The lamp oil illuminated, and when the words on the bamboo slips came into view, Ji Jin's expression couldn't help but be stunned.

Because it was different from what he imagined, the strategy to save the Zhou royal family was written on it a method called "papermaking".

"Papermaking!"

The voice of self-muttering spoke, and Ji Jin's expression was a little puzzled and a little puzzled.

I looked at it several times over and over again, but finally found no other records on it.

"Someone!"

After just a deep groan, Ji Jin finally shouted loudly.

Soon, a servant quickly walked in.

"Childe, what do you command?"

The servant spoke respectfully.

"Prepare some bark and hemp for me."

"The more the merrier!"

Ji Jin opened his mouth and commanded the servant.

"No!"

The servant was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to hesitate at the slightest time about Prince Jin's words, and quickly responded.

Night is gradually approaching.

Soon the servants brought with them a large bundle of bark, twine, and rags.

And with these things, Prince Jin immediately began to act according to the records in the bamboo slips.

The process of papermaking is not very complicated.

Especially Jiang Chen's process, which has been simplified by later generations, is even simpler.

First, the raw materials are degummed in the lye by soaking or steaming, and then the fibers are cut off by cutting and pounding to become pulp.

Then the pulp is soaked into a slurry, and then the pulp is scooped with a paper scraper, so that the pulp is interwoven into a thin sheet of wet paper on the paper scraper, and finally the wet paper is put in the sun to dry, and the paper is formed after drying.

Although it is an ancient method of papermaking, compared with the original stage of Cai Lun papermaking, the process is undoubtedly much simpler.

As an ancient law, it was destined to require more manpower than later generations.

Not to mention the rest, there are not a few manpower required for boiling and mashing.

But fortunately, no matter how the Zhou royal family declines, there is still no shortage of manpower, at least at this moment.

And Ji Jin quickly fell into this kind of busyness.

Although he didn't understand what this so-called papermaking technique had to do with the revival of the Zhou Room, he believed Jiang Chen's words 100%.

So he didn't dare to have the slightest slack.

And soon a week passed.

In this week's time, Ji Jin completely entered the process of papermaking.

He was even personally involved.

He had even forgotten about another tortoiseshell.

After all, all he was thinking about was how to revive the Zhou Room.

Jiang Chen said that this was the method of reviving the Zhou room, and he firmly believed in it, and he wanted to know the result urgently.

A week has passed, and Ji Jin's eyes have dark circles.

But the results have been remarkable.

When the time enters the eighth day.

The previous process of papermaking has been thoroughly completed.

All that's left is the final work.

And there were no surprises.

I don't know if it's because the papermaking process is too smooth, the operation is too perfect, or if it's the effect of practicing fake and real, and there is not even any failure in the middle.

When the mashed pulp enters the water nest, the curtain is raised, and the presence of pale yellow wings is divided one by one, and when the sun shines, the water is quickly evaporated.

The first papers belonging to this era also really appeared in front of their eyes.

Just looking at these rectangular papers, Ji Jin was still a little puzzled.

Obviously, he still couldn't figure out the point.

"Mr. said that this was a way to save my room, but I was stupid and couldn't understand its meaning after all!"

Ji Jin smiled bitterly and said to himself, he was a little skeptical that he was too stupid, Mr. had obviously given him his method, but he still couldn't understand.

I took another look.

Finally shaking his head, Ji Jin got up again.

"I can only trouble Mr. again!"

He muttered to himself, then instructed the servant to bring a few rolls of the paper and walked back to the storage room.

Soon, Ji Jin came to the storage room.

"Childe!"

"Childe!"

"Trouble, Jin begs to see the teacher!"

Ji Jin looked at the guards who saluted one by one, and he hurriedly spoke.

"No!"

One of the officials quickly answered, and trotted into the room.

Soon the officer came out again.

"Childe, please!"

The official led Ji Jin into the room.

And when he walked into the room, Ji Jin happened to see his teacher, who was holding a strange thing and gesturing something on top of the bamboo slip, and there was ink for painting next to him.

"Teacher, do you want to paint on top of bamboo slips?"

Ji Jin was a little curious, and his movements couldn't help but be a little lighter.

It wasn't until he walked in that Ji Jin realized that his teacher was not painting, but writing.

At this point, it stopped.

"You're here, Jin!"

Jiang Chen's gentle voice spoke.

"Teacher, what are you?"

Ji Jin bowed, and then looked at the pen in Jiang Chen's hand with curiosity, as well as what he was writing.

Although there was a pen in this era, the use of the pen was not on writing, but on carving and painting, and it was not until Meng Tian improved the brush that the pen officially appeared on the stage of history.

Now that he has come up with papermaking, Jiang Chen naturally came up with a brush casually.

It's not too hard for him.

"This is a pen, it seems that your paper should have been made, take it!"

Hearing Ji Jin's words, and then seeing the paper in his hand, he couldn't help but chuckle and speak.

"After, okay!"

Ji Jin was still a little confused, but he still quickly delivered the paper.

Taking the paper, Jiang Chen slowly spread it on top of the bookcase.

The brush in his right hand was stained with some ink again.

As he wrote, his words slowly spoke.

"Bamboo and wood are bulky, the number of words written is small, the ink absorption is not good, and the processing is cumbersome, the knife carving is too time-consuming, once the error is extremely cumbersome, and the silk book is expensive, easy to corrode, and easy to be eaten by rats and insects."

"And I wondered if there was a whole new thing I could use to write and record."

"By chance, I discovered this thing called paper. Compared with bamboo paper, it is lighter, easy to carry, easy to communicate, and compared with silk books, paper is cheap and easy to popularize. ”

The words opened slowly, and on the blank paper, the word "Dao" in golden text came up with it.

"Write!"

"Paper!"

Muttering to himself, Ji Jin listened to Jiang Chen's words, and a faint spiritual light flashed in his mind.

But I couldn't catch it.

It was as if there was a film directly blocking his thoughts and vision.

"Sir!"

Ji Jin opened his mouth, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

I don't know what to ask.

"Jin, do you know what the Zhou Room needs to do, or what can be done, today?"

Looking at Prince Jin's frowning expression, Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, the movement in his hand rose again, and the words were immediately asked again.