Wang Pengfei was the happiest, stupidly circling around the pile of paper film, and kept muttering: "Not bad, not bad, really good, damn the child, our family is saved!" We have a good girl! ”

As soon as Liu Xiu'e heard this, her hanging heart could be regarded as letting go.

As long as you can get past this hurdle.

When the children are not hungry, she is satisfied!

Of course, if they can really make money by making paper, so that they have a place in this place and can gain a firm foothold here, they must be expected by everyone.

There was no hope for anything before, but suddenly it became easy to turn around, which made everyone in the Wang family and the Han family feel a little comfortable.

Everyone loves this kind of surprise in life.

"Dad, it's true, I'm not dreaming. You pinch me. ”

Feng Guihua still didn't believe it, after all, the child who had lived under his nose for so many years suddenly became so powerful and had amazing skills.

Healing the sick and saving people is nothing, it can only be the creation of the individual.

But making paper depends on strength and craftsmanship, and his two sons have been following Wang Xiaoqing.

Does that mean they have learned?

Feng Guihua doesn't feel like a dream.

Wang Pengju really pinched it, and Feng Guihua was in pain.

gave Wang Pengju a slap on his backhand, slapped Wang Pengju's arm, and scolded with a smile: "You really pinch!" ”

Wang Peng raised a smirk and said, "If you don't pinch you, you can believe it!" ”

"Dad, it's really no problem, it's done in a while, I really don't believe it. But when you say so, I believe it. ”

"Xiaoqing, don't be tired, if you have something, ask your brothers to help, you are too small, your body has not grown well, you can't be tired, lest you grow up in the future."

Feng Guihua has already started to worry about other issues.

Wang Xiaoqing readily agreed, if she didn't agree, she originally wanted her family to master this craft.

She really wasn't prepared to make a living from this.

Wang Pengju was still looking at the paper film like a treasure, and from time to time he wanted to reach out and touch it, and that cautious look made Wang Xiaoqing secretly happy in his heart.

"That's it, when I fish for pulp in the future, I will choose a few brothers to help, I will teach them, this pulp is about experience and technology, plus practice every day to reach my level, I can't rely on me in the future, I can't finish it alone!"

Wang Xiaoqing said matter-of-factly.

This technology cannot be in his own hands forever, and Wang Xiaoqing is not willing to die of exhaustion alone.

Just to keep the secret, it's not logical.

Besides, a good pulp master has not been able to do it for more than ten years, in order to reduce his burden as soon as possible, Wang Xiaoqing feels that he still has to pass on this craft to others, of course, if outsiders want to steal the art, it is unlikely to be.

Because there are many ways to make paper.

There is definitely a secret recipe.

There is also a set of training methods unique to their family, which is to train a good pulp master. After all, his dad summed up the essence of thousands of years.

There is no comparison with the current technology.

Wang Xiaoqing wants to use it to train a group of people now, and they will be the pillars of their two families in the future.

No matter where they are, the fact that the two families can get out of that predicament is the role of unity.

Wang Xiaoqing didn't mind pulling the Han family up.

There are many men in the Han family.

After all, their Wang family is a little weaker.

Therefore, the secret recipe is in the hands of their Wang family, but the technique can be taught to the Han family.

In this way, I am not afraid that the Han family will turn against me when the time comes.

To do things well and make the cause bigger, any family that dominates one side is united by its children in order to carry it forward.

Hopefully she didn't look away.

By the next day, the paper had been removed, and the thin white sheets of paper were there.

Wang Pengfei stood in front of the table, tears welling up in his eyes.

It's been a long time since I've touched the paper.

His hands have to feel the thirst for pen and ink.

"Good paper, good paper. Qing'er, you are my good daughter, this rice paper is definitely the best, even better than the high-quality rice paper in those pen and ink shops, just this whiteness, this delicate texture, can't be sold for three taels of silver, those people are blind. ”

He rubbed the papers, and couldn't help but be intrigued.

"grind me, kid."

Liu Xiu'e touched the wetness in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey, I'll be right away."

I went back to the house and took out the pen and inkstone that I gave up my family and business along the way, even if I was hungry, I was not willing to sell the pen and inkstone.

This is the lifeblood of her man.

Wang Pengfei splashed ink.

Write a few words freely.

Wang Xiaoqing watched from the side.

Her father's handwriting is really good.

If she writes, she will probably be a dog.

She has no problem with pen words, it is written dragon flying phoenix dance, but brush words, she is now a beginner.

"Good paper, it's good paper, your father and I have never used such a good paper, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and the ink stains will not be impregnated on the next one, so good. Dad is optimistic about this paper. ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Han Dazhi and they were overjoyed.

The big guy is worried all the time.

Even if the house is repaired again, it is afraid of heavy snow in winter.

As soon as it snows, they may collapse their houses.

It's going to die.

Building a house?

All the valuables that can be valuable on the road are sold, and the poor are sold.

But now that I have the skill to get money, I hesitated.

Although Wang Xiaoqing took out the craftsmanship.

But they didn't believe it at first, plus in the past few days, a few boys from the Wang family have been running diligently, and their own sons have also helped, but after all, they are not related by blood.

This kind of craftsmanship is generally passed from father to son, and from son to grandchild!

How could they really give them to the Han family.

Han Dazhi knew in his heart that this was the time for them to express their position.

It's not something they can learn if they want to.

"Brother Wang, eldest niece, this paper-making seems to be nine out of ten, congratulations to your Wang family for having one more money to enter, this is a craft! We understand, when the time comes, let's give a start, just be a small worker, we don't ask for anything else, eat with a mouthful of food, and Brother Wang eats meat! Let's just take a sip of soup.

Big brother niece, don't worry!

Our Han family will never covet your craftsmanship! This is handed down by the old gods! We know what to do, and we know what to do. ”

Han Dazhi is worthy of being a smart person, when it comes to this, people have expressed their position, that is, to make money together, not big-hearted, and not red-eyed!

Just follow the money.

Wang Pengju looked at Wang Xiaoqing!

He's also not qualified to decide anything.

What can he say?

He wanted to partner with the Han family.

After all, the two families helped each other along the way, but now it is different.

This is a matter of great concern for the future.

He didn't have that right to decide.

This is Xiaoqing's craft.