Tough on the lips, but still attached importance to it in his heart, the eldest grandson Hong specially instructed the dog, go to the dock in the past two days to be careful, don't run into the kid of the Mo family, after all, the dog has beaten him, and the guy must remember, although he doesn't know the name, if he recognizes it, it will be troublesome.

As for himself, Changsun Hong is not worried at all, the three brothers of the Li family were also involved that day, and they also took action, everything is up to them, and the matter is big, presumably Li Xian, who is doing private salt trading, has the ability to deal with the Mo family who opened a pawnshop.

When they came back from the fight that day, of course Li Wen and the others asked Changsun Hong, who was wrong with him just now, where was Changsun Hong willing to tell the truth, and lied that he saw that the three brothers were extraordinary, and they were envious and jealous of the street gangsters who came to find fault. This fight is not clear, but it is a bit like a street ruffian picking quarrels and provoking trouble, which makes Li Wen and the three of them angry, only three people in Lijia Village are looking for trouble with others, when have they been bullied by others? Jumping and shouting for revenge.

How did they know that one of the people who fought with them sat with them every day in a college and studied, but it was just separated by a courtyard wall.

Lianxi Academy has strict rules, prohibiting students from fighting and causing trouble, violators are expelled, without the recommendation of the academy, the spring and autumn exams are all problems, even rich children like Mo Changbin dare not mess around, so even if they heard about the high-profile admission of Changsun Hong, they did not dare to openly trouble him.

It's normal to find some social scum to vent your own family.

After staying in the house for a while, Changsun Hong took advantage of the time after dinner to go to the inner courtyard, found the three brothers of the Li family, and told them that the gangsters they beat that day wanted to seek revenge on them.

"What? Dogs still dare to come to us? Li Wu scolded, his waist was still painful, and he was the first to jump up: "Come on, see if I can't kill him!" ”

"Just that coward, don't look a few years older than us, it's as soft as dough, I can kill him alone!" Li Chongjin shouted arrogantly, his fat face was full of anger, the last group fight, he sat on Mo Changbin alone and suppressed the other party, his fat body of hundreds of pounds was as heavy as a stone, where could a scholar who was so easy and tired could break free.

Changsun Hong reminded: "But this time he found an idler on the street, all of them are adults, and they can't be taken lightly. ”

"Don't be afraid, let's go out and call Zhang Huyuan, Zhang Huyuan used to be a dart master, I haven't seen anything in the north and south, with him, no one dares to touch us." Li Wen is the eldest brother, and he should speak calmly, but he was also annoyed when he heard the amount of hanging red: "One hundred Wen? Bullying us for no money? Tomorrow we will go find someone and beat those two boys down and we will pay 200 yuan! ”

Hearing this, Changsun Hong smiled, he understood that the "divine protection" he said to the dog just now was already in place, with this brother here, the young owner of the Mo family wanted to find fault with him, I am afraid it would not be easy, a personal grudge between him and the Mo family kid has easily evolved into a grudge between the two gangs, and the eldest grandson Hong, who is the bane, is not so conspicuous.

He became more and more relaxed, humming a little song and going back to sleep.

I slept soundly.

During this period of daily activities, Changsun Hong lived very regularly, generally speaking, after breakfast, he went to Lianxi Academy with the Li family brothers, attended classes in the morning, listened to the master, practiced martial arts and practiced arrows in the afternoon, the fighting boxing taught by the second uncle --- listened to the teacher who taught in the academy said, this is actually a variant of Taizu Changquan, and it should be a strengthened version of attaching importance to speed and strength on the basis of Taizu Changquan, but Changsun Hong feels that Taizu Changquan is comprehended from fighting boxing, and it is not necessarily ---necessary to practice diligently. In the city, it is no longer possible to run around the city with a bucket like Lijiacun, practicing boxing can not only strengthen the body, but also practice a body of martial arts, of course, you have to practice more.

In the afternoon, when school ended early, he walked around the city alone, sometimes running outside the city, carrying copper coins and silver taels in his arms, buying back large bags of things, and sometimes hiring a chicken cart to push a cart full of things back and put them in Fu Ruixiang's workshop.

Ran Pu went with him a few times, and went out of the city once, and found that he was buying some strange things everywhere, and Ran Pu recognized some, such as cold water stones, but most of them didn't recognize, they were all stones. Ran Pu is very strange, these things also cost money?

"Of course, these are ores, and they are dug out of coal and salt, which are precious." Changsun Hong replied to him like this, but he didn't explain what he was used for, which made Ran Pu even more confused.

There was a strong nursing home to follow, although the gangsters in the city came to the gate of the academy several times, but they didn't dare to move, they watched from afar, pointed, probably recognized people, and didn't dare to come, which made the Li brothers who were gearing up very disappointed.

After seven or eight days like this, finally on a certain day, Changsun Hong officially proposed to Ran Daqi that he could start to start.

The sophisticated shopkeeper Ran has an indifferent attitude, of course he will not hope for a teenager's whimsical delusions, in fact, he regrets his casual promise that day, and has tried to deny it many times, but people have bought back a lot of materials, and also shipped a lot of wood and bamboo, and now he refuses, it is really a bit of a scoundrel.

"Brother Eldest Sun, it's the right way for you to buy bamboo, but why do you buy wood? Do you want to make paper from wood? He said with a slight sarcasm: "From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of making paper from wood, this thing can't be boiled, don't you know?" ”

"Others can't, I can." Changsun Hong was not in a hurry at all, and responded with a smile: "The price of wood is very low, and it depends on it to reduce costs." ”

"Wood is cheap, but the problem is that it can't be pulped, it has been pulped with bamboo bark for thousands of years, could it be that you are better than your grandfather?" Ran Daqi snorted: "And the pulp is boiled in winter, the bamboo is old bamboo, and the pulp made is not white, the flexibility is not good, and it can't be sold at a good price, and it is far worse than the champion note." ”

"You can look at the shopkeeper, and you will know in two months." Changsun Hong didn't want to talk nonsense, and before the trial production was successful, everything he said was pale.

Ran Daqi shook his head, stood and watched for a while, and saw that Changsun Hong threw a bunch of strange stones into the pulp pool, shook it even more fiercely, muttered: "Unbelievable, pretending to be a ghost" and something like that, turned around and left.

The workers in the workshop are good people, they got a few pennies from the eldest grandson, so they threw their arms to help him exert their strength, burn firewood, stir and cut materials, and were very busy.

The eldest grandson Hong commanded up and down, and from time to time he did it himself, and those various stones were thrown down by him according to a certain proportion, and the bubbles in the slurry pool were churning, as if they were smoking, and the workers were a little curious, not knowing which one this young man made, and why the usual boiling pulp would be like this.

"It's a chemical pulping method, and the pulp is made quickly and well." Changsun Hong's answer was very simple, he especially reminded him not to fall into the pulp pool, it would kill people.

The workers nodded, feeling that the boy was not a paper-making craftsman, but a mage, a Taoist priest, and a strange fellow.

It takes about a few days to boil the pulp, and during this time, Changsun Hong has been soaked here except for going back to Li's house to sleep, and the academy has also skipped classes, and Ran Pu is getting more and more dissatisfied, where is there still the appearance of a scholar.

"Brother eldest grandson, although the way of craftsmanship is beneficial to the country and the people, as students, we still have to focus on our studies, don't put the cart before the horse and miss the right path."

Ran Pu's words were exchanged for a mouth-watering response: "Don't worry, I can make up for those courses in two days, but I can't delay here, once the trial production is successful, haha!" Fight for gold every day! Wherever cargo ships can go in the Yangtze River basin, they will use Fu Ruixiang's paper, and they are happy to think about it! Hahaha, occupy the market, and everyone else dodges away! ”

Heartbreaking, four big words flashed in Ran Pu's heart, he seemed to see that a promising genius was so obsessed with the way of money and couldn't extricate himself, what a pity.

"Brother Eldest Sun, Master Zhou is still asking me today, why didn't I see you go to the academy for two days, are you sick, I will help you lie, yes, but if you don't go tomorrow, he will come to look for you." Ran Pu sighed helplessly.

"I'm not available, you see, I'm busy...... Who do you say is coming to me? Changsun Hong turned his head away from the hearth of the pulp pool, and asked in surprise with a face covered with black firewood.

"Master Zhou, the new Master Zhou." Ran Pu said: "Master Zhou, who only came to the heavenly class to teach the instructor the day before yesterday. ”

(End of chapter)