After Huo Zhongru finished going to the toilet, he took his family and a few slaves and maids and moved to a new home together.

In the Han Dynasty, slaves were men and maids were women.

However, they are generally called slaves, and no one is too obsessed with this.

It's a pity that the slaves and maids brought back by Huo Zhongru are all men. You can work, but you can't... Ahem, that's not the point. The point is that after moving to a new home, you still have to use bamboo chips to wipe your butts in the toilet.

No way.

That's how it is in this era.

And!

Not only the Han Dynasty, but also the next few dynasties, there are bamboo pieces recorded in the history books. For example, Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, once cut the toilet chip himself, and even put the toilet chip on his face to rub it to detect whether there were small thorns on the toilet chip.

Not beat around the bush!

Life in ancient times was not good, it was very hard.

So!

Huo Guang made up his mind that his road to toilet paper must not be cut off just because he moved to a new home.

Night.

Several slaves and maids were already sleepy because they had moved and done heavy work, and they fell into a deep sleep. But Huo Zhongru, who is the owner, and the original owner's mother have been chatting all the time, obviously because they moved into a new home, and they can't sleep with some excitement.

The two chatted and chatted, and suddenly quarreled again.

In the scolding, it seems to be mentioning something like an illegitimate child.

Many people think that women in ancient times had a low status in the family, and that their wives did not dare to talk back to their husbands.

Not really!

The wife of Ming Media is a wife, so she is also the master of the family, and her status is not low. The inferior are concubines, domestic prostitutes, etc., and even in ancient times, there was a saying that concubines were not as good as prostitutes.

So.

It is impossible for the concubine to kill his wife in the novel.

This is like the wife who would be killed for a pet dog bought for a few thousand dollars and returned with a 300,000 bride price?

Definitely not.

After all, there was no such good thing as personal insurance in ancient times.

In addition, the wife is generally married back from the family, and offending the wife is equivalent to offending the wife's mother's family. Under normal circumstances, the wife has a lot of say.

Huo Guang didn't know how long the original owner's parents had been arguing at night, anyway, he had fallen asleep very early.

The days that followed.

It returns to the ordinary, boring and rather boring.

Simply!

He went straight to his own path of making toilet paper by hand.

People, born in this world, are to live better. Therefore, toilet paper must be made, otherwise every time you go to the toilet, you have to use bamboo chips, which is really fatal.

In order for someone to help him work, he also argued with reason, and asked for a slave from Huo Zhongru to help him, and named him "Busan". If there are still slaves and maids in the future, he is ready to take another "no four", hehe.

With the slaves and maids who are ready to fight, Huo Guang's toilet paper production plan has also begun to brew. First of all, let Busan cut down trees, cut bamboo, cut grass, bundle them back and put them in the pond to soak.

Like bamboo and trees, soak for at least three months, and forage for a shorter time.

Enough time.

Take it out and wash it, remove the green shell and bark, and let the material soften.

Finally, put it in a pot and steam it repeatedly, take it out and rinse it in a pond of clear water, and then continue to steam, and so on, so that its fibers are completely decomposed.

The next step is to put it in a stone mortar to make a muddy surface, mash it, and then put it in water to form a fiber suspension, and pour it into a pre-prepared tool. Thin bamboo curtain is used to filter out in the pulp, and the fibers will remain on the bamboo curtain to form a paper film.

The next is to put the paper film on a clean and flat board, squeeze it with a heavy object, drain the moisture in the paper, and finally dry it through fire.

That's how the first generation of toilet paper came out.

Of course.

In the Western Han Dynasty, paper was made, and its significance was far more than toilet paper. But the problem is that now Huo Guang only wants to use it to make toilet paper.

"Woo, I can finally wipe my ass without a piece of bamboo." Huo Guang sighed.

When he thought of the taste of wiping his ass with a piece of bamboo before, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

Traveling back to ancient times, it's really miserable.

Of course.

The first generation of toilet paper produced by this is definitely incomparable with the softness of real toilet paper in the future, it is too rough.

But no matter what.

It's always better than bamboo, and without saying a word, he asked people to throw away the bamboo chips in the toilet and put the first generation of toilet paper in it.

At night.

Huo Zhongru, who is a small official in Pingyang County, is back.

Adult men, after dinner, the first thing is to go to the toilet.

Soon!

Huo Zhongru's shout came from the toilet: "Guang'er, where is the toilet chip, where did you throw it away?" ”

"What do you want that thing for, didn't I put toilet paper in it!" Huo Guang replied.

"Toilet paper? That's what you said you were going to get the other day? What the hell, how can this bamboo chip be easy to use! Huo Zhongru's complaining voice came out.

After Huo Guang heard it, he originally wanted to say that you don't use it.

But on second thought.

More is better than less, more is better than less, more is better than less, or don't talk about it.

this era.

Lao Tzu beat his son, that's a natural thing, who cares about your family...

Soon.

Huo Zhongru walked out of the toilet happily, and then said, "This toilet... The paper is pretty easy to use. Guang'er, do more, I'll take some to send Hedong Taishou tomorrow! ”

Hey?

It's not that I complained just now that the bamboo chips are not easy to use!

Thinking about being a favor now?

Hehe...

"No, that's all. That's it, it took me more than three months to produce. Huo Guang said directly.

Hearing this, Huo Zhongru also lost the idea of giving gifts as favors, and complained: "Guang'er, this kind of strange skill is really useless. A manly man should learn the six arts, and he is the right way! ”

Six Arts!

It is divided into five rites, six music, five shots, five royals, six books, and nine numbers.

Pity.

With the emergence of the imperial examination system in the Tang Dynasty, these things gradually died out.

When Huo Guang heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Okay, then when will I find someone to teach me?" I also want to learn the six arts, but I can't be left without a teacher, right? ”

As soon as I heard this.

Huo Zhongru hurriedly coughed, and then said: "Ahem, that, there are a lot of affairs today, and my father is a little sleepy, so I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

In the Han Dynasty, a gentleman learned the six arts, but not everyone could learn them, and they were all accessible to the upper echelons of society.

Like Huo Zhongru, he is just a low-status Pingyang official!

In the early years, he worked in Binh Duong Province and worked as an errand boy.

So he has been in contact with the things of the six arts, but it is only contact!

Let him talk eloquently and pretend to be okay!

Teach?

I really don't have that ability!

As for asking someone to teach, a Pingyang official, how can he be qualified to ask. The court of the Han Dynasty was a system of three princes and nine kings, and the knowledge was in the hands of the big families, and ordinary people did not have this opportunity to contact.

Huo Guang watched his father walk into the room, and couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed: "I don't expect my father to become a Chan in this life, I still have to rely on myself!" ”

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

The weather is getting colder.

Huo Guang is still making toilet paper with no three people, the previous generation of toilet paper is too rough, and he is trying to improve the softness.

But on this day.

Suddenly, a team of soldiers and horses from the imperial court came to the Huo family's new house, and each soldier was full of murderous energy, as if he had just experienced a bloody battle on the battlefield.

"What are you doing at my house?"

Although Huo Guang was a little nervous in his heart, he still had the courage to ask as he looked at these soldiers and horses who broke in.

He finished asking.

This group of soldiers suddenly divided into two sides and stood apart, and the only young man who was left stood in the middle, looked at Huo Guang, and asked, "You said this is your home?" ”

"Yes, my family!" Huo Guang was a little puzzled, not knowing what the young man in front of him wanted to say.

But he understands a little.

If the people don't fight with the officials, it's not that they shouldn't fight, but they can't fight. The so-called show talent meets soldiers, it is unreasonable, but this truth is still understood. So now, it's best not to provoke these officers and soldiers of the imperial court.

Then!

I saw the young man on the other side slowly speak: "I said, this is my home!" ”