When you go out and the sun is not out of the mountain,

Return to the moon as a companion.

Making paper is not bitter, the two ends are black, and the ghost does not accept a pair of hands.

Whether you are tired of making paper or not, you can eat in the pit.

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This is the complaining song of the paper trough papermaker, written without rhyme, but sung in the slang tune of mountain songs, but there is an indescribable cangsang and heaviness.

Handmade papermaking, due to the different types of paper, the pulping process is ever-changing, each secret, but as long as it is paper, it is impossible to bypass the two most critical processes of papermaking and papermaking.

The ancient method of papermaking, which has been inherited for thousands of years, is fished out of the water.

Paper trough, is the ancient name of the paper mill, this paper trough square type, the big one zhang square, the small eight feet or so, the top is big and the bottom is small, the shape is like a big bucket, whether it is the grass paper that wipes the buttocks, or the lip paper used by the beauty, or the Yuan book paper written by the literati, the rice paper painted by the Yashi, and the yellow mounted paper used to worship the ancestors, all of them must be fished up from this paper trough one by one.

The tempered pulp, due to different raw materials, has different shapes and colors, some are light white, some are light yellow, some are brownish, soft, confused, and the shape is like ...... Manure, and, no matter how good the pulp, there is a peculiar smell, most people say that it stinks, and over time, there is a peculiar smell in the sky near the left of the paper trough, so the papermaker laughs at himself and says that he eats in the pit.

The process of ancient papermaking is like this (limited length, pulp raw materials are not written, there are also small secret recipes) pour the pulp into the paper trough, fill it with water, and then use the long wooden handle to add a square wooden cone soup bowl to keep pounding, the pulp is pounded evenly, pounded fine, and then use a thin bamboo pole to start the pulp, as if walking the boat oar, but there is a special rhyme, in the uproar, the pulp in the groove is spun out of two large swirl nests, the nest resists, melts, and finally forms you have me, I have you, fine and moist to form a uniform slurry.

These two processes must be completed by two people, and they have also become a common trick used by papermakers to deceive their lives.

The pulp is made, and the papermaker begins his real work as a master master, making paper.

Use the paper bed to copy the pulp water, the bamboo curtain woven by fine bamboo silk is stained with pulp, a piece of paper becomes, it is simple, but it is very tricky, whether the paper is tough, whether the thickness is symmetrical, all depends on the craftsmanship of the papermaker, the key to this craft is to walk on the water.

The paper bed is pressed down, copied in the water, the water must be rolled from this end to that end like a tide rollerball curtain along the gesture, and finally, there is a slight throwing momentum, and the last floating water is rolled out on the side, the force is even, the paper is even, this paper is a good paper.

Small paper, such as Yuan book paper, is a single copy, a little easier, the most difficult is rice paper, because the width is large, must be operated by two people, which is very particular about tacit understanding, starting hand, depth, radian, angle, strength, all need to be very in place with the cooperation of the two people, and because the rice paper is large, the left copy will have to pour water again and again, through the water potential repeatedly rolling and make the whole paper rice paper thickness more uniform, the difficulty is great, very imaginable.

Therefore, the art of Chinese painting began with rice paper.

Paper copied, not yet paper, or just a piece of pulp, papermaker paper curtain lifted from the paper bed, with the rhyme rate he practiced thousands of times to roll the paper curtain on the wooden paper board, the board is filled with bamboo curtain, the first two copies are fillers, generally copied thicker, but also papermakers get up early to be familiar with the gesture of the test hand, starting from the third one, it is really paper, one, two, three, mechanical and rhyme repeated.

What kind of rhyme is this, many papermakers use nodding to compose, a copy of a little head, a little head together, a little head of volts, a little bit of pressure, a little bit of head, a little bit of head, there is a joke that says "thirteen o'clock", a piece of paper becomes, well, there are also shake heads, shake out the shaking of others will not shake their heads, and slowly shake from head to toe.

Therefore, it is difficult to train papermakers, as apprentices have to learn for three years, there is no literary salary, but after learning, it will be a cow, and the owner of the trough will be supplied, if a papermaker loses his temper and throws the paper bed, it is equivalent to an accident in the trough workshop, which is called "collapse of the trough", and he wants to eat pig's head meat.

But this work is really hard, so hard that ordinary people can't imagine.

They get up before dawn, they are still working when others have eaten their dinner, they get up early and are greedy for darkness, and they have to wait for the paper stone to be so high that it is so thick that it ends, which is the accumulation of bending over thousands of times a day.

The papermaking is not finished, but also to squeeze paper, this is the most tired time of the day, the winter should also be bare-chested, through the wood pressing machinery, the excess water of the paper stone is squeezed dry, pressed into a square paper stone, shoveled up with a wooden forklift, leaning against the wall, dry overnight, the next morning, since someone sent into another process.

Papermakers work in wet places all year round, nine out of ten suffer from arthritis, and a pair of hands soaked in water all year round, but also can not see people, what to do in winter water cold soaking bones, put a stove around you, put a plate of hot water on the stove, copy three or five sheets, soak the ice hands in the hot water, and resume work.

Winter is cold, and the papermakers can still suffer from this, and they are most afraid of summer.

In summer, the water is poisonous, and the hands are full of rotten sores, often taking advantage of the meal break to apply some medicine, eat enough, immediately go to the door, open your hands to let the sun dry, and then the medicine has not volatilized, and start to work again, dip your hands in water.

This kind of rush is spontaneous, and it is also prompted by the unique flow operation of the paper trough, because there are countless people in his work, all waiting for him to eat.

Here comes the papermaker.

The papermaker is a master, all of whom are men, and the papermaker is a second master, with men and women, which is not physical work, but careful work and skill work.

The paper was squeezed and piled up tightly together, but it was still wet, and their job was to separate the wet paper one by one.

This is a very ingenious skill, the method of cutting paper is also different, the tools are also different, the small paper has nails, there are also needles, and the large paper is vertical cutting, with lips and tongue.

First of all, use the paper spine to loosen the paper stone a little bit, raise an arc head, the mouth leans over, rolls the tongue and blows, the lips take advantage of the situation, and the corners of six or seven pieces of paper are separated.

The drying wall is very smooth, and it is generally necessary to brush a piece of rice pulp water before putting on the paper, and after the paper is covered, it will dry soon.

Because there is firewood burning behind the drying wall, the papermaker likes winter the most, but summer is not a person's life, the narrow paper road, everywhere is filled with the smell of paper and sweat, white steaming, sour and smelly, smelling nauseous......

Zhuang Sheng, who has been training on the battlefield for more than half a year, has changed greatly after he comes back, and there is a masculine atmosphere of maturity and stability intertwined with iron-blooded perseverance.

He originally thought that he had met his mother, his younger brother, Uncle Qin, Uncle Chen, and Uncle Huzi, who had gone thousands of miles to Rongji, but Uncle Qin held him and let him accompany him to visit the paper trough.

What is there to see in this stinky place?

Uncle Qin, with the respect of the ninety-five, not only exchanged the experience of refining with the trough owner, chatted with the papermaker about the papermaking skills, and finally walked to the dirty paper trough and began to make paper.

Qin Yue shook his head and smiled: "The things in my memory are almost forgotten, if I were your disciple, this water would be blistered, and I would have to take a few bamboo whips?" ”

The papermaker was also flustered, and said in a sullen voice: "At least three times." ”

"Yes, a good master."

After Qin Yue finished praising it, he pointed to the paper bed and said: "The paper I want, one foot eight inches wide, three feet six inches long is enough, a curtain can be divided into two, this paper bed needs to be changed, and the shaft arm does not need to be stuck on the groove plate and hang." ”

Qin Yue pointed to the top of his head, "Have you ever seen fishing, choose a golden bamboo or a bitter bamboo pole, fix it on it, and then use a bamboo rope to hold it, buckle it at both ends of this paper bed, with the help of the toughness of the bamboo pole, press down and copy your hand, and raise the momentum when you start, the waterline is more even, it can also be more labor-saving, and the paper quality is also higher, you can give it a try." ”

The papermaker and the trough owner have eaten paper rice for most of their lives, and when they heard Qin Yue say this, their eyes suddenly lit up, but they didn't expect that His Majesty even knew how to make paper.

Qin Yue shook the paper bed, picked up a piece of paper again, and watched the water on the curtain recede like a tide, but his thoughts returned to the previous era.

His advice to paper workers, don't look at it as just a simple bamboo pole lever, but it is an "invention" that only existed after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the output can be increased by 30%, and people are not so affected, and the inventor finally became a senior engineer in a large paper mill.

It's a pity that the inheritance of the ancestors is all "garbage".

As a result, the highest craftsmanship of rice paper is now in the island country, and the museum has to use rice paper imported from the island country to repair calligraphy and paintings.

Domestic, the promise was broken.

Qin Yue stayed in the paper mill on the bank of the Guanhua River for a whole day, not only delivered a few secret recipes of raw materials to the trough owner, refining methods, and improved papermaking skills, but also ate three bowls of rice on the pickles brought by the workers, and then returned to the city leisurely.

It's a day of memories and a day of innovation.

Qin Yue wanted to go to the front line but couldn't, so he thought about doing something for the soldiers on the front line, and after thinking about it, he thought of newspapers, running newspapers, first of all, to have suitable paper, cheap, to absorb ink, to dry quickly, but also to be durable.

Thank God, the ancestral things of the previous life are still stored in his mind, those handicrafts have been lost, and they are recorded to prepare for the revision of the score, but in this life, they can come in handy.

In stark contrast to his leisurely pace, the fire in front of the cattle village was full of smoke, and the sound of coughing and screaming came and went.

The Song army's fireworks array had a very good effect, and the Qin soldiers couldn't stay in the dock fort and evacuated one after another, and twenty-one of the thirty-six dock forts were abandoned in one day.

This made Shi Shouxin quite relieved, but unfortunately this fireworks array will not be able to be used tomorrow, and before that, the terrain is open, and this fireworks will be useless.

But it's not bad to have this result, and the catapult is just in place.

Tomorrow, the three armies will be brave.