"This Daoist, your dish is ready."

A maid with a delicate face walked to the table with a board and put a few plates of dishes in front of Yang Xuan, all of which were vegetarian dishes, without any meat.

The monks in the flood wilderness, after stepping into the realm of refining and refining qi, cannot completely "open the valley", and still have to eat some food in their daily life.

If you can step into the realm of practicing qi and refining essence, you will be able to achieve the real valley.

Monks in this realm eat only for the sake of appetite.

The monks of Bigu are not mentioned for the time being, and the low-level monks who do not Bigu are particular about eating even if they eat.

Most of the food eaten by the monks is vegetarian, and there is very little meat.

In the eyes of the monks in the wilderness, there are too many smoke and filth in the meat, and only pure vegetarian food can help to become immortals.

Occasionally, the meat is opened, and the pigs, cattle and sheep in the world will not be eaten casually.

For example, the meat dishes in this restaurant, the ingredients are all derived from the specially raised spirit animals, which have been fed with various elixirs since childhood, and there are strict regulations on the water to drink every day and the number of hours of activity every day.

"Today's Qin State does not have mature papermaking technology." Slowly eating the wine and food, Yang Xuan thought carefully.

The human race in the flood wilderness, ordinary people still use bamboo slips as a writing carrier.

How troublesome bamboo slips are, people who know a little about history must know.

The "five cars of learning and being rich" often said in later generations also came from this era...... After all, there is only so much that can be recorded in a bamboo slip.

The content that can be recorded on the five carts of bamboo slips is estimated to be equivalent to two hardcover editions of "Guwen Guan Zhi" in later generations.

"If that's the case, then ......"

Thinking of this, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face.

"Let's make some merit."

After a long spring rain, the clouds are steaming, and the quiet and peaceful village is filled with a fresh fragrance. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. White clouds and blue sky, green mountains and green waters, reflecting the most simple and natural scenery.

In a clearing outside the village, a middle-aged man dressed in crimson clothes bowed to the young Taoist standing in front of him.

"Dao Chief, I have already found you the person you want me to find."

The middle-aged man said respectfully, and behind him stood more than twenty young men.

"Not bad." Yang Xuan looked at these people brought by the middle-aged man and nodded slightly. He could find that whether it was a middle-aged man or a young man, the eyes that looked at him were full of admiration and admiration, but there was no fear or flattery.

Now the southern Zhanzhou is still in the last years of the Warring States Period, and it is not the end of the law era after Liu Bowen cut off the road of Xianfan.

Most of the common people know that there are immortals in the world, and for those monks who walk in the world, they will only feel that they are capable people, and they will respect them very much, and they will not feel strange or even afraid like later generations.

After all, there are only a few monks in the world who can attain immortality, and many more monks will only die with the passage of time, and turn into a handful of loess after thousands of years.

"Red dust touches more", some monks who feel that they have no hope of becoming immortals will be attracted by the glory and wealth of the world, and high-ranking officials, and go to be worshipped, or enter the court as officials.

The monks would not rely on their strength to treat ordinary people as ants, and felt that it was natural for them to be killed and taken away.

At most, it is to distance yourself from mortals in order to show that you are superior and different.

"Pavilion Chief, do as it says."

Yang Xuan took out a few rolls of cloth with handwriting from the treasure bag and gave them to the middle-aged man.

"Dao Chief, what are you ......" The middle-aged man took the cloth and looked at it, and found that what was written on it seemed to record some kind of process.

"You just have to do what is written, and you don't care about the rest." Yang Xuan said lightly, "After the matter is completed, Poor Dao will give you another sum of money." ”

"Hmm...... Okay"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement. He was originally the pavilion chief here, but this morning Yang Xuan found him and asked him to find some craftsmen and young men from the nearby villages to do business, and he also took out a large sum of money as a reward.

The pavilion chief also felt strange at first, not knowing why this Taoist wanted them mortals to help with things.

However, the money Yang Xuan took out was enough for dozens of families to consume a year's rations, so the pavilion chief finally agreed.

So the pavilion chief began to direct the young men and began to act according to the steps written on the cloth.

The young men first cut down more than a dozen trees nearby, scraped off the bark of the trees layer by layer, and repeatedly smashed the bark with a mallet to make it fibrous.

The treated bark is soaked in a pond, then coated with lime slurry, boiled in a pot, and then pounded and rinsed to form a preliminary pulp.

After washing it with plant ash slurry, it is then steamed in a pot and poured with ash water to let it rot naturally until it becomes a complete pulp.

After the pulp is made, the pulp is soaked into a slurry, and then the pulp is scooped with a bamboo mat to make the pulp interwoven into a thin sheet of wet paper on the bamboo mat.

The last step is drying, drying the wet paper, and removing it to become paper......

Generally, papermaking takes at least ten days, and in order to get the finished product as soon as possible, Yang Xuan used mana to dry and hammer halfway, saving a lot of time.

"It's finally out."

Looking carefully at the white and pure rice paper in his hand, without any yellow slight, Yang Xuan finally showed a heartfelt smile on his face.

The last time I went to the fairy sword world, the world was still under the rule of the Tang Dynasty, and the papermaking technique was quite mature.

Before Yang Xuan left, he recorded the papermaking process of Datang and brought it back to the desolate world.

Now it's just in handy again.

"Dao Chief, what is this?"

At this time, the pavilion chief came over, looked at the things in Yang Xuan's hands that did not look like cloth and light yarn, and thought that it was the result of these busy days, and his face showed curiosity.

"This thing, it's called 'paper'?" Yang Xuan handed the rice paper in his hand to the pavilion chief and said quietly.

"Paper?"

The pavilion chief took the rice paper, only to feel that this thing was soft and comfortable, as light as cloth, and even more so, and asked puzzledly, "What is the use of this thing?" ”

"How useful is it?" Yang Xuan shook his head with a smile and patiently explained, "Just such a piece of paper is enough to write down an official document equivalent to a bamboo slip." ”

When the pavilion chief heard this, his face was full of incredulity, and he said tremblingly, "Dao chief, is this true?" ”

"Seriously!" Yang Xuan swore and said, "Why do you want to deceive Er and others? If you don't believe me, you can take it back and try it. ”

"Okay, I'll go back when I go."

The pavilion chief saluted Yang Xuan, then carefully held the rice paper in his hand and rushed towards the village.

Although he is only a pavilion chief, he also has to read various official documents on weekdays. Official documents are written on bamboo slips, and of course the degree of convenience is not as good as paper.

It was at this moment that the originally blue sky began to glow with golden light......