When it comes to Sichuan, what is people's first reaction? Sichuan Opera? Sichuan cuisine? And a long history?

Of course, there is another piece, that is, Shu embroidery.

The history of Shu embroidery has a long history, the industrial chain of the Western Han Dynasty has been quite mature, and it is also an industry vigorously developed by Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period, and it is one of the most important economic sources of Shu Han. The history of Shu embroidery can be traced back to ancient times, the earliest emperor of the ancient Shu Kingdom - Emperor Silkworm Cong.

Since it is a silkworm cong, it is the person who taught the Shu people to raise silkworms and weave; With their unique technology, the ancient Shu people have made Shu embroidery one of the four famous embroideries in China, which is the industry that Taijia fancies.

Do you think he likes Shu embroidery?

No, since the silkworm cong, seven or eight out of ten silkworm raisers in Shu, if it is not a special textile household, the quality of Shu embroidery is not qualified. Taijia has seen the silk spit out by their home-raised silkworms, and the quality belongs to the middle and low grade, and the Shu embroidery made of such silk can't be sold for a few dollars.

What he likes is the papermaking technique derived from mashing silk fibers and fusing pulp fibers from wood, weeds, bamboo, etc.

The practical significance of paper is needless to say, and it is cheaper and more convenient than the silk silk writing used today. As long as you can make papermaking into your own patented industry and mass production, how can you not get rich quickly?

He doesn't need expensive paper, just ordinary paper, and he can conquer many people.

And when he rushed home and told his parents all about his plan, he only got one sentence:

"Nonsense!"

Even more Wu is obviously in a bad mood, his son not only made his relationship with his old friend worse, but now he also has the idea of raising his own silkworms! Although he admits that his silkworms are not valuable, it is not a problem to exchange the annual harvest for some food.

And his son now wants to cut off his source of production?

"There are no doors!" He said angrily, "Hairy boy, what paper? You can figure out how to bark a dog! Go to the forest and pick some fruit for me to fill my stomach, I count you as having not been in vain today! ”

Yiyue put away the dishes and complained: "You old thing, can you talk to your son gently!" ”

"It's that you have been spoiling him, so that he thinks crankily all day long, and he doesn't know how to improve!" Listening to Yi Yue's words, half of his anger disappeared, "In short, this is impossible!" I want to cut off the source of Lao Tzu's production and dream! ”

Taijia muttered, he knew that it was impossible for a person like Geng Wu, who had no vision and only knew that guarding one acre and three points of land, could not agree so simply.

"It's a good thing that children want to try!" Yiyue looked a little more open, "When I look at you, I know that I am worried indiscriminately!" If you give him a little silk, he won't die, it's like missing half a life! ”

"Hey! You woman, if our family can't afford to eat tomorrow, we will have to listen to your verbosity! ”

"Even if you have a few taels of silk, how can my family ever be completely full?"

Well, the two quarreled again, and Taijia shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly exited the door. Perhaps he should have expected how difficult and dangerous it would be to extract a tooth from a tiger's mouth!

But even if there was no silk, the Thai armor could be replaced by something else, and asked Geng Wu just to see how he would react - he didn't disappoint the Thai armor, and he was short-sighted.

However, the papermaking Taijia only remembers seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and he still has to spend a few days recalling all the industries of papermaking.

At night, after the two of them fell asleep, Taijia was still tossing and turning. Because he had no pen and paper, he could only record everything in his impressions on the clay; Sometimes when I woke up in the morning, Yiyue couldn't recognize the simplified characters, and saw a bunch of ghost drawings on the ground, thinking that there were evil ghosts, and hurriedly wiped off the hard work of Taijia all night.

After being so busy for nearly a week, Taijia slowly recalled the most basic steps of papermaking - steaming, pulping, copying, and drying. There was also more advanced and cheaper paper in the Song Dynasty - but this thing could later be used to make a power-enhanced version of the paper, so it didn't have to be developed in such a hurry.

As for how to sell the paper made, it is also a matter of knowledge. First of all, the amount must be sufficient, and secondly, it cannot be sold to civilians, they don't even know a word, and selling paper can only wipe their butts. And the price - it must not be higher than silk, otherwise why should others buy it?

After a few days, a few trees fell in the dense forest one after another, but because they were far away from the tribe, no one cared about them, and these trees were pulled out by Taijia with their bare hands - now he is also Lu Zhishen.

Because he was operating on the Mao Mountain (i.e., Yulei Mountain), which was a place of recreation for the nobles of the four major tribes, the common people were strictly forbidden to enter. Naturally, he couldn't make a noise, so he found a relatively deep cave and blocked the entrance of the cave with a huge rock, which was his secret base.

In order not to worry his parents, he has to go back every day, and I have to say that this is an extremely troublesome thing. After all, in reality, he is only six years old, and it is impossible for parents not to worry.

He found a tattered bronze yan and a few barrels and mats, all of which he would use visually. The bronze retort is similar to the current steamer, which can be boiled and steamed at the same time, which is more efficient than the bronze mustache. Immediately, Taijia used his divine power to smash the trees to pieces, and if it was in the tribe, it would definitely make a loud noise.

After the sawdust has been washed in water, the next step is steaming.

The bronze rings are very small, and the Thai armor has to be put into the broken wood again and again and steamed one after another, and so on, and the trouble is to death. No way, who made it a sole proprietorship? When you make some money, you can spread this industry to the people in the tribe, and you can just collect royalties at your leisure.

After a small part of the wood had been steamed, it was his turn to come into the picture—to put all the pulp in a large stone mortar and beat it with a slender stone; On the way, he also had to pay attention to the strength, he had already accidentally hammered a lot of stone mortars.

The beaten pulp is quickly copied through water, and when it is soaked for a while, the pulp and water form a suspended slurry, and then use a mat to scoop it up, and after drying, it is a complete paper.

"Oops, failed......"

"Damn, failed again!"

"Damn, I'm quitting!"

“……”

"This pulp can be mashed again......"

It took almost five months for the first piece of paper to be born, because it was his first practice and there were many failures. But Edison was still able to experiment with countless filaments, and he knew the method, but he refused to try again?

That's what drives him.

When the piece of paper fluttered in the wind, Taijia finally couldn't help but exclaim - he succeeded!

Countless times. He also thought about giving up and changing to other ways to make money, but fortunately he persevered and succeeded.

He's been dull all his life, and there's never been a time when something has made him so unforgettable—it's like hard work! It is bitterer than ginkgo seeds, but sweeter than peaches.

This first piece of paper is obviously different from what Taijia remembers, not only is it not fair enough, but there are many variegated colors, but at least it is larger than the roll of bamboo slips, and it is cheaper than cloth, there must be a market!

With the first piece of paper, the subsequent paper gradually becomes familiar. It took nearly two months for Taijia to make a hundred pieces of paper, each one cleaner and clearer than the other, even if he was just a practitioner, Taijia was full of pride in his heart.

This is just their own achievement, if this technology is fully popularized in the tribe, after the technology is mature, the paper made in two months must be about 100 times their own, if this is sold, it will definitely be a lot of price!

Taijia thought further, and he even thought of cooperating with merchants to sell paper to the Central Plains. Because this is not a military material, it will not touch the interests of countries, and it will definitely be sold widely!

You just need to count the money when the time comes.

When a hundred pieces of paper were brought back to the tribe, even more widened his eyes.

He could think that the child's play he said before was actually secretly made by his son!

"Wangwang......" said silently in his heart.

"Look, what am I talking about? You still don't believe my son! Yiyue held a piece of white paper and danced happily, "It's just that my son has been working hard for many months, if you tell your mother earlier, your mother can come to help you!" ”

For Gengwu, this is tantamount to reaching out and hitting him in the face.

But so what? Even if he is illiterate and short-sighted, he understands the meaning of paper - this is the existence that can completely replace cloth, and their family is not allowed to send it?

Thinking about this, even if he gets twice in the face, so what?

When the family of three was celebrating happily, a dark shadow instantly passed through the door and slipped away through the window. The process only lasted for a second, and in the eyes of everyone in the room, it was just a breeze blowing.

Naturally, they don't realize that a piece of paper is gone.

"Paper?"

Biya spread out the stolen piece of paper and wrote his name with a pen, with a smile on his face, he was the first person to use this invention!

"What a good invention!"

In the past seven or eight months, Biya has been paying attention to the actions of the Thai armor all the time, and even exaggerated to the point that he can tell where the Thai armor is in one breath.

In order to fully understand the Son of God, this is the price he must pay.

And this person, sure enough, did not disappoint him.

"I admit your ability to make paper as a convenient and inexpensive writing instrument—perhaps, this is a talent worth wooing......"