When the pulp pool in the Ruifuxiang workshop was churning day and night, the back house of the Yamen of Hezhou Zhizhou was also churning.

Chen Ying sat in her younger brother Chen Yu's room with a black face, like a volcano about to erupt, just a little spark away from erupting.

Chen Yu carefully sat aside with a smiling face, keeping a safe distance, ready to escape at any time.

"Sister, I really didn't know that the poem was someone else's, I thought it was written by you, so I used it for emergency." He said in a whisper, his voice as low as a child who had made a mistake: "You know, Uncle Zong likes to test people, if I can't come up with decent words, he will reprimand me again, then your face will not look good, right?" ”

Chen Ying's face was like frost, as cold as a layer of ice: "Even if I wrote it, you can't use it at will, this kind of copyist style, let your father know, you have to break your hand." ”

Chen Yu shuddered, looked at Chen Ying in horror, and said tremblingly: "Don't dare, don't dare, sister, don't tell your father, otherwise I'm going to die!" ”

His sturdy and tall body shrunk into a ball on the stool, his face was pale, and he was obviously frightened, their father was extremely old-fashioned, hated people who cheated, and usually educated the two of them, very strict, Chen Yutian was not afraid of the ground, he was afraid of his father alone.

"Now you know you're scared? Even if I don't say it, will the owner of this word be convinced if he knows that you have stolen his word in public? Chen Ying said: "If you want to cover it, there will be trouble, and sooner or later it will be exposed." ”

"This ......" Chen Yu became more and more afraid, recalling that night, I am afraid that there were no less than dozens of people who participated in the banquet in Zhizhou, all of whom were characters with heads and faces in the city, but the words they copied were too exciting, and the "Drunk and Down" written by Zhou Lang later was on par, just from the artistic conception of a little worse, the people at the banquet praised each other, and there were not a few who copied it on the spot.

The more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes, sooner or later this movement will be known to the original author, once people make a fuss and come to the door, how to explain?

Don't talk about his father, even if the Grandmaster Dao knows, it's also amazing.

"Sister save me, you can write that poem, you must know the author, you can introduce me, or help me say good things, let him give me this word." Chen Yu's eyes rolled, and he understood that this way out would fall on his sister, and immediately begged.

The expression changed when he said it, and a tall and strong guy cried like pear blossoms and rain in a blink of an eye, although not a single tear fell, but he wiped his eyelids and snot and splashed his nose, and he almost rolled on the ground.

Chen Ying was unmoved at first, but Chen Yu's acting skills were exquisite, and she had thoroughly understood the temper of her sister who grew up together--- she ate soft rather than hard--- so she squirmed, pitifully leaned over the stool, and screamed beside Chen Ying.

My sister generally dotes on her younger brother, especially when she has only one younger brother, Chen Ying was upset, and her anger was quietly grinded to the point that she couldn't get up, so she knocked on Chen Yu's head angrily, and snorted: "Where do I know the author, this is what I heard." ”

When Chen Yu heard that there was a door, he was overjoyed, raised his head, pretended to be miserable, and said, "It doesn't matter, where did you hear it, I'll go find him myself." ”

"This ......" Chen Ying's face turned red all of a sudden, probably thinking of something, she was angry again, hesitated for half a minute, stood up suddenly, and knocked on Chen Yu's head again.

"I can't remember!" She dropped Chen Yu, who was knocked on her forehead with two bags, got up and went out, and said angrily as she walked: "I don't care, you can figure it out yourself!" ”

When he went out, he brought the wooden door into the air, and bounced back heavily, hitting the door frame with a loud noise, and the two maids who were hiding in the distance to avoid the sibling war probed their brains in this direction.

Chen Yu sat in the empty room with a bitter face, touched his painful head, looked at Chen Ying's departing back, and wanted to cry without tears: "Sister, don't you say, where can I find someone?" ”

……

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time, Changsun Hong, like a small worker of Rui Fuxiang, ran over every day, guarding the side of the pulp pond every day, and was more serious than Ran Daqi, the shopkeeper.

Ran Daqi's attitude also changed with the changes in the slurry pool. He didn't believe that a teenager and a half-grown boy could really make new paper that he had never seen before.

"Bragging, this kid is bragging." Sometimes he also stood on the edge of the pulp pool, looking at the wood chips that were steamed over the high fire and sneered: "It is unheard of to make paper from wood, and when the time comes, see how this kid ends." ”

The workers will also echo and laugh a few times at this time, they are all old craftsmen who have worked here all their lives, of course they have not heard of Changsun Hong's new technology, and they have not seen it, but since they have received a little money from Changsun Hong, it is appropriate to help him take care of the fire, and that's all.

The attitude changed after about seven days.

At first, a worker who was in charge of filling the pool with firewood suddenly discovered that the wood chips in the pool had melted into the pool of white liquid after a long period of steaming, and mixed with the stones that had also melted, turning into a pool of white sticky liquid.

This is very similar to the bark of a bamboo tree boiled with grass ash and lime for two months.

He hurriedly called the others over, and together with the shopkeeper Ran Daqi, everyone watched and was surprised.

"This is pulp." An old craftsman stirred it with a long iron rod, brought out some liquid that stuck to it, and looked at it carefully: "Fine pulp." ”

Ran Daqi didn't speak because of shock.

He has made paper all his life, and of course he knows at a glance that the old craftsman is right, this is an extremely excellent pulp, white and sticky, and after being dried and processed, it must be a paper with excellent appearance. In my own workshop, it is good to be able to produce a pool of pulp of this level in a few pulp pools at a time.

Changsun Hong made it with a pool at one time.

It only took seven days.

He turned around and left, closed the door of the workshop firmly, and commanded the craftsmen: "No one is allowed to say anything about this place!" Otherwise whose tongue did I cut out! ”

Found a treasure! Found a treasure! Found a treasure!

He wanted to shout three times into the sky, but he didn't dare, lest he be heard by others and reach the ears of his opponents, which would not be good.

Technology is not passed on, this is the foundation of life, no one can say.

So when Changsun Hong came over after school that afternoon, he was received very ceremoniously.

The tea was brewed, the meal was prepared, and even the cold water to wash your face after staying by the blazing pulp pool for a long time was prepared, and the beautiful maid was sent to serve you.

Eldest Sun Hong naturally knew what was going on, and enjoyed it with a smile, and did not say kind words.

On the twelfth day, the pulp pool was raised.

The white wood pulp is fished out from the pool with a temperature of more than 100 degrees, and the hot is poured into a mouthful of pottery basins to cool, the white is comfortable to look at, the workers of Rui Fuxiang are like the festival and are happy, the pulp of this pool is excellent, the paper made can definitely be sold at a good price, the quality must be better than the champion note, the cost is low, the production is fast, and the absolute best.

"I'll leave the rest to you, after all, I'm a layman, and I don't know much about anything other than pulping." The eldest grandson Hong wiped his face reddened from the high temperature with a cloth towel with cold water, and said to Ran Daqi: "It should be able to fulfill my promise and reduce the cost." ”

Ran Daqi was so happy that he almost couldn't close his mouth, and he slapped it vigorously, slapping it red, so that Ran Pu, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but worry about whether he would be injured because of this.

"No problem, no problem, I'll leave it to me later, don't worry, you can rest assured, I will definitely be able to make this pool slurry, no! The best paper on the whole Tongchuan Road comes! ”

An old craftsman walked over, holding a basin of steaming pulp, and said with a smile: "Owner, this paper is made, it is much better than our champion note, according to the rules, it should be given a new name, and when others listen to it, they will know that we Ruifuxiang has new goods, and the future business can also be prosperous." ”

Ran Daqi stopped slapping happily, and generously stretched out his hand to the eldest grandson and said: "This is the credit of the eldest grandson, if you want to choose a name, it should be him." ”

The people in the workshop gathered around, applauding and cheering.

In a pair of eager eyes, Changsun Hong was obviously a little unprepared, he touched his head and thought about it, raised his head, and said with a smile: "If this paper is better than the champion note, then it must be given a louder name, so that it is outstanding, it is better to call it ...... Sai Wenkui! ”

(End of chapter)