When it is almost boiled, the hemp is fished out, beaten, chopped, and finally mashed repeatedly with a mortar.

Of course, it was impossible for Yun Yi, who was only three years old, to complete this series of work alone, so she secretly pulled Zhuang Ding.

After a while, she will ask Senior Brother Ah Jian to help her beat the hemp, or go and ask Senior Brother Ayun, who has played very well with her, to help her chop the hemp into pieces.

The senior brothers and sisters in the view were secretly begged by her one by one, and finally reached the last step, and Yun Yi made a difficulty.

She doesn't have a curtain for papermaking, and the bloggers who follow it in modern times use plastic curtains to do the last step of papermaking.

But she didn't have plastic in ancient times, what kind of thing did she use to make paper in ancient times? She doesn't know.

After two days of entanglement, Yun Yi still stretched out his claws to the master's room.

She still remembers seeing a bamboo mat in Master's room when she was a child.

……

On this day, Yun Yi got up early and waited outside Qinghe's door.

Qinghe, who had just opened the door, was scared.

Washing his face with water, serving food and setting dishes, Yun Yi thought that he would be comfortable serving his master.

Qinghe squinted and enjoyed the filial piety of the little disciple while waiting for Yun Yi to ask for help.

Don't think he doesn't know, this little guy has tossed a few senior brothers and sisters enough in the past few days.

With such diligence today, it is obvious that I need to ask him for help at the last minute.

As soon as Yun saw that Master was full of food and drink, he pinched his palm and said worriedly, "Master, I... I would like to borrow your room's... Bamboo mats are used. ”

Qinghe looked at Yun Yiyi with a smile: "Oh? What do you need to do with your very light paper? ”

"It's just the last step to be done, and you need to use the bamboo mat in the master's room to scoop up the pulp." Yun Yi didn't dare to explain in too much detail, after all, for a three-year-old child, it was impossible to explain the principle of her work in a clear manner.

"It's not difficult to borrow you, but we have to agree in advance, and you will return me a new bamboo mat when you are older." Qinghe took this opportunity to make her make an agreement that she would learn the skills of bamboo weaving in the future, which could not only be used for herself, but also to make a living, and to teach to others.

In the life of a Taoist, what he has learned is quite complicated.

Yun Yi happily agreed, if she said that she would use bamboo to weave flower baskets, she might not be able to do it.

But she knows how to make a bamboo mat, and when she used to write novels to collect style, she also learned from craftsmen.

I invited Senior Brother Ah Yun to go to the master's room to help carry the bamboo mat to the stream in the back mountain, and also used bamboo to make a side frame on four sides to prevent slurry leakage.

The modified paper maker was walked along the creek to the small pond naturally formed in the low-lying part of the stream, and the pounded pulp was evenly spread.

After some tossing, the sun also set early, and only a piece of sunset hung on the horizon.

Senior Brother Ayun was about to rush back to make dinner, so the two of them carried the paper maker covered with pulp back to Guanli.

The brothers and sisters all gathered around curiously, looking at the transformed bamboo mat and the thin layer of paper pulp spread on it.

They asked curiously.

"Is this the paper kite that the little sister said?"

"It doesn't look light~"

"Can you fly?"

"If you fail, you can't cry your nose when you go to dust~"

……

Yun Yi pouted, protecting his rudimentary version of the papermaker.

When she makes the paper, she'll scare your jaws!

Qinghe also joined in the excitement and came over, and his little disciple had always had some strange ideas in his head.

As long as it is not an absurd idea that causes trouble to others, Qinghe will not stop it, and will guide it well.

After a few days of drying and polishing, the first paper in this time and space was finally available.

Although it is a little frizzy and has some texture of bamboo mats, it is the result of a technique.

Qinghe touched the 'paper' in his hand and was a little stunned.

After carefully looking at his little disciple for a while, he still felt a little incredible.

thought it was just a joke between some children, but although he let it go, he also had the intention of polishing her.

Unexpectedly, she really figured out something called 'paper'.

It is soft and flexible, and can be colored with charcoal or written on with ink.

It is also extremely convenient to carry, but it is not waterproof, if this thing is used for the spread of books, the common people in the world will have books to read.

He is 45 years old this year, and he doesn't know how many years he will live.

Qinghe, who experienced five years of war, knew best that whenever there was war or natural disasters, it was extremely difficult to preserve and transport books.

The bamboo slips are so heavy that there are not a few words engraved on a roll of bamboo slips.

Wealthy families wrote on silk, or sheepskin.

But silk can only be used by large clans, and it is generally only used for clan inheritance records, not to mention parchments.

Qinghe rubbed the 'paper' on his hand, looked at the little disciple again, hesitated for a moment, and then said to the other disciples: "You go to rest first, and come with me." ”

Yun Yi followed Qinghe to the main hall, and at this moment she regretted it a little.

I didn't think that I would succeed in one attempt, and if I did a few more experiments, I wouldn't be so suspicious.

How did she know that she would succeed after one try? Isn't it hard to make paper? What shit luck she's gone.

What is the concept of three-year-old papermaking?

If you are your own three-year-old baby, you can make a robot, are you panicking?

The technology of papermaking in this era is equivalent to the modern robot you make.

The more Yun Yi thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his little head became lower and lower.

Will she be treated as a monster, arrested, and burned alive?

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but shudder.

When he arrived at the main hall, Qinghe sat cross-legged on the futon, and invited Yunyi to sit down.

She folded the hemp paper that she had been holding in her hand and had not let go, and placed it in front of her.

Then he looked in front of him, and Yun Yi, who had been keeping his head down after sitting down, said softly: "Go to dust, how do you know the manufacturing skills of paper?"

But accidentally saw someone else do it?

If you accidentally see someone else doing it, you need to tell him who he is, and we will come to apologize another day and ask him to teach us the skill. ”

"Or maybe it's a skill you've researched yourself?

You... And how did you discover that this can become 'paper'? ”

Yun Yi's brain was racing rapidly, and she had never been so anxious about anything since she came to this plane.

At this moment, she really regrets it, and she is still too anxious.

In the past few years, the days in Guanli have been too hard, and it is difficult to see a few drops of oil meat all year round.

It's time for her to grow her body again, and she is very hungry every day.

There is no income in the view, and when I read words, I thought that I would learn to cut words in the future, and I was very bored on weekdays, so I couldn't help it, so I thought about seeing if I could make paper.

She really didn't expect that she would be able to make paper in one go.

After thinking about it, Yun Yi still felt that she couldn't admit it.

But she really couldn't make up where she learned the craft.

Qinghe had apparently recognized the impact of this skill on the future, so he tried to find the original craftsman.

So she can only bite the bullet and deny it, only if this paper was made by her unintentionally, and what she originally wanted to make was not this.

When the time comes, you may be able to hide from the world.