Wang Pengfei walked on the road and quietly asked his daughter.

"Qing'er, do you really know how to make paper?"

He had the feeling of dreaming.

Wang Xiaoqing nodded.

They found Han Dazhi and told him about it, and Han Dazhi was a little overwhelmed.

Why did you come out to make paper?

"Xiaoqing, it's not that your uncle doesn't believe you, or he thinks it's too unreal. Papermaking is not a joke, those big paper merchants are all unique crafts, how can they be learned by us, your master is not joking, right? ”

It's not that Han Dazhi doesn't believe it! I really haven't heard of Wang Xiaoqing making paper for so many years.

It's nothing else.

The risk is too great.

"Uncle Han, what you need to make paper is actually very simple! If you don't believe it! Such! Let's use some materials first, simply make the first batch of paper, the process requirements of rice paper are relatively high, I will make some out to see, just in time to send it to Fucheng to test the water, to see how it is, and then we are deciding whether to increase productivity. ”

Wang Xiaoqing also knows that you can't be so eager to do things.

If you want to convince everyone, you have to be able to come up with something convincing, so it is imperative to make the first batch.

Han Dazhi nodded when he heard this.

Wang Xiaoqing is still very sensible, this child doesn't look like a little girl.

It can be seen that the old fairy is quite capable, otherwise he can cultivate a rural village girl to this role, and it is not a person with great ability who can't do it.

All of a sudden, they were busy.

Wang Xiaoqing took the two elder brothers in the family, Han Chengkui and Han Chenghuai of the Han family, up the mountain together.

Three days later.

"Uncle, big brother, let's carry a vat of pulp!"

Wang Xiaoqing commanded.

"Hey, I'll be right away."

Wang Pengju didn't know how to put his excited hands and feet.

This is making paper.

Or Wang Zaishan, Wang Zaijiang stopped Wang Pengju,

"Dad, let's go."

The brothers are all adults! At the age of ten years, it is the time to have the strength of the handle.

In the past few days, they have followed Wang Xiaoqing up and down the river to work.

The two of them watched as little by little the sister turned those rotten bark leaves into papier-mâché.

Little by little, their hearts became eager.

The two quickly ran to the front yard, and the shed against the wall in the front yard was full of large vats, and inside was the boiled slurry, which had been precipitated for two days!

Lifting a tank, two people were sent to the backyard.

Wang Xiaoqing walked into the utility room and closed the door, not because he was afraid of stealing art, but because he was used to it.

It's a rigorous attitude, and of course it's a bit mysterious.

Facing a vat of slurry, Wang Xiaoqing held his breath and began to move.

Wang Xiaoqing inside was doing it quietly, and the people in the courtyard outside were looking up and down in their hearts, looking at the tightly closed door anxiously, wishing that they could see through the door panel and see everything inside.

However, Wang Xiaoqing said that this is the rule of the old immortals, and you can't watch the arts.

The rules of the old immortals, there are still people who dare not abide by them.

So more than a dozen people in the courtyard could only scratch their ears and cheeks and wait.

Wang Zaishan, Wang Zaijiang and Wang Pengju secretly looked inside from the window, but the window was covered with a layer of cloth, and they couldn't see it at all, they could only see a shadow shaking, fast speed, beautiful arc, like dancing It looked pleasing to the eye.

The three of them were secretly anxious in their hearts, it wouldn't be Wang Xiaoqing.

So what to do?

An hour passed, and the midday sun shone warmly.

But no one felt warm, and their hearts were full of cold worries.

The more time passes.

The more they worry.

After all, Wang Xiaoqing grew up under their noses, and this kid has never touched anything in the paper mill.

Just relying on the old immortals, is it as magical as the legend!

I haven't moved my hands, just by listening, it's done.

Then what do you want those masters to do!

The door of the utility room slammed open, and in the sunlight, a slender figure appeared in the doorway.

The crisp sound is like heaven,

"Uncle, Dad, okay, come in and have a look!"

Wang Pengju, Wang Pengfei, and Han Dazhi woke up like a dream.

Several people rushed towards the utility room, and because of impatience, the three of them collided together, one stumbled, and almost fell on the threshold, but was supported by Wang Xiaoqing before he stood firmly.

Several people crowded into the utility room.

When they saw that the pile of thick pulp made of paper film had been pressed by Wang Xiaoqing with a large stone specially pressed for paper, and the rest was left with the process of drying paper, and when the moisture was almost dry, they could remove the paper.

They don't know how to make paper, but Wang Pengfei is a child, and the quality of paper can still be seen.

Just from the thickness of the paper film, as well as the color, including the texture of the paper, you can see the quality of the pulping technology.

"You're going to have a word! Xiaoqing's pulp fishing skills are not good! What a desperate person. ”

The eldest aunt Feng Guihua was in a hurry, and asked Wang Pengfei on tiptoe behind her.

No one understands here, only Wang Pengfei understands.

Wang Pengju and Han Dazhi circled around the paper film twice, and Wang Pengfei squatted in front of the paper film with his waist bent, squinting his eyes and looking carefully.

"Don't say it, I think Xiaoqing's craftsmanship is really good, at least it looks no different from the rice paper outside, if it is different, it is estimated that the thickness of the paper film is different, I think those rice paper outside, Xiaoqing is only seventy percent thick."

This is Wang Pengfei's pertinent evaluation.

Han Dazhi nodded, that's right, he also saw it that way.

Han Chengkui said slowly: "I look at the paper made by Xiaoqing. ”

Everyone was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"I've seen those rice paper outside, the lowest grade rice paper film texture is not delicate, not to mention, there are thick and thin, uneven, so it sells one, two or five, to win by price, but Xiaoqing made paper, the thickness of the paper film is uniform, and the texture of the pulp is estimated to be a matter of boiling pulp, which can't be changed, but it is a lot more delicate!

I didn't see any of them, but judging from the few above, they belonged to the best rice paper, and even compared to the best rice paper sold outside. ”

Han Chengkui walked through the dart and saw a lot.

Wang Xiaoqing nodded, it was not easy to see so much.

In fact, I have made a little blending, but this can't be said, after all, these processes are not available now.

Immediately, everyone was happy to close their mouths.

How expensive paper is.

But the people who followed Wang Xiaoqing up the mountain and down the river in the past few days all knew in their hearts that it was not just the bark and rotten leaves, and it took a lot of effort, but these papers could immediately turn into white silver.

With silver, they still have to worry about it in winter.

Every household may be able to build a house, and they can also buy what they lack at home.

The children at home don't have to worry about spending the winter.

I can't help but have hot eyes.