Chapter 57 Do you want a chance to leave a name for the ages?

A crystal clear spring gushes from under the pine trees, and the spring is surrounded by white ice, which crosses the embankment and flows down quickly into a deep pool.

There is a thin mist rising from the waterhole, which looks particularly mysterious.

Li Dang threw away the mallet in his hand and used his hand to pick up some water from the waterhole to quench his thirst, just after a strenuous exercise, these cold spring water stimulated his lungs and made him cough violently.

However, he still continued to drink water, he was uncomfortable at first, and after a while, it would be fine, as a warrior, it would be a shame if he couldn't even surrender this bit of ice water.

His violent coughing voice attracted the attention of the rest of the people, Huo Quzhi, Cao Xiang, Yun Lang, Zhao Ponu, and Xie Ning looked at him like idiots.

"It's more enjoyable to drink ice water."

Li Dang explained a little embarrassed.

Yun Lang sneered: "Don't blame us for not stopping you when you die of illness in the future." ”

Li Dang hurriedly smiled: "I was extremely thirsty just now, but I won't be in the future." ”

Cao Xiang carried a bucket of wood pulp to Li Kang's side and said, "Come, Hercules, continue to do your work, these wood pulp must be beaten into the shape of catkins." ”

Huo Quzhi threw a coat to Li Dare and said, "Rest, you can't use force to do this work, let's do it." ”

As he spoke, he poured the wood pulp into the stone mortar, then picked up the mallet with one hand, exhaled and began to smash the wood pulp one by one.

Zhao Ponu pursed his lips, rinsed the wood pulp that had just been smashed in a huge stone sink, and then let go of the sluice, watching some dirty water slowly flow out along the drain.

This process is carried out three times until the yellow-brown pulp has completely turned white, and then the pulp is poured into another sink.

Connected to this tank is a thin copper tank that flows over the surface of the hot spring to turn into lukewarm water.

The warm water washed away the piles of wood pulp, and as the warm water continued to increase, the crystal water gradually became turbid, and after Shainin stirred vigorously, the warm water became even more turbid.

Yun Lang and Cao Xiang grabbed a section of a gauze net, gently copied the gauze in warm water, and then carried the gauze to the edge of a smooth wooden board, and then gently buckled the gauze on the wooden board, and then carefully separated the white wood pulp on the gauze from the gauze, and then there was a thin layer of flocculent on the smooth wooden board.

The process was very fast, and it didn't take much effort, and nothing could be fished out of a sink, so Zhao Ponu then poured the washed wood pulp into it.

Half a day passed quickly, and the warm wooden boards blown by the warm wind of the hot spring were covered with paper one and a half feet wide and four feet long.

By the time the last piece of paper is pasted on the board, the earliest piece of paper has already dried.

Huo Quzhi wiped the sweat off his hands, gently took off one sheet, shook it slightly, and smiled at Yun Lang: "It's good as always." ”

An hour later, there were more than 200 sheets of rough-edged paper one and a half feet wide and four feet long on the wooden table.

After Li Dang used a huge paper cutter to remove all the raw edges, the paper became very regular, and more than 200 thick stacks were placed on the table like that, which made people feel very accomplished.

Seeing the other four people looking at the soft and collapsed cotton paper as if they were looking at treasures, Yun Lang smiled bitterly, these papers were better for him than the paper he used to use in the toilet, but in Dahan, it made the two wealthy marquis so obsessed.

For paper, Yun Lang can only make such a thing with a vague guess, and if you want better paper, you still need craftsmen to continue to explore slowly.

Writing on paper is such a thing, it is not Yunlang's turn to interfere at all, and Sima Qian has long been eyeing it.

He even disliked Li Dang for wasting too much when cutting paper.

"If you write smaller, you can write a thousand words on a piece of paper, and more than 200,000 words on 200 sheets......

In this way, I can easily take a million words alone! ”

For Sima Qian's conversion method, these people have already converted it, so they are not surprised, if it is a bamboo slip or wooden slip with one million words, it is enough to press Sima Qian alive into a meatloaf!

The reason why these people came to work was because they wanted some paper to show off to others.

Now that the paper is out, they don't have the enthusiasm to work anymore.

Huo Quzhi took out a piece of silk cloth from the clothes hanging on the tree, carefully placed it on the table and spread it flat, then rolled up the paper that belonged to him, and then wrapped it in silk finely, and then arched his hand to everyone and said, "Let's go." ”

Cao Xiang hurriedly grabbed Huo Quzhi and said, "This is leaving?" ”

Huo Quzhi raised the paper roll in his hand and said: "The things are in hand, what am I keeping for now, is it possible that you are going to let me smash the pulp all day long?" ”

Cao Xiang shook his head again and again and said, "It's not like this, I'll ask you how we can keep this secret recipe?" ”

Huo Quzhi looked at Yun Lang and said: "This is something you should think about, as long as there is no shortage of paper for me, I don't care how you keep the secret recipe, if someone insists on robbing it, tell me, yes yes will split him into two pieces!" ”

Li Kang, Zhao Ponu, and Xie Ning, who had already packed up the paper, also said this, it seems that they are unwilling to get involved, after all, the profit of the paper is too big and the influence is too wide, if they intervene, it will be no different from those hungry wolves who calculate the Yun clan.

Yun Lang frowned and said: "Don't think about good things, this secret recipe can only be effectively changed if it spreads out, and the reality that reading is the privilege of the rich."

Even if we want to make money, we can only make money in the early stage, and if we want to monopolize it completely, no one will agree.

The strength of the Yun family is too weak, and I am unwilling to hand it over to Your Majesty completely, and if we don't care about it at all, it will be disgusting to see that group of bastards using the paper-making process to make money at that time.

If they make the paper expensive, my original intention of coming up with this secret recipe will be ruined, so it will take our brothers to work together. ”

Huo Quzhi sneered: "You don't need to discuss with us, you can tell us when you decide, the brothers have reaped too many benefits from you over the years, and no matter how greedy you are, it is not tolerable."

What should we do, you can also tell outsiders that this business is our brother's, but we will definitely not participate in the paper business. ”

After speaking, he shook off Cao Xiang's hand and walked away.

Li Kang, Zhao Ponu, and Xie Ning also left a sentence, "You can speak if you have something." Then he left with the paper he had made.

"The workshop can only be run by the government, and we draw from it to make good achievements." Cao Xiang thought for a long time before he reluctantly came to another conclusion.

Sima Qian sneered: "Only Your Majesty has ever drawn other people's money, when will it happen that Your Majesty will let you take a score?"

Besides, who told you that Your Majesty likes to see the whole world full of people who are scholars?

It is very clear in the Analects of Taber VIII that the people can make it happen, but they can't know it! ”

Yun Lang suddenly remembered another explanation of this sentence, and said with a smile: "When I learned this sentence, it seems to be different from what you learned, it should be, the people can make it, from it, not to make it, know it!" ”

Sima Qian laughed loudly and said: "Under the Holy King, the people can make it, let it go, don't make it, educate him!"

This is the idea of the Holy King, not necessarily the idea of His Majesty.

For the Holy King, it is his duty to educate the people, and for His Majesty, it is his duty to make the people obedient. ”

Cao Xiang said angrily: "My uncle is not that bad, right? ”

Sima Qian continued to sneer and said, "It's not that your uncle, but the emperors of the world will interpret this sentence in a way that is beneficial to him.

Gongsun Hong, Dong Zhongshu, these people are all Confucian Confucians, if you ask them how they interpret this sentence, you can calculate Your Majesty's mind.

I mean, you Yun's papermaking, a large amount of papermaking, if you really have the mind for the sake of the people of the world, then, in the shortest possible time, the secret recipe of papermaking will be spread to the world, only the world can make paper, you want the world to know the goal can be achieved. ”

Cao Xiang grabbed Sima Qian's chest and said angrily: "Do you know what the consequences will be if Ah Lang really does this?"

The people of the world have benefited, but Ah Lang will be unlucky.

If it is light, it will go far away from the sky, and if it is heavy, it will raid the family and wipe out the clan!

I am Ah Lang's brother, it doesn't matter if I make money or not, we can't spend a few lifetimes with more money, I don't care what happens to people in the world, whether they can know two more words because of the papermaking secret recipe, I only care, whether I can see my brother tomorrow, whether I can see the eldest girl riding on my neck and calling me uncle.

When they got sick, they handed over the matter to us, that is, they handed over their wealth and life to us.

There are hundreds of people from these families, and your fluttering words will send us to death, so that you can give us a noble evaluation when you write history books in the future?

I ask you, why? ”