What disappointed Situ Changfeng the most was the lack of cattle and horses in Jiangnan, so whether it was farming or transportation, it was more troublesome.

Fortunately, it is not very troublesome to plant sugarcane, the wasteland grass is removed, and the whole sugarcane is buried, and now it is buried in the ground in winter, and it can germinate in spring, which is very convenient. Then there is papermaking, using the reeds of Taihu Lake, as well as all kinds of bark, softening with alkali ore, rolling giant trees, steaming, drying, and other dozens of processes, which lasted a month, and the snow-white paper came out.

Because of the vigorous cultivation of wasteland, mining, kiln, and mining of a large number of trees, there is no shortage of materials, before the New Year, five hundred catties of snow-white, three-foot-wide paper were transported to Sun Ce's desk.

Dozens of catties of white sugar, snow-white like refined salt, and ten other coal stoves, in which honeycomb coal is burning.

"This stove can not only be used for cooking, but also only needs to block the air outlet, which can not be extinguished for half a day, and put a pot of water after cooking, so that hot water can be used at any time. The most important thing is that this coal mine is treated in this way, the combustion is long-lasting, the fire is strong, and it can be used to boil a large amount of salt, without worrying about the lack of fire. In the main hall, Ding Feng's mouth frothed, and he explained excitedly.

In the past few months, following Situ Changfeng has been an eye-opener, he didn't expect this senior brother who he hadn't seen for many years in his memory to be so powerful, he was simply gentle and martial, and he could do anything, seeing these people surprised, he felt excited, and his face was bright, after all, this is his own senior brother.

Situ Changfeng is still very attentive to Ding Feng, and he also hopes that this cheap junior brother will grow up, so as not to die on the battlefield, so whenever he is free, he will teach him to practice martial arts, fists and feet, swords, guns and hidden weapons, all pointing him out.

For Ding Fenglai, learning new kung fu is happy, but Situ Changfeng has always forced him to learn the art of war, formation, military training, and even literature and geography, stargazing, and arguing about the sun and the moon, which makes him very headache, so he rushed to deliver new goods this time.

"Good! Good! Good! This is the best New Year's gift I've ever received! Sun Ce praised loudly and applauded again and again.

"This thing is easy to write and used in large quantities, so you don't have to hold bulky bamboo slips anymore." Zhang Zhao touched his gray beard, nodded again and again, and said with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, the official documents sent every day are hundreds of catties, bulky, and the handwriting is not as convenient as the paper." Sun Ce held a piece of paper with words written on it, and said with great satisfaction, usually looking at bamboo slips, after a long time, his eyes will be astringent, and the words written in thick ink are clear, and the more he looks at it, the better his mood.

"The green clothes hold the inkstone to urge the question paper, and the red sleeves add fragrance to accompany the reading.

The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach. Good poetry! Good word! I didn't expect Yihu to have such a literary style, and the font is also unique. Zhou Yu took the paper in Sun Ce's hand, only glanced at it, and couldn't help but praise loudly.

This is when the new paper came out, Situ Changfeng used thin gold to write a poem and a Tang poem in his memory at will.

"Oh! Good word! Good word! The handwriting is thin, to thin without losing its flesh, and its words are especially visible in the graceful place, good! Good! Zhang Zhao couldn't put it down, holding the paper and shaking his head constantly.

"It's really a good word, this font is not inferior to the family teacher flying white body! Situ Yihu can be described as a stupid master. Gu Yong couldn't help but come over, looked at it for a while, and sighed.

"Well, if you look closely, the font is a little immature, but it has become a family of its own, which is rare! Rare! Zhang Zhao put away the paper without changing his face and put it into his sleeve

In fact, Zhang Zhao didn't know that this was because Situ Changfeng's calligraphy was only intermediate, so in the eyes of these masters, it was not perfect enough.

"Zhang Zibu, you are so shameless, the old man has not yet taken a look, you ...... You...... It's brazen! The other Zhang Hong, the second Zhang of Jiangdong on the side, just glanced at it twice, and saw Zhang Zhao put it away, and he was immediately angry, so anxious that he almost jumped up, pointed at Zhang Zhao, and reprimanded angrily.

"Humph! The old man saw that the poems written by Situ Yihu were all red sleeves and incense, jade people, I thought I wanted to start a family, and the old man kept it to help him introduce one, what does it matter to you Zhang Zigang. Zhang Zhao turned around and pretended not to see.

"You ......" The two have known each other for many years, and Zhang Hong was immediately angry when he saw this old stubborn and shameless lie for the first time.

"Ahem! If this paper wants to be sold in Guanzhong, it should be good! Zhou Yu actually wanted it too, but he also knew that he wouldn't come back, so he simply couldn't see it out of sight and diverted the topic.

"No, how can such a good thing be used as a businessman's way, and it is not enough for yourself, how can you sell it." As soon as Zhou Yu finished, Zhang Zhao objected.

"Letter from Wu County, paper materials are convenient, the cost is cheap, but the process is troublesome, and the output will increase a lot after the year." Sun Ce explained.

"Yes, Zhang Gong, you see that these hundreds of catties are just this month's output, although the price of this thing is not expensive, but others don't know, this paper is not like silk silk, written on it, the ink is not penetrable, if you want to come to the literati and ink writers, you should love it." Zhou Yu said with a smile.

"Ahem! Well, as long as there are more, it doesn't hurt to sell some, but the price can't be cheap. When Zhang Zhao heard this, he didn't object.

"Don't worry, Gong Zhang, the monthly meeting will send a part to your house." Sun Ce and Zhou Yu looked at each other and smiled.

"Thank you, my lord!" Everyone in the hall hurriedly thanked them.

"It's still these two objects, this thing says: sugar, everyone taste it!"

Zhou Yu took a bowl with white sugar and gave it to everyone, while taking a spoon himself and taking the lead in feeding a little into his mouth.

"Hmm!" With white sugar in his mouth, Zhou Yu nodded with satisfaction.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, sweet! It's so sweet! ”

After tasting it, everyone was amazed and smiling, obviously in a happy mood.

"Alas, I'm old, such a delicacy, but it's a pity that it's so sweet that I don't dare to eat more." Zhang Zhao regretfully put down the bowl in his hand.

"This thing is put into boiling water, can supplement physical energy, is a good thing for the march, and has the effect of invigorating blood, for the wounded, postpartum women, has a good replenishment and recovery effect, the baby lack of milk has been used as a supplement." Ding Feng explained.

"Huh! I didn't expect Cheng Yuan to know so much about women and children. Zhou Yu said with a smile.

"Ahem!" Ding Fengwen said, and suddenly made a big red face, and almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"It's my brother's." Ding Feng hurriedly explained.

"Well, Situ Yihu is proficient in medical skills, and what he said must be not bad, it seems that this thing can't be sold." Of course, Zhou Yu knew that this was mostly Situ Changfeng's, and he was just ridiculing him just now.

"Yes, whether it is marching and fighting, or the people use it, we must always have enough for our own people," Sun Ce agreed.