In the scorching summer, in the palace garden of Daqi, pandas are enjoying the service of human beings.

Fresh bamboo, so that it does not have to look for it at all, in a few years, it has turned from the once meat ball into a behemoth.

It's just that because it was raised by humans, it has long been wild and wild.

Yang Hao's harem concubines, in the pavilion by the pool, ate fresh vegetables and fruits to avoid the scorching sun.

Regardless of their private relationship, these women are still a group of good sisters, at least on the surface.

Although Nujiao is still a concubine, because she gave birth to an eldest son for Yang Hao, she is not weak in momentum when facing Pu Jia.

Yang Hao has no interest in the affairs between these girls at all, in order to study papermaking, during this time in his private workshop, he completely incarnated as a craftsman, and constantly experimented with papermaking methods bare-chested.

For paper, Yang Hao knows that there are bamboo paper, wood paper, straw paper, sheepskin, and other things.

Parchment paper is the animal skin paper that Qi is using now, the cost is too expensive, except for some special occasions, there is rarely a chance to use this kind of thing, and the transmission of information is still made of bamboo slips most of the time.

As for straw paper, Yang Hao has only one impression of it, that is, wiping the butt paper.

It's a good thing, and if you can make it, at least you can scrape the stool on your anus without a stone or stick.

Even though he has lived in this world for several years, Yang Hao has always found it difficult to adapt to wiping his buttocks.

That's why he uses grass to make paper.

It's inexpensive, it's everywhere, and it's a godsend for wiping your butt.

How paper is made, Yang Hao knows a little bit, regardless of the process in between.

In the end, as long as the pulp is made, most of the process is completed.

Under the command of Yang Hao, the craftsmen transferred from the Ministry of Industry chopped up the collected weeds and threw them into a special cauldron to boil.

Since Yang Hao began to study paper, the small workshop in the palace has been filled with smoke every day.

As for how long it will take, Yang Hao doesn't know at all, according to his method, it's always wrong to cook it all the time.

Failure is success, mom, this sentence is true at all times.

From April of the second year of Hongwu, Yang Hao began to study papermaking, until July of the second year of Hongwu, after countless failures, Yang Hao finally got something that could barely be called paper.

This thing is not so much paper, but it is nearly two or three millimeters thick, and it is not hard and flexible at all.

It broke off with a slight fold, and if he used this thing to wipe his buttocks, if he didn't wipe the blood, Yang Hao felt that the sun came out of the west.

But this is a big improvement after all, and compared to the countless failures before it, this time it is a solid one.

This first piece of paper, Yang Hao put it away.

In the previous life, there was no concept of cultural relics protection, Yang Hao is different, he comes from the later generations, and knows the first item in history, which can only be seen in books in later generations.

Although he is not talented, his consciousness in this area is still very high.

The first piece of paper was stored in a small sealed wooden box and put away as his treasure.

Papermaking can only rely on a little bit of exploration, although he is in a hurry, but there are so many techniques he has mastered, there is no other way than to rely on time.

It took so long for a papermaking technique to take so long, and if he wanted to raise his civilization to a higher level within a few decades, Yang Hao suddenly felt that his head was extremely big.

Now that he was only a province, he felt extremely big when he thought that he would control the entire land of Middle-earth in the future.

Before the emergence of high-end talents, it can be said that most of Qi Guo's things need to be done by himself, and such a high-intensity work makes him a little worried about whether he will burp suddenly.

As soon as this idea came to him, he was immediately startled,

Yang Hao felt that he couldn't work so hard anymore, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to go out for a walk and have a look.

With the prestige of the Qi State now, unless there are extremely special circumstances, there will not be much trouble.

Since coming to this world, Yang Hao has not been idle for a day, and he has not had a good look at the world thousands of years ago.

He wants to travel and see the great rivers and mountains under his rule.

In the middle of July of the second year of Hongwu.

After a light rain, Yang Hao took hundreds of people and walked out of Chang'an City with his harem.

Yang Hao decided to go to the south to have a look, and the destination of this trip was Youyu in the south.

In addition to traveling and relaxing, another purpose of going to Youyu is to "recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors." ”

Yang Hao did not have the slightest psychological burden on the matter of recognizing his ancestors, the ancestors of his soul did not know where they were thousands of years ago, let alone the physical body in this life, he didn't know who his surname was.

If there is a Yu clan that can bring benefits to himself, what does it matter if he admits that he is Yu.

It's just that Yang Hao is not in a hurry to go south, he stops and stops along the way, and when he encounters a place with good scenery, Yang Hao stops and takes his wife and children to fish and hunt.

The accompanying ministers did not have the slightest worry about Yang Hao personally riding a horse to hunt down the prey, after all, after all, these people in the Qi State had just come out of the barbaric state not long ago.

In his bones, he admires the brave and strong, although Yang Hao is the emperor, he has not relaxed his body at all.

With his strength, even in the Great Qi Army, in terms of personal bravery, he is a rare opponent.

Yang Hao rode his horse and galloped, bent his bow and arrows, and shot a flower deer within three arrows.

The soldier brought the prey back and put it in front of Yang Hao.

The accompanying ministers stepped forward one after another to praise Yang Hao's bravery.

Yang Hao, who was in a good mood, ordered the cook to cook this deer and concoct it, and he wanted to have a whole deer banquet with his ministers.

The bonfire by the clear river was lit, Yang Hao and the officials tasted the tender venison, looking at the bright night sky, such a beautiful scenery, it is difficult to experience in later generations.

"This is my country!"

Yang Hao sighed in his heart.

Great rivers and mountains, infinite possibilities.

"Father! Father! ”

The immature voice pulled Yang Hao's thoughts back to reality.

Yang Hao looked at Yang Zhi, who was still a little unstable, and smiled: "What's wrong?" ”

"Father! See! This one! ”

I saw Yang Zhi holding an emerald green gnats in his little hand, and he was looking at Yang Hao expectantly.

Yang Hao touched Yang Zhi's head and said with a smile: "Good grasshopper, take care of it, my father will let me make a cage later." ”

Yang Zhi's little face turned red when he heard this, and he grabbed the gnatfish and ran excitedly towards the place where the female dependents were.

It's just that now he can't even walk steadily, how can he run, sure enough, just a few meters out, he lay on the ground, and the gnats in his hands don't know where they were thrown.

Some ministers wanted to step forward to help Yang Zhi up, but Yang Hao waved his hand and asked the minister to sit down, looking at his fallen eldest son with interest.