you must beat mulberry and linen paper in terms of quality in the cheap paper market, and you must beat rice paper in price to fill the vacancies in Datang's paper market.
Whether it is mulberry paper or rice paper, the production process of these papers is complicated and takes too long.
Soaking in water to dissolve wood and extract fiber takes time, ranging from five to six months to prepare raw materials, and as short as three months.
Under the action of alkali or lime, the process of dissolving wood can be accelerated a lot. This is the benefit of knowledge, and it is also the secret to making pulp in a short time, and the way to make a fortune.
Good things need to be cheap. Just buying paper can easily lead to a run on the market. It is always a good idea to be on the safe side. Zhang Yang walked into Li Yue's room and rummaged through her bookshelf.
"What are you looking for!" Li Yue's sinister words came from behind.
"Where did you put the Red Mansions volume?"
Her boudoir is her forbidden space, and in the two years since her marriage, there have been more and more secrets in her room.