Being able to get rid of the constraints of the family and try to 'make paper from bamboo' in Chang'an City, thousands of miles away, An Boyi seemed to be enchanted, and his intention to boycott the exam had been decided, so he sent away his teacher and immediately urged.

"Master, can you take me to see the workshop first?"

Zong Xiu had never seen such a diligent person, and said with a smile: "I still want you to rest and rest, since you have brought it up, then I will take you to have a look." ”

At that moment, Zong Xiu explained that Yi was staying at home, taking care of Jin Hu, who seemed to have narcolepsy, and led An Boyi, Jiang Chen, and Jiang Shi to Jiangjia Village.

Along the way, Zong Xiu was in a good mood, and his attitude towards An Boyi turned 180 degrees, constantly shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

After all, in the eyes of Zong Xiu, the current An Boyi is no longer as simple as a student who enters Beijing to take the exam, but a craftsman and master in the professional field!

Since ancient times, craftsmen have been divided into seven levels: slave, apprentice, worker, craftsman, teacher, family, and saint.

But all craftsmen who are exquisite and have reached the realm of 'craftsman' are regarded as treasures. Zong Xiu wants to find a master who can make paper, whether it is Chai Shao or Yan Chengcheng, there is no way, it is difficult to find a craftsman!

And Amber Yi not only knows how to make paper, but also a time-honored brand inherited in Minzhou for a hundred years, maybe it has reached the realm of "master" and "everyone" together with papermaking, which is the treasure of the treasures.

The three-mile-long path soon arrived, and when the four of them walked to the gate of Jiangjia Village, there were young people who guarded the village and greeted them enthusiastically and got out of the way.

An Boyi looked at the endless wall and couldn't help but wonder, "Master, why is this?" Isn't it because your guy here doesn't go out on weekdays? ”

"Haha, Mr. An doesn't know. I call it an 'industrial park', with two gates in the east and west, for the convenience of management. The interior is fully equipped, from food, clothing, housing and transportation, to entertainment and sports. ”

Zong Xiu casually explained his concept of 'industrial park' and led An Boyi to the south of the village.

Papermaking must be inseparable from water.

The south end of the village is Qujiang, and Zong Xiu thought about setting up a paper mill in the south.

Anyway, there was no Environmental Protection Department in this era, and even if the water of the Qujiang River was polluted during the papermaking process, no one cared.

Besides, now papermaking is all handmade, and there are no chemical raw materials, which pollutes a hammer.

At the south end of Jiangjia Village is a flat vacant lot with countless piles of bamboo, and next to it are several proposed wooden factories.

When Zong Xiu came, Jiang Jian was directing more than a dozen middle-aged men to carry bamboo.

"Uncle Jiang, come, I'll introduce you."

Before Zong Xiuren arrived, the voice came out first.

"This is An Boyi and An Gongzi. The heir of a century-old paper merchant in Minzhou. ”

"Gongzi An, this is Uncle Jiang, the general person in charge of our printing house."

"I've seen Uncle Jiang."

An Boyi took the lead and saluted Jiang Lian, and his words and deeds did not have the arrogance of his son.

Jiang Jian said happily: "President, have you found a craftsman who can make paper?" ”

"Hehe, this is called Jiren's own natural appearance. Two days ago, I was still having a headache for the paper-making craftsmen, and today Mr. An delivered it to the door. Uncle Jiang, you can also be idle in the future, and I plan to hand over the paper mill to An Gongzi to manage. ”

After Zong Xiu finished speaking, he pointed to the surrounding venues and said, "Gongzi An, you take a look at how this place is first." ”

Hearing Zong Xiu say that this is a papermaking workshop, An Boyi has a strange face and feels that he is sloppy.

As far as the eye can see, except for a few rooms, there are bamboos all over the ground, nothing to want, no boilers, tools or anything, to make a ghost of paper!

However, Zong Xiu, Jiang Lian, Jiang Chen, and a bunch of people were all staring at him tightly, and An Boyi said embarrassedly: "Master......, are you sure this is a papermaking workshop?"

"That's right."

Zong Xiu understood what An Boyi meant, and sneered: "Didn't you just plan to build it, I didn't prepare anything." You are an expert in papermaking, and if you need anything, just ask. ”

An Boyi sighed: "Master, papermaking is inseparable from water and fire. Fire is fine, but what about water? ”

An Boyi pointed to the southern wall: "There is the Qujiang River in front, but you have set up a wall, how to bring water in?" ”

Jiang Jian said: "Why don't you tear down the wall?" ”

"Demolished? If it's as simple as dismantling, I won't talk about it. ”

Amber explains: "Before making paper, the raw materials need to be soaked. This place is adjacent to the Qujiang River, and soaking is simple, but how to wash the paper? Do you want our fellows to stand in the river and work? It's freezing cold, what should I do if I accidentally encounter an underflow? ”

An Boyi's family is a big paper merchant in Minzhou, and there are more than a dozen large and small papermaking workshops at home.

At that moment, he said, "Master, if you really want to buy a paper-making workshop, the student suggests that this place be expanded. ”

"Dig a pond here and bring in the water of the Qujiang River."

"A blast furnace was built here to boil water."

"There are also raw materials, and you don't have all the raw materials. What is the use of bamboo? Lime, pot mud, firewood, salt, ash, ......"

Although Amber Yi didn't sleep all night, he was full of energy and talked endlessly.

Zong Xiu, Jiang Lian, and Jiang Chen seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, and when they heard the end, even Zong Xiu felt a headache.

As the so-called interlaced lines are like mountains, several people are confused when they hear Amber Yi say a set of professional terms one after another.

The more Amber Yi spoke, the more energetic he became, and in the end, he had to write with pen and ink, while speaking.

Seeing that it was afternoon, An Boyi was still talking, Zong Xiu touched his stomach and asked Jiang Chen to go to the cafeteria to get some food.

Seeing the food, An Boyi was also hungry, but he hadn't eaten a drop of water since morning.

"Master, if you really want to build a paper workshop, these things are necessary, although it costs a lot of money to buy these things, but we are making paper. Even if bamboo paper can't be made, other papers can be made, and it will be a long-term benefit in the future. ”

An Boyi held a large enamel bowl and pulled rice into his mouth, and from time to time pointed to what he had just written with chopsticks.

Zong Xiu and Jiang Chen also ate with bowls.

They don't sit either, they just squat in a circle on the ground where the bamboo is stored. From a distance, it is no different from ordinary dealers, and I don't know that I think it is a few idle people.

"Ugh."

Zong Xiu stretched his neck and swallowed the rice stuck in his throat.

"I'm not worried about the lack of money, now I want a paper mill. In this way, I will give you a permission. ”

"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang."

Zong Xiu got up with the bowl and called loudly to Jiang Lian, who had just finished eating and was going to return the bowl.

Jiang Jian heard the sound and ran over with a bowl again: "What does the president command?" ”

Zong Xiu pointed at An Boyi and said: "In the future, An Gongzi will be the manager of the paper mill, starting with the deputy hall master." You can open a separate account for him from our money cellar, and you don't need to ask me to sign for withdrawals below 5,000 yuan. ”

"Ah......h

Jiang Jian exclaimed, this is an unprecedented treatment.

Since the reconstruction of Jiangjia Village, the silver money earned by the printing house and the new style clothes has been piled up in the specially built money cellar, and there are special guards.

But whether it is to issue monthly money or buy new things, more than 1,000 yuan must be reported to Zong Xiu, and it can only be called after approval.

Fortunately, now that An Boyi has just arrived, he has the privilege of freely withdrawing less than 5,000 yuan of silver without doing anything, and Jiang Lian, who works hard, can't help but whisper: "President, is it too much?" And ......"

Jiang Jian looked at An Boyi and saw that the latter was eating, so he said: "Paper workshop or something, the guy can get it from me, and the monthly money is also sent by me, even if he wants to buy something, just tell me, and the old man will naturally help him buy it." ”

After speaking, Jiang Jian lowered his voice again and said: "It is indispensable to guard against people, we are now short of money, and Gongzi An has such power when he first came, I'm afraid it's not good." ”

"Hehe, what's wrong?" Zong Xiu laughed: "I said a long time ago that 'there is no suspicion of employing people', and you are in charge of the printing factory, and he is in charge of the paper mill, which are two independent departments." If he needs to report everything to you, it is not in line with the philosophy of our World Society. ”

Jiang Jian opened his mouth, and wanted to say something more, but Zong Xiu had already waved his hand: "Don't say more, just do what I tell you." By the way, recently I found someone to dig a pond here, not too deep, ten zhang long, three zhang wide, half a person high. ”

Zong Xiu pointed to the place where Amber Yi planned to dig the pond.

When An Boyi heard that he was going to dig the pond, he got up and said: "Master, the water in this pond needs to be living water, in the opinion of the students, it is better to smash the wall, lead the water of the Qujiang River in, and then dig a low ditch with one side, release the water out, and form a cycle to make good paper." ”

Zong Xiu hesitated slightly, and was about to nod, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed.

Damn, isn't it just the water cycle? What a wall to smash!

"Gongzi An doesn't need to worry, I have my own way."

Zong Xiu thought of a solution, and his face was colorful.

"I don't know what the master does?"

An Boyi hurriedly asked.

Zong Xiu smiled mysteriously: "I can't say it yet." Wait, three or five days as fast as possible, eight or nine days as slow, and a solution will appear. ”

"Forehead ......"

An Boyi's face was abrupt, and Zong Xiu said with a smile: "Anyway, it will take a while for you to prepare the venue and buy tools, so why rush for a while." ”

After Zong Xiu finished speaking, he handed over the dishes and chopsticks to Jiang Chen, asked Jiang Chen to take them to the canteen and returned them, and explained a few words to An Boyi.

"Gongzi An, since you have decided to stay, you can't live without a place. There are a number of newly built residences in the industrial park, which are a little simpler, don't dislike them, I'll let Uncle Jiang take you there later, and pick a room to live in first. ”

"Don't worry about eating or anything. When you are hungry, go to the cafeteria, where meals are served throughout the day, and vegetables, fruits, and meat are readily available. ”

"If you are short of clothes, go to the factory of new clothes and get them, just write down your name."

"If you're bored, we also have a sports venue, and there are activities such as Keju competitions in the middle of every month, so you won't be lonely."

"Haha, I've been working hard for you these days. When you are rested, first build up the paper mill facilities, and talk to Uncle Jiang about the lack of manpower, or you can recruit yourself. ”

In just a few words, An Boyi suddenly found that the master in front of him was not only a learned man full of wealth, but also a good hand in business - the industrial park here can solve the problem of clothing, food, housing and transportation, as if the people who work here will not leave for the rest of their lives.

"Master."

An Boyi stopped Zong Xiu, who was about to leave, with an embarrassed face.

After all, 'making paper from bamboo' is his inner demon, and he was forced by the rules of his ancestors to try it in his hometown. Although he now has a platform for display, he also wants to ask Zong Xiu how he came up with the idea of 'making paper from bamboo', so that he can conclude whether the master in front of him is whimsical or really has eyebrows.

"What? Do you have anything else? ”

Zong Xiu turned around.

An Boyi gritted his teeth and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask Master, how did you come up with the idea of 'making paper from bamboo', did you simply have an idea, or did you have an eyebrow?" ”

"That's it." Zong Xiu smiled: "I just don't want people to continue to hold my lifeline, so I want to make my own paper." ”

"Ah......h

Amber was disappointed.

Zong Xiu said: "But I really read 'paper made of bamboo' in an anonymous codex, so I don't know if it will be successful." ”

"What Codex?" An Boyi hurriedly asked.

Zong Xiu doesn't have any miscellaneous hands, but it's just nonsense, and he doesn't know what papermaking is.

Although Zong Xiu is a science student, his major is advanced physics, and papermaking or something is just boring to look at on weekdays, and after a few glances, he has almost forgotten about it now.

But An Boyi asked, and he couldn't say a word.

Zong Xiu pretended to be sad and said: "It was an anonymous codex that I read when I was in my hometown, but last year when the Qiang thieves invaded, my house was looted, all the valuable ones were robbed, and the worthless ones were burned, and I am afraid that the codex or something will never be found again." ”

"Master's Day mourns."

Amber Yi hurriedly comforted. He had also heard of Zong Xiu's deeds and knew that Zong Xiu was allowed to enter the Guozijian because of his meritorious service in killing the enemy.

"Hey, it's all in the past."

Zong Xiu sighed and said faintly: "I vaguely remember that the codex records that bamboo is used to make paper, and the bamboo is made of branches and leaves. Cut off five or seven feet long, open a pond in this mountain, and pour water into it to drift. Soak it for 100 days, wash it with a mallet, wash off the coarse shell and green skin, and finish it. ”

"Among them, the bamboo is shaped like ramie, coated with lime juice, and boiled under the barrel ......"

"Where bamboo is boiled, the pot is ...... with a diameter of four feet"

"The top lid is a bucket, and its circumference is five feet ......"

"Take out the bamboo and hemp for a day, and wash it in the pond with clear water......

"Where the paper slot, the SCO square bucket ......"

"Pretty rope into the stick, like the ...... of the wine press"

"The fire burns from the head hole, the fire gas penetrates through the brick gap, the bricks are hot, the wet paper is pasted and dried one by one, and the dust is lifted."

Zong Xiu carried the bamboo paper manufacturing process he had seen, and he only remembered it now, and he was vague when he encountered something he had forgotten, anyway, there is no 'bamboo paper process' now, who can say a mistake?

An Boyi was born in a century-old paper merchant in Minzhou, and he has long been familiar with the papermaking process, although Zong Xiu said a lot of wrong things in the middle, but the procedure is correct.

The only difference is that the major paper mills now make paper, mostly bark and mulberry hemp, while Zongxiu is talking about bamboo!

Although Zongxiu is not detailed enough in many places, it seems to be a head start in the eyes of An Boyi, the inheritor of a century-old paper merchant!

"Yes! Yes! I see! Why didn't I think of it before. Hahahaha...... As long as the bamboo is processed well, the subsequent process can be exactly the same. ”

An Boyi shouted excitedly, and Zong Xiu was also overjoyed: "Gongzi An, do you know how to make paper from bamboo?" ”

"I'm not sure, but I'm seven for sure. Thank you for your advice, and thank you, students! ”

An Boyi's whole body trembled, and he found that he had always fallen into a misunderstanding - 'craftsmanship'.

Amber originally thought that 'bamboo' was a hard material, and the production process must be very different from other raw materials.

But now listening to Zong Xiuyi, I found that as long as the bamboo is processed into the same as other raw materials, the process is actually the same.

"Seven or eight points sure?"

Zong Xiu smiled.

He himself was not even sure, and opening a paper mill was just an idea. Otherwise, he would not have asked Yan Chengcheng to help give some trust to paper merchants in other state capitals, and he was ready to continue to purchase paper.

"In that case, then you try slowly. We're not short of money, try one way at a time, and we will definitely be able to try it! ”

"Master, I can't wait, can you ask someone to help sink these bamboos into the water first?"

An Boyi pointed to the bamboo.

"What is sinking, rebuy! I don't believe that money can't buy soaked bamboo. ”

Zong Xiu immediately asked people to call Jiang Jian and asked him to find a way to buy the soaked bamboo, and then sink the current bamboo into the water for backup.

After dealing with the affairs in the village, Zong Xiu hurriedly asked Jiang Chen to put on the carriage, and he didn't go home, and went straight to the Lu Guogong Mansion.

Since Cheng Huailiang apprenticed, the servants of the Lu Guogong Mansion all knew Zong Xiu, and when they saw Zong Xiu coming, they walked in enthusiastically, shouting as they walked: "Master, the sect president is here, the sect president is here." ”

Cheng Yanjin, who was having dinner, heard that Zong Xiu was coming, and hurriedly ran out: "Oh, brother, you are here." Damn, I'm so good to you, brother, you kid doesn't take my brother to me. ”

"Haha, what did my brother say, why didn't I take you to heart? Didn't I come to see you? ”

Zong Xiu knew Cheng Jin's character very well, and said with a smile.

Cheng bit the gold and pretended to be angry: "If you don't come to see me for so long, you dare to say that you take me to heart?" Also, what kind of 'pinyin' and 'dictionary' did you come up with a few days ago, and you can find Chai Shao's house, why don't you want to take me? Oops, that's a big credit, why don't you let me get a little bit. But you are good, you have cheapened Lao Chai and Lao Fang, Lao Chu and them. ”

"Hehe, brother, didn't I think that my brother was not rare for this little credit."

Zong Xiu snorted, Cheng Yanjin complained a few more words, and then pulled Zong Xiu's arm and walked inside.

"Come, let's not get drunk this time. You kid has a good idea and doesn't want to think about your brother, but my brother can't think about you, I just opened a jar of good wine, and I'm worried that there is no one to drink it with. ”

When Zong Xiu heard that he wanted to drink, how dare he. He's got his business on point.

"Brother, wait for the drink beforehand, you can do me a favor first."

"What's the rush? You're not going to make any more trouble, are you? Is it a problem with paper? ”

Cheng Yanjin is also a human spirit, and he knows that Zong Xiu has been unhappy with several big paper merchants recently, and there will be a shortage of paper.

Zong Xiu said with a smile: "The problem of paper has been solved, and I am here to ask my brother to help me make something for the Ordnance Superintendent." ”

"Huh? Armament supervisor? What are you going to build? ”

As soon as Cheng Yanjin heard the words 'Weapons Supervisor', his face instantly became serious.

Seeing this, Zong Xiu hurriedly explained.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a contraband like a weapon, a bow and crossbow, or armor, it's just a thing that I need in my factory."

"Hoo ......"

Cheng Biting Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he intends to befriend Zong Xiu, if Zong Xiu's behavior is too outrageous and touches His Majesty's bottom line, then Cheng Yanjin will definitely stand on Li Shimin's side without hesitation.

Now I heard Zong Xiu say that it was a thing, so he said: "I don't know what it is, I need an ordnance supervisor to go out?" Can't ordinary craftsmen do it? ”

Zong Xiu grinned: "It's done, but it's too time-consuming, and the quality estimate is not up to standard." Doesn't this mean that we Datang Ordnance Supervisor gathered the world's skilled craftsmen to come to you? ”

Saying that, Zong Xiu asked Cheng Fu Jiading to bring pen and ink, drew a picture himself, marked the size, and the details that needed attention, and asked: "Haha, brother, this thing is not forbidden!" Can the Ordnance Supervisor be built? ”