Back in the room, Cao Shuo asked people to find him some Cai Hou paper.

In the past, Caihou paper was expensive, and Cao Shuo had long asked people to study ways to reduce the cost of paper and make paper more delicate.

The craftsmen mixed tree bark, fishing nets, rags and other things into the raw materials of papermaking, which indeed reduced a lot of costs, but the purification of the paper still did not meet the standards required by Cao Shuo.

Before the improvement, the Caihou paper was pale yellow, but after the improvement, the color of the paper used under Cao Shuo is much lighter, closer to white.

Deng Zhan sent a stack of papers, Cao Shuo picked it up and shook it, and asked him, "Is there anything softer?" ”

The paper in his hand is a little hard, it is okay for writing, and it can be used to make things that women need to use every month, which is indeed not possible.

"Paper is like that." Deng Zhan said: "Gongzi instructed the craftsman earlier to remove some more impurities from the paper, and they did ......."

"What was done?" Cao Shuo interrupted him, shook the paper in his hand and said, "This texture is indeed a little stronger than before, but it is still far from what I want." ”

"I'll tell them what Childe means." Deng Zhan replied.

"I don't need you to tell them, I'll go myself." Cao Shuo stood up, took Deng Zhan and greeted Zhu Ao, who was guarding the door, and left the house.

In the past, Caihou paper was not as easy to use as silk, and the cost was not much cheaper than silk, so few people would use it as a writing carrier.

Although silk silk is a little more expensive, its texture is good, unlike Caihou paper, which sometimes turns into a black lump when written.

Cao Shuo made the development of paper purification and cost reduction, the price of paper fell, and many people under his rule gradually became accustomed to writing on new paper.

However, paper is not good, there are too many rough edges on the surface, and the writing is still a little unsatisfactory.

Leaving home with Deng Zhan and Zhu Ao, they went to the paper mill built in Shouchun City.

Paper is supplied from all over the world, and the scale of the paper workshop is not small.

Cao Shuo rarely came here.

When the steward of the workshop heard that he was coming, he hurriedly ran out to greet him.

"Childe!" Seeing Cao Shuo, the workshop manager bowed and saluted.

"I'm just here to take a look." Cao Shuo raised his hand and asked the steward, "How are you doing to purify the paper now?" ”

"Hui Gongzi, I have been arranging people to study." The steward said: "We have increased the purification process, and the pulp screening is also more refined, and the paper produced is ......."

"The purification process is still not enough." Cao Shuo said: "The paper used for writing needs to have a particularly delicate texture and an extremely smooth surface, otherwise the ink will still leak in all directions when writing. ”

"I will arrange for someone to continue purifying." The steward hurriedly responded.

"Paper can be used for more than just writing, did you know?" Cao Shuo asked the steward.

The steward was at a loss.

Of course, he didn't know what else paper could be used for.

"There is a kind of paper that needs to be steamed at high temperatures." Cao Shuo said: "Its texture must be very soft, and you don't have to think about whether it can be used for writing, but whether it can absorb water." ”

"The kind of ...... that Childe said," the steward wanted to say and stopped.

"How?" From the look of the steward, Cao Shuo saw something, and he asked, "Did you make that kind of paper?" ”

"You can't say it's made." The steward said with some embarrassment: "It's just that I made a mistake when I made paper last time, and I scrapped a lot, but it's similar to what Childe said." ”

"Take me to see it." Cao Shuo waved his hand.

The steward bowed and led him into the workshop.

When he came to the workshop, Cao Shuo found that there was a lot of sewage on the ground, and the color of the sewage was a little yellow, and it also exuded an indescribable smell.

"Why don't you dispose of the sewage?" Looking down at the sewage, Cao Shuo asked the steward.

"I deal with it every day, but I can't handle it." The steward replied: "Paper is used everywhere, and we make too many ......."

"If the paper used everywhere is not transferred from you, you really have to worry." Cao Shuo said: "There are many things that are not a reason to leave sewage here. You and the craftsmen have to work here, and one day is nothing, and two days are fine, but over the years, you will inevitably get all kinds of problems because of the residual sewage. ”

"Childe taught me a lesson." Cold sweat oozed from the steward's forehead: "I'll let people do it." ”

"I barely come here, but when I came suddenly, I found a lot of problems." Walking in the papermaking workshop accompanied by the steward, Cao Shuo said: "You are engaged in light industry, don't treat yourself as a small workshop. Even if it's a small workshop, it's not as casual as yours. ”

Cao Shuo reprimanded him in person, and the steward lowered his head and followed behind, not daring to say anything.

Walking around the workshop, the more Cao Shuo saw, the worse his mood became.

Although he didn't know much about papermaking, he could see that there were omissions in many processes in the workshop, and the craftsmen were not very attentive to their work.

"How long have you been here?" Cao Shuo asked the steward.

"It's been two years since I returned to my son." The steward replied.

Cao Shuo asked Deng Zhan again: "When was the paper sent to me made before?" ”

"Two years ago." Deng Zhan replied.

"Show me the paper you've made now." Frowning, Cao Shuo asked the steward to look at the paper.

The steward didn't dare to do so, and hurriedly ran to get the paper.

A moment later, he returned with two pieces of paper.

Taking the paper, Cao Shuo shook twice, and asked with a sneer: "It's been two years, and you told me about the increased process of purifying pulp, but this kind of paper is not as good as what was made two years ago." ”

"Who told you to do the stewardship?" Handing the paper to Deng Zhan next to him, Cao Shuo asked.

The steward lowered his head and did not dare to respond.

"Childe asked, why didn't you answer?" Zhu Ao glared at him.

Only then did the steward reply: "Back to the son, it was the ...... who was selected at the beginning."

"Find out who chose him." Cao Shuo instructed Deng Zhan.

Deng Zhan responded.

Cao Shuo said again: "From today on, you don't have to do anything to take care of, I will leave it to others to take care of here, and you can become a craftsman below." ”

I didn't come for a hundred years, and when I came here, I took the steward, and the craftsmen who saw this scene were stunned one by one and lowered their heads.

"Why didn't the former steward do it?" Cao Shuo asked Deng Zhan.

"Sick and dead." Deng Zhan replied: "I got a sudden illness and died within a few days. That's why I re-selected the stewards later. ”

"Then choose one from the craftsmen who can take care of the paper workshop for me," Cao Shuo said with a cold face: "No matter which industry, no matter what kind of workshop, the person in charge must know how important and must work hard." Like this, who has nothing to achieve at all and only knows how to mess around, all of them will be replaced by me. ”

(End of chapter)