Besides, the son Fusu is still buried in the workshop that will be used as a young mansion at this time.

Dressed in papier-mâché paste, he was in a group of craftsmen, because he had not rested for many days, he was originally handsome, but at this time he had black eye circles, unshaven beard, and the whole person looked very terrible, and people who didn't know couldn't tell that he would be the eldest son of Daqin.

After nearly 20 days of hard work, from building utensils to pulping, Fusu is personally checking every step.

Now, at last, dozens of barrels of pulp have been obtained.

Next, it was the most critical copying process, and Fusu was a little excited.

Since he was a child, he has never been approved by his father, and Fusu knows that no matter what he does or says, he is useless in the eyes of his father.

This time, Fusu secretly swore in his heart that he must make the paper, and then completely change his father's previous opinion of himself.

For this reason, he stayed here for nearly 20 days and nights, sleeplessly, just to get the real recognition of his father.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Seeing that the craftsman brought the copied bamboo curtain, Fusu grabbed the bamboo curtain and decided to go into battle in person to complete the last critical step of papermaking.

He listened to Li Yang explain the process of copying, so he was full of confidence, took the bamboo curtain, and fished it into the barrel full of wood pulp, and spread the material to make the wood pulp evenly dispersed, and the bamboo curtain was covered with a layer of mushy wood pulp.

The key to this process is that the wood pulp is stored on the bamboo curtain, and the thickness should be moderate and uniform, so Fusu is very careful.

The curtain is passed over repeatedly so that the wet paper falls on the board, and it becomes a piece of paper.

In this way, the process of sprinkling and covering the curtain is repeated, so that the wet paper is stacked one by one.

While doing this, Fusu said to the craftsmen around him: "Do you see it, just do it, be sure to swing the wood pulp evenly, thick and thin like silk." ”

More than a dozen craftsmen around him nodded one after another.

After Fusu saw that the craftsman understood, he let the craftsman take over and try.

Fortunately, these craftsmen are also ingenious people, and they will soon be able to do it handy.

In a short time, thousands of sheets of wet paper were piled up, and then a wooden board was added to squeeze out most of the water.

The next step is to wait for the wet paper to squeeze out most of the water under heavy pressure, then lift the wet paper one by one and dry it.

The equipment for baking paper is to build an alley with adobe bricks, a fire is lit in the alley, and after the temperature of the adobe bricks rises, the wet paper is pasted and dried one by one. After drying, it is lifted to form paper.

"Your Highness, now that the copying is going very well, you better go back and rest quickly, come over tomorrow, and this paper should be dry." He Zhang on the side, who hadn't seen him for more than ten days, had become like a ghost, and he looked even more sluggish and sloppy than Fusu.

There's no way, even Fusu did it himself, can he, the general Shaofu, not accompany him?

Moreover, not only did he have to do what Fusu did, but he also had to do what Fusu didn't do. When Fusu is resting, he may not be able to rest, and when he is not resting, he can't rest.

After tossing like this, for nearly 20 days, to be honest, He Zhang had a feeling that he was going to die in this workshop.

Although he also wants to make this paper, and then get His Majesty's praise, and even leave his name in history, but he also has to save his life first, in case the paper is not made, he burps first, and then he will die.

Now, he was really about to lose his bearing, his eyes were sleepy, his head was dizzy, and if he didn't rest, he was really worried that he would die.

Therefore, the most urgent thing for him now is to invite the master Fusu back, so that he can sleep soundly.

When Fusu heard this, he waved his hand excitedly and said, "My son doesn't need to rest, just continue to squint in this workshop for a while at night." General He, look, this paper already looks good, we are about to finish, are you excited, are you happy? Ha ha...... You stay here with me tonight, we must watch this wet paper change from wet to dry little by little, from pulp to paper, ah, think about my heart is excited. ”

When He Zhang heard this, he almost cried.

This wet paper is put in the brick alley to dry, we can't see it dry outside, this has to stay here to dry and watch, isn't this looking for enough to eat, and let people not live?

"Wow, General He is really more excited than me, his eyes are red, it seems that the general has no intention of resting. In this case, the general will guard here first, and this son will squint for a while. Fusu patted He Zhang's shoulder excitedly, then turned around and went to rest on the temporary bed next to him.

He Zhang: "............"

Heaven, earth, what kind of sin have I created!

He Zhang looked up at the sky, wanting to cry without tears, and had a feeling of being a dog.

was stunned for a moment, for the sake of his own life, he decided that he still had to make up an excuse for Fusu and take a break to squint for a while.

So he walked quickly to Fusu's shop and was about to speak, but he didn't say a word, because Fusu was snoring at this time......

He Zhang was simply stunned, ten seconds, this is only ten seconds! He actually fell asleep!

At this moment, his heart felt as if there were 10,000 grass horses galloping by......

He had never seen someone who claimed to be excited one moment, and the next second he could snore like thunder.

"Paper, my paper, He Zhang, has my son's paper been made?"

Just when He Zhang was speechless, suddenly, Fusu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and asked in surprise.

When He Zhang saw it, he was overjoyed, and was about to answer, when Fusu lay back on the bed and snored loudly.

He Zhang: "............"

Nima, actually talking in her dreams!

A few seconds later, Fusu was happy again.

"Hey, paper, my paper, hey, hey, hey......"

"He Zhang, how can you do this to me, how can you do this to me, obviously I also have a share in papermaking, why do you want to rob me of the credit......@& amp; %……#￥”

"He Zhang, you are so bold, I asked you to stay here and keep an eye on them, you actually ran out, this paper is all wasted, this son wants to kill you, take your life...... Wow Masturbation & amp; #……#@”

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"............" He Zhang looked confused.

What kind of sin did he create, this head is working hard to help him guard the workshop, but people are trying to kill themselves in their dreams at the moment......

He Zhang was hit critically and felt seriously hurt, not only physically, but also mentally fragile.

With a helpless wry smile, He Zhang was completely speechless, and he had a feeling of vomiting blood.

With a sigh, he turned weakly and beckoned to one of his men.

One of his subordinates hurriedly walked over and asked, "My lord, what's the matter?" ”

He Zhang said weakly: "Go, go to my house, help me bring me the old ginseng at home, take all three, Lao Tzu will continue his life!" ”