In the third year of Jian'an (198 AD), November.

Jingzhou, south of Chuyang, on the shore of the water, the sunset slanted sprinkled with a little temperature, the mountains in the distance are barren, occasionally there are only a few touches of green, the autumn harvest has long passed, and the fields are mostly hay.

A young girl dressed in a pale cyan straight robe, with a beautiful face, slightly yellow hair, and slightly bent knees, stood firmly on a boulder on the shore, pulling the rope from the water, only to see the ripples swinging out in circles.

"Sister, isn't it heavy? Are there any fish? Next to him, a young man in a coarse linen coat asked excitedly, and then rubbed his hands from time to time, the thin clothes could not withstand all the cold for him.

"Little Thirteen, don't worry, I'm in a hurry, I can't eat hot tofu." The girl did not answer directly, but felt the weight in her hand, the fish in this fish cage today may not be smaller than the day before yesterday.

"What hot tofu." The teenager said he had never heard of it since he was a child. His name is Huang Cong, and he ranks thirteenth in the clan.

"Tofu is a kind of good food made by Liu An, the king of Huainan, with soybean (soybean) as raw material, and it is relatively nutritious."

It's just that even in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, tofu had not yet become popular.

"Eat?" The boy's eyes lit up.

The girl did not answer, but increased the strength in her hand, and then, she saw that the bamboo cage about a foot long and about three feet long was pulled out of the water, and the silver light exploded and crackled, but it was the fish inside that were struggling frantically.

"Big fish! There's another big fish to eat tonight! The boy hurriedly took the bamboo cage and brought it to the shore, and then happily poured the fish into the ground far from the water.

Seeing such a harvest, the girl also smiled, at least, tonight's dinner is not all vegetable leaves.

"Sister, I'll make a few more fish cages tomorrow."

Stringing the fish with grass, the boy thought about weaving a few more cages.

"Whatever you want." The girl waved her hand carelessly, and then walked to the shore, looking at today's catch, the largest one weighs at least two catties of the later generations, and the small ones are almost only half a catty, "You can take the big one home, and the two small ones can be given to my mother." ”

"No, no, no, it's about four pounds...... the big one" The young man cramped and wanted to refuse.

In the Han Dynasty, one catty was about half a catty in later generations.

The girl sighed, "My father went to visit friends, but he was not at home, and my mother and I couldn't eat much." ”

"Then Huang Cong thanked his sister here, and one day, he will repay his sister's kindness."

The girl didn't answer, she glanced at the workshop not far away, and then looked at her younger brother (i.e., clan brother/cousin), and smiled, "Go back." ”

As the sun set, the two figures walked one after the other.

……

Traveling back to the Three Kingdoms, what do you want to do most?

If it was more than a month ago, Huang Chuchu, no, when Huang Yueying first arrived in this era, she would have replied without hesitation: I just want to go back.

Now, she still wants to return to the afterlife, but she also wants to work hard to live in this era before she goes back.

In her previous life, she was just an ordinary social animal, and she became a part-time writer because of her hobby...... This treasure book actually comes with a chance to travel!

But there is no writing in the treasure book how to go back! This treasure book in her head, if there is a physical book, she will be ruined!

Sighing helplessly, she crossed over and did not accept the memory of the original body, but from her mother's words, she knew that the original body had her crossing because of a wind and cold.

Just a common cold took the life of the original body, which made her feel very insecure, and what made her even more insecure was the era she lived in.

The first rule of the Crossing Treasure Book: Talk less, observe more.

So, in Huang Cong's mouth, she heard the name of "Liu Jingzhou", and in the bamboo slips left by her father, she saw the words "I Huang Chengyan", and at the same time, she also saw "Yueying and my sister" in her sister's family letter, plus clothing, work and rest, so that she was sure that the current era is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is about to be three points.

Her father is Huang Chengyan, and the place where she is now is the settlement of the Huang family in Chuyang, and her mother, if there is no accident, should be Cai Wei's daughter, and her uncle is Cai Mao, and her uncle is Liu Biao, her sister, who should be married to the Kuai family, and her future husband...... The compound surname Zhuge , a single name and a bright character, will be the prime minister of Shu Han!

Oh, her nickname is Ah Chu, which is the name of Huang Chu Chu before she crossed over, and now ...... She is Huang Yueying, and she is only twelve this year.

In this era, human life is like a mustard, Jingzhou is fine, at least more than ten years of peace, although his uncle, known as one of the eight horses, is old and mediocre, but he is also a master in middle age, riding into Yicheng alone, forming a clan, feasting and killing thieves, and passing on the seven counties.

Jingzhou has been a rare and stable place over the years, and even Zhuge and his family have also come to Jingzhou for refuge.

But it's also a place of four wars. Zhuge suggested that Liu Bei take Jingzhou first, Cao Cao went south directly after pacifying the north, and Sun Quan's heart to take Jingzhou never stopped.

Of course, it's useless to think about this now, you have to make living conditions better first.

The second article of the Crossing Treasure Book: You must hold on, not wave.

However, she really doesn't want to go to the toilet and use wood chips!

……

"Sister, I'll put the fish in the back kitchen." Huang Cong carried the fish, stepped on straw sandals, and shouted at Huang Yueying.

"Go ahead." Huang Yueying nodded slightly, watched her younger brother run away happily, shook her head slightly, and went to the main house.

In the main room, a few low tables and kneeling mats were quietly hung there. Although it has not been used for a long time, it is still as clean as new.

Her mother, she is a capable householder.

It's just that her old father, who hasn't met yet, is a loser. About 200 of the 365 days a year are spent visiting friends, and the remaining 100 days or so have to manipulate the tricks of Liujia, and the money spent is not ordinary.

Huang Chengyan's family is not a poor peasant, his family has more than 500 acres of fertile land, there are eight tenant households, and almost all of the annual food is obtained from the land, but the land has to pay taxes, as well as poll tax and forced labor tax......

Therefore, before seeing her old father, Huang Yueying's impression of him is not very good, but in the end, this is a famous figure in history, and there are many praises in historical materials, she is very curious.

"Mother!" Thinking of this, Huang Yueying was not idle, and went straight to her mother's room, seeing Cai's who was weaving cloth while the light was taking advantage of the light, she was really thoughtful and true, with a delicate texture and even bones and blood, and an extremely elegant temperament.

"Coming back?" Cai raised his head slightly, looking at the little girl who had slowly become lively for more than half a month, and smiled gently, "Have you caught a fish today?" ”

"I caught it, I asked Brother Cong to take the biggest one home, and only two small ones were left." Huang Yueying also replied with a smile.

"Good. You have to be careful when you go to the water's edge, you know? Cai's whispered again, remembering the wind chill last month, she was afraid for a while, and her daughter was silent for a long time because of this wind chill, which made her feel distressed, so if her daughter wants to do something, she will naturally support it, as long as her daughter can be safe.

"Okay, Grandma." Huang Yueying didn't refute either, Jing Chu's people, good at water, she could have been able to swim, but from the care of her old mother, she accepted it.

"How's the bamboo paper made?" Cai then asked.

"It's going to be flipped, and this process will take about ten years." Huang Yueying opened her mouth and replied, "When the decay is gone, you can bundle the bamboo and then crush it into fine powder with a large stone, and the follow-up process will be faster." ”

To put it simply, it is to peel the green skin on the outside of the tender bamboo, then soak the bamboo softly, break it, beat out the fiber part, and then remove the large unqualified coarse fiber, and then dissolve the fine fiber into the water, take it out, and dry it. It's easy to say, but to do, the process is also complicated, and it consumes manpower.

Although it is idle now, the weather is also cold, so you have to eat it.

"Okay." Cai Shi took out a handkerchief and wiped his daughter's face with a smile, "When your father returns, he will be a big surprise." ”

"That's nature!"

"You!" Seeing the smug little expression on his daughter's face, Cai's was happy, but fortunately, her daughter was cured.

Huang Yueying naturally smiled, she was alone in her previous life, unconcerned, and chic.

Now it is quite tiring to put a thirty-year-old soul in a twelve-year-old body, but feeling this family affection, she doesn't feel tired anymore.

After dinner, it quickly got dark.

It's been more than a month since she came to this era, and from the initial anxiety, afraid of being seen as fake, to now accepting the care that Cai's gave her, she is slowly reassuring.

Now that she has basically figured out the identity relationship on the side of the original body, she has begun to become handy in handling it, and even made a plan for herself, but for now, she has to make the paper first, after all, people have three urgent things.

She made bamboo paper, referring to the process of Fuyang bamboo paper, the whole process took about two months, and now it has successfully reached the stage of turning the stall. Of course, there is also a rice paper process, but the manufacturing cycle starts in one year, and she can only consider it after she has the capital.

When the bamboo paper is made, with Huang Chengyan's current relationship network here, are you still afraid that it will not be rolled out?

Liu Biao is her uncle, no one dares to spread it!

Of course, the papermaking was made after three days of serious thinking.

First, there is Cai Lun paper at this time, but the surface is rough and not easy to write, so it is not unconventional and safe.

The second is to make bamboo paper, with her current class, she will not stand on the opposite side of the scholars, but will be sought after, after all, there are more bamboo slips on the market today.

The third is about cultural inheritance, the sooner it is taken out, the faster it can be deposited, so that the people can benefit.

So, another half a month passed, and the weather was getting colder and colder.

"Erniang, there is already pulp in the workshop! It did exactly what you said the pulp! Early in the morning, Huang Yueying arrived at the workshop by the river, and Uncle Song, who was in charge, excitedly told her about it.

Uncle Song's full name is Song Bo, and his ancestors were originally heirlooms, but the war was endless, and he went into exile all the way to Jingzhou, where he became a tenant of their family.

Regarding the papermaking explained by the second mother of the Huang family, he did not dare to delay at all. He had already helped Huang Chengyan manage the rest of the tenants, and now he was able to work for the master's family in the winter and consume less food at home, and they were all grateful.

"Really?" Huang Yueying was pleasantly surprised, and ran inside with her little follower Huang Cong.

But after more than ten steps, I saw the delicate but somewhat turbid pulp in the pulp pool, just like rice milk.

"Erniang! This is a piece of wet paper that Uncle Song and I just fished out as much as possible, you see! At this time, another big man came over with a boxy bamboo curtain, on which was the wet paper that had just been fished out of the pulp pool.

"Sister, this paper is wet, how can I write?" Huang Cong didn't understand, with his eight-year-old head, he couldn't figure it out.

"Xiao Langjun, this paper, you can write it when it is dried." Uncle Song explained that he had also read books and used Caihou paper, although he didn't know how Caihou paper was made, but he knew that the paper made by Huang Erniang would never be worse than Caihou paper!

"Then please trouble your uncles and uncles, copy some more paper today, and wait for it to dry!" My mother and I thank you for all of you! Each family will send an extra fifty catties of corn! ”

"Good!"

"Thank you, little lady!"

"Thank you, Erniang!"

As a result, the amount of wet paper on the paper holder continues to increase.

Five days later, Huang Yueying touched the smooth and delicate bamboo paper and almost cried, "It's finally done!" ”

Yes! She can finally go to the toilet with peace of mind!