Han Shuxian didn't expect to really start making paper, and the original promise to Yunyun was just for the sake of her village, and she didn't want to refuse her immediately, but she really wanted to start papermaking.

However, since we have decided to make paper, it is better to act as soon as possible, and after talking to Huang Rui, we called Mo Ziyun and Murong Qingyuan again, "Since we have found someone who can make paper, we will now start looking for someone to learn this method of papermaking."

Although there is a way to make paper, it is not like cooking, which can be made immediately. He also learned after listening to Huang Rui that it would take at least half a year to make a piece of paper.

It takes such a long time, you have to choose people early, and you can only have the next step after choosing a good person.

"There aren't many people in our two families, so who should be chosen to learn how to make paper, what do you think?"

After Han Shuxian finished asking, he looked at the two of them, although the matter of papermaking was brought up by Wan Wan, but the person who could make paper was found by Qingyuan, with his relationship with the Mo family, he is now considered the Mo family, and he already values Murong Qingyuan very much, otherwise he would not accept him to teach carefully.

Therefore, when it comes to papermaking, he plans to do it in the name of the three families, the Han family, the Mo family, and the Murong family.

Mo Ziyun didn't have the idea that the ancients had to hide everything, and said directly: "Ask the people in the village to help, we originally wanted to let the people in the village earn more money."

"If they can make money, we can make money." After finishing speaking, I didn't forget to add a sentence mischievously.

When the words fell, Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan laughed, this is the truth, and they earn a lot!

Murong Qingyuan said, "I don't have an opinion, just let my uncle and Wan Yun decide."

Han Shuxian expressed his concerns, "Each industry has its own secrets that are not passed on, these secrets are the key to making money, if we all announce it to the public, everyone will know it, and go to our own door, what money will we make?"

Mo Ziyun immediately denied Han Shuxian's statement: "From the high-ranking officials and nobles to the common people, there are people in every family who can make clothes, but the clothes in the ready-to-wear shops still sell very well."

"Every family has rice grain, but the rice business in the grain and oil shop is still very good."

"Even if we talk about the method of roast duck and luncheon meat, not everyone can do it as well as ours, this is the same as Uncle Xie used to open a bookstore, he opened a bookstore, and others also opened it, but other people's bookstores are always better than his business, and then he changed his way to sell books, not to mention that the business is getting better, but surpassing others."

Han Shuxian carefully understood Mo Ziyun's words, and finally smiled, laughing at himself for nearly thirty people is not as free and easy as a child, not to mention that this papermaking method is so easy, so he is free and easy, "Okay, let's invite the people from the village to come, let's pay to build a workshop and teach everyone to make paper, not only that, but in the future, part of the money earned by the workshop will be used to distribute dividends to everyone, so that everyone can work together to treat the workshop as their own business!"

The methods of papermaking have been announced to the public, otherwise everyone will be hugged together, so as not to make everyone feel extraordinary.

"Godfather's idea is good, I'll draft the agreement, and Godfather will revise it finally!" The agreement is the best constraint, just like now, after everyone has the constraint of the agreement, they will not work arbitrarily in the workshop.

"Okay."

There are two agreements for the paper workshop, one for the workers who come to work in the workshop, whether they are villagers in their own village or people recruited from other places, they must also sign the employment agreement. This is simple, and it is directly used to take the agreement of the current luncheon meat workshop.

The other agreement was signed with Nanwan Village, coming out of Han's house, along the way, Mo Ziyun was thinking about how to sign this agreement to better bind everyone, and she had no clue until she got home.

When she got home, she didn't think about it anymore, and she wasn't in a hurry at this time. More importantly, I want to tell my grandparents the good news, "Grandpa, grandma, our family is about to have another business."

"What business? What are you trying to find to make money?" After asking, Mo Tingyu said earnestly, "Hello! Our family's money is enough, and the workshop has to share a lot of money every month, and the bookstore also has a lot of money, and there is still a lot of money in the field

Medicinal herbs, our family has so many ways to make money, don't toss, if you have that leisure, you can read more books by yourself, or sleep more."

After hearing this, Mo Ziyun smiled and said, "Grandpa, you are the first person who thinks that the money is enough!"

Song Nanzhi reached out and tapped Mo Ziyun's head, "It's not big, it's not small!"

Murong Qingyuan said for Mo Ziyun: "Grandpa, grandma, Sister Wanyun is not just for the family to make money, this time it is for our village, she wants the people in the village to have more income, and my uncle also agreed."

"Your uncle knows too?" Mo Tingyu asked.

"Yes." Murong Qingyuan nodded.

"He agreed? What's the business?"

"Say it yourself." Murong Qingyuan looked at Mo Ziyun and let her say it herself.

"Uncle Xie's bookstore uses a lot of paper every day, so I thought if we had paper, we could sell it to Uncle Xie." Mo Ziyun explained.

"Where are we going to find so much paper to sell to you Uncle Xie?" As soon as Mo Tingyu heard that she wanted to sell paper, she immediately worried about where to find paper.

"Don't look for it, we'll do it ourselves."

"Do it yourself? How?" No wonder Mo Tingyu doesn't know, if it weren't for the Mo family's good life, now there is no shortage of paper at home, people who are reluctant to spend more on food and clothing in less than a year ago, paper, something that only rich people can afford, how can their family have spare money to buy, if it weren't for Han Shuxian giving Mo Ziyun some books and paper, they are afraid that they will not be able to see a piece of paper all year round, let alone make paper, they will not think about it for the rest of their lives.

"Brother Qingyuan has found someone who can make paper, that is, Uncle Huang Rui, he will teach us to do it, and when everyone learns it, we can start making paper and selling it for money." Mo Ziyun explained again.

"How do they know how to make paper?" Mo Tingyu is a farmer, he has a short knowledge, and he doesn't know enough about Huang Rui, he only knows that his family is a hunter, and he doesn't know anything else, so he also thinks that Huang Rui eats with labor like himself, and has no knowledge.

Mo Tingyu's question was so bad that people didn't know how to answer, Murong Qingyuan took over, "I also knew when I was chatting with Uncle Huang Rui that he had been in a paper mill before, and he could make paper, and he had promised Uncle to come and teach us how to make paper."

As soon as he heard that Han Shuxian knew about this, Mo Tingyu didn't worry about it, "Then you will listen to your uncle more in the future."

After finishing admonishing Murong Qingyuan, he turned his head and told Mo Ziyun, "With your godfather to worry about, you won't have to worry about it."

"Okay, I'll listen to my grandfather, and I'll do whatever my godfather tells me to do in the future."

Saying this, Mo Tingyu and his wife didn't believe it, "If you were really obedient, you wouldn't have come up with this again, and your godfather is used to you, and everything depends on you."

Song Nanzhi also said angrily: "No, when I think of one place, I don't know why you have so many messy thoughts in your head."

Mo Ziyun blinked and said mischievously, "Daddy gave birth to it."

Song Nanzhi smiled, "Yes, your father and mother gave us a smart and well-behaved granddaughter." But he said in his heart: Your father and mother are not blessed, don't want such a good baby, it's cheap for our Mo family.

In the next few days, Mo Ziyun began to think about the agreement after giving the babies a lesson, and Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan were not idle, and first found Huang Rui to come to Han's house to dictate the detailed process of papermaking.

Huang Rui dictated, Murong Qingyuan recorded, and Han Shuxian observed.

After the record was finished, Han Shuxian reviewed it again, checked what Murong Qingyuan recorded and what Xie Wenhua said, and then took a hundred taels of silver to Huang Rui in advance, and promised to give him the remaining hundred taels after the paper was made.

When Mo Ziyun showed the agreed agreement to Han Shuxian, Han Shuxian also showed Mo Ziyun the recorded papermaking technique.

The content of the agreement is also simple, and it is beneficial to distribute it to everyone, according to the performance of each family in the workshop, at the end of the year, it will be divided into a red for everyone. If anyone violates the rules of the workshop, they will be fined, and not only will they not have dividends to share, but they will also be expelled from the workshop.

The main purpose of the clause is just to bind everyone, tell everyone the truth of prosperity and loss, and hope that everyone can work together to make the workshop better.

Han Shuxian looked at the agreement, and Mo Ziyun also looked at the papermaking method, which was very complete, including bamboo, thatch, wheat straw papermaking, and the processing of green sandalwood, tree and other tree papermaking.

The description is very complete, it seems that I have not been to the paper mill before, otherwise I would not be able to say such a complete papermaking method.

After looking at it, he pointed to the practice of bamboo and asked, "Godfather, why do you want to marinate the bamboo in lime water for half a year?"

Han Shuxian also asked this question, so after Mo Ziyun asked, he replied without thinking: "Lime can make bamboo rot, and it is easy to crush after rotting, and it can be made into pulp after mashing."

If you wait for the lime to rot the bamboo, you have to wait for half a year, which is not in line with her own thoughts, so Mo Ziyun proposed, "Why don't you chop the bamboo into pieces or minced pieces first?" That way, you won't have to wait half a year."

Lime blisters for half a year, but to allow the bamboo to rot and extract bamboo fibers. The bamboo fiber is also pounded again, and only after mashing can it be made into bamboo pulp, and finally the bamboo pulp is poured into the paper pool, and finally the paper is scooped.

In this way, if you don't crush it well enough, the paper will be very rough, and you have to improve the quality of the paper and reduce the time it takes.

These words stumped Han Shuxian again, it sounded like there was some truth, but he also thought of the problem, bamboo is not pork and can invite someone to chop them into minced meat.

Han Shuxian thought of it, and Murong Qingyuan also thought of this question, "How can you chop the bamboo if it's so hard?"

This is not difficult, when raising this question, Mo Ziyun thought that the family is building a house, and there is a lot of wood, which can not be used by cutting back a tree, but also needs to be processed, with different thicknesses and lengths, and one of the tools is indispensable, that is, the saw.

Saws are mainly used to cut wood, but every time the wood is sawed, there will be a pile of fine wood chips on the ground, which can be used directly to make pulp.

Starting with bamboo, or going back to bamboo, "Isn't it possible to sawn bamboo into fine powder? It's finer than minced meat."

Belch!

As soon as these words came out, Han Shuxian and Murong Qingyuan didn't know how to answer this.

Han Shuxian thought with black lines on his head: This seems to make sense.