"Take it. Ma Feifei handed the epic quality book in his hand to Wang Han, Wang Han hurriedly stretched out his hands to hold it, stroking the black quality book, excited but also a little pity: "If the paper of the book is better, maybe it can be upgraded to a legendary quality book." ”

This old man is now suffering from an occupational disease, and he comes up with such a sentence at every turn.

Ma Feifei didn't bother to discuss this topic with Wang Han, after all, these books were produced by the Magic Bookstore, and the paper consumed was also given away for free by the system, and they were all given away for free, so Ma Feifei couldn't ask for more, right?

"When can I start working?" Ma Feifei still hopes to solve the problem of making paper as soon as possible, and then bring these papers back to make the paper in the magic bookstore new.

Wang Han calmed down his excitement, put the epic quality book into the space ring in his hand, and replied, "Today is enough." ”

This time, Wang Han never mentioned his previous oath, of course, Ma Feifei would not be idle and teased Wang Han, since Wang Han was willing to help make paper, then other things were not so important.

"Please come with the little one. Wang Han began to lead Ma Feifei and Li Shenzhou into his house, Wang Han's home is not big, there are three rooms in total, the middle is where he usually sleeps, the left is the kitchen, Wang Han takes Ma Feifei to the right side.

As soon as he got close to the room, Ma Feifei could smell a smell similar to a red sour branch, and there was a faint scent of trees, which was particularly refreshing and refreshing.

"It seems that this old king is just talking about not making paper. Ma Feifei thought silently, nine times out of ten, this room should be the paper mill established by Wang Han himself at home, and it is okay to hide secretly at home to make paper, otherwise the smell of tree fragrance will not be so serious.

"Book Emperor, please. Wang Han had already walked to the door at this time, opened the closed door, and raised his hand to signal Ma Fei to fly in.

"Just call the shopkeeper in the future. Ma Feifei bowed his head slightly and stepped in.

Entering the room, the stronger fragrance of the tree was in his nose, Ma Feifei's nose wrinkled, and when he looked around, he found that most of the small wooden boards in the room were formed after the initial refining of spiritual power, and some were even in the shape of wood, in addition to a stove, and some boiled water stains could be seen in the pot.

"Are you papermakers so sloppy in making paper?" Ma Feifei was a little surprised, he didn't find any professional papermaking equipment in this room, which didn't meet his expectations for papermakers before.

"Uh...... Dare to ask the shopkeeper, what does it mean to be hasty?" Wang Han was a little confused and asked.

"This ......" Ma Feifei was also a little speechless, what did you ask him to say about this thing?

"Uncle Wang, can you demonstrate how paper is made?" Ma Feifei thought for a while and asked.

"Absolutely. Wang Han nodded and glanced at Li Shenzhou: "Li family boy, help the old man make a fire." ”

"Okay!" Li Shenzhou responded and ran to the stove and started to light a fire.

"Boom~!"

A moment later there was a 'crackling' sound in the room, and in a few moments the water in the pot began to tumble, gush, and gurgle.

Wang Han picked up a pile of wooden planks from the corner, walked to the stove and stopped, his brows furrowed slightly, staring at the hot water stains in the pot.

"Gollum~"

The water was getting hotter and hotter, and a white mist came out of the water, and many bubbles exploded on the water.

It was at this time that Wang Han threw a wooden plank into it.

"Sand~~"

The wooden board boiled instantly when it met the water in the pot, and Ma Feifei stood behind and could clearly see that the wooden board softened directly and began to thin continuously.

After about three breaths, Wang Han threw another piece into it.

"Sand~~"

The planks boiled again, thinning and slowly overlapping with the bottom plank, and interestingly, the two planks began to stick together on their own, leaving and right, slowly merging together in the boiling inside.

"It seems that there is a problem with this water as well. When Ma Feifei saw this scene, he thought silently in his heart.

"Sand~"

"Sand~"

Wang Han kept throwing in the planks until the fifth piece, and then after a quarter of an hour's work, Wang Han directly grabbed his hands and reached in and took out the planks inside.

The five planks were finally fused into a thin white sheet of paper by boiling hot water.

The paper is not large, about the size of an A4 sheet of paper, and half of the cross-cut is just enough for two pages of a book.

"Shopkeeper, this is a piece of paper that has been made and dried, and then it can be compiled into a book for writing and writing. Wang Han came to Ma Feifei with the wet paper in both hands and said in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, how many sheets of this paper can you make in a day?" Ma Feifei asked with a frown, he always felt that this papermaking process was a bit problematic.

When Wang Han heard this, he organized the language and said: "The production process is not complicated, under normal circumstances, more than 100 pieces of paper can be made a day, but the condensate water has certain characteristics, and frequent use will dilute the coagulation strength of the condensation water, so it needs to be stopped and cooled for two hours every other hour before it can be continued." ”

Ma Feifei sighed and was a little surprised, is this the legendary two-hour charging and five-minute talking?

One hour is two hours, two hours is four hours, according to this calculation, paper can be made twice a day at most, that is, four hours, and the rest of the time is delayed because of this condensation.

"Can't you get a few more pots and mass production?" Ma Feifei frowned and asked, since the characteristics of condensate paper are like this, it takes a certain amount of time to cool, so you can find a way from somewhere else!

Wang Han shook his head and explained: "This paper condensate is strictly controlled by the Yong'an Mansion, and each papermaker can only get a pot of the same amount of condensate water, and no more will be enough; ”

"In this case, wouldn't it be that the amount of paper you papermakers make every day will be very limited?" Ma Feifei doesn't know how many bookmakers there are on the Doushu Continent, but since it is a world where booksellers are respected, there will definitely be no shortage of this kind of profession, and the paper that a bookmaker needs will definitely not be less, so it is estimated that the paper produced by a papermaker in a day is not enough for other bookmakers to write a book.

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