Strictly speaking, there are only some paper mills in the county, and some of them are at the foot of Konan Mountain, where there is also a courtyard workshop that carries out the initial rough processing of raw materials.

The old man said as he walked, which can be described in great detail.

"This papermaking, generally speaking, starts from chopping bamboo and drifting in the pond, boiling and wandering on the fire, breaking the mortar, covering the curtain and pressing the paper, and finally drying through the fire

And there are dozens of processes in the subdivision, which can achieve the paper on the book case of the literati and inkmen! ”

At this point, the two of them had stopped in front of some large table, where a man was cutting paper with a large curved paper cutter.

"At this point, the cutting is completed, it is my Yuezhou Qingyuan paper, although the name is not as good as that Fengzhou rice paper, but the texture is definitely not lost!"

The old man's words were full of pride, and Yi Shuyuan seemed to have experienced a spiritual and visual journey, even if he had the experience of his previous life, he couldn't help but feel infinite emotion at this moment.

"The wisdom of the sages, vast and profound!"

After briefly introducing all the processes to Yi Shuyuan, the old man picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Yi Shuyuan.

"Sir, this Qingyuan paper is delicate and tough, the paper is clean, and it is a treasure of the best study!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly and stroked the paper in his hand.

It's not just the paper of the Qingyuan Paper Mill in Yuezhou City that is called Qingyuan Paper, the paper-making method of the entire Yuezhou is in the same vein, but the Qingyuan Paper Mill occupies the most authentic name.

However, today's so-called white paper does not have the kind of industrial bleaching that Yi Shuyuan had in his previous life.

Even the rice paper is not to that pale, and this Qingyuan paper also has many processes, and it is slightly tinged with a little blue-yellow.

"Sir, if you want to try papermaking, after a while, you can go to the pulp pool over there to try to fish for pulp, and I will personally help you dry the paper!"

Chen Laohan thought that Yi Shuyuan just wanted to experience it, and wanted a sense of accomplishment in making a few pieces of paper by himself.

After thinking about it carefully, I can gradually understand, after all, literati, sometimes I just like this feeling.

When Yi Shuyuan heard this, he looked at the slurry pool a little farther away.

Someone was bending down to make paper pulp with a bamboo curtain, which should be the last few steps of papermaking, and he felt that Chen Laohan should be the one who experienced him as a ticket player.

Thinking so, Yi Shuyuan put down the paper in his hand and replied seriously.

"Uncle Chen, you misunderstood, Yi said before, he didn't come here for the sake of vassal elegance.

Papermaking is not a play, Yi wants to start from cutting bamboo and rattan, and participate in the whole process of production, until a real piece of paper is completed in my hand, which can be considered complete! ”

"Huh?"

Chen Laohan thought that Yi Shuyuan was joking, but looking at the other party's serious expression, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Mr. Yi, I have already said in detail just now, it takes a lot of time to complete the whole process of dozens of processes, and it will take several months just to soak the bamboo."

"Huh? Just now, Uncle Chen, you said it yourself, you are willing to help with all your might, Yi is serious! ”

The old man's face was strange.

"That's right, Mr. Yi, this paper is very patient to make."

Chen Laohan thought in his heart that a scholar like Yi Shuyuan would find papermaking boring halfway, and he might even forget about it in the months when he was concocting raw materials.

But if people want to try it, they will try it, and Chen Laohan didn't want to offend Yi Shuyuan, so he had to speak.

"Since Mr. Yi really wants to try, I won't stop the old man, I will do my best to help, even if Mr. is interrupted halfway, our paper mill will definitely help Mr. finish the rest of the process!"

This is a nice thing to say, Yi Shuyuan smiled and bowed to Chen Laohan.

"That's very good, Yi Shuyuan thanked you first! By the way, when do we start? ”

"Uh, why don't you go into the mountains and take bamboo with me when the county government is resting next time?"

Next time he rests, Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, he is now beyond the progress of his work, even if he has time today.

"Okay, I'll be here early in the morning."

has already talked about this, Chen Laohan will not be entangled, and after nodding, he began to tell carefully.

"Mr. Yi can get earlier, as soon as the city gate opens, we will go out of the city, go to the bamboo forest of Kuonan Mountain, there are a lot of things that day"

Yi Shuyuan nodded again and again, and roughly knew what preparations he needed to make that day.——

In the end, Yi Shuyuan left Yuanjiang Paper Mill satisfied.

The street outside the alley outside the paper mill is the street that connects to the City God Temple, and it is also one of the most prosperous streets in Yuanjiang County.

After Yi Shuyuan came out, he bought a few knives and carving knives on the side of the street by the way, and then swept his eyes and saw the wonton stall last time.

Last time, I only ate one steamed bun here, but I want to try it to see how delicious your wonton is.

"Let's go, let's eat!"

"Squeak"

Ash reluctantly responded, and Yi Shuyuan walked over.

This is the busy time for the wonton stalls, and several tables are almost full.

Yi Shuyuan saw a vacant seat, so he hurriedly went over and sat down, and at the same table were two men eating wontons who had just checked out and stood up.

Yi Shuyuan shouted to the busy stall owner over there.

"Shop, two bowls of wontons plus one meat, one vegetarian and two buns!"

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute—"

The shopkeeper just glanced at Yi Shuyuan's direction and shouted, and continued to operate the cabinet car and get busy.

"Shopkeeper, remember to put a few more grains of salt in my wonton soup, the soup is light~"

Yi Shuyuan shouted jokingly again.

The stall owner just replied "Okay", obviously completely forgetting about Yi Shuyuan's file.

Hey, it's not interesting!

Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt bored, and he couldn't remember me!

It didn't take long for the stall owner to come over with a tray, and he first put down the wonton bowl for the people at the table, and then arrived at Yi Shuyuan.

"Hey guest officer, your wontons and buns, put some more salt, if you are still too weak, you can call me again, you can use it slowly!"

"Uh-good!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he hurried to get busy, and this is the best business of the day.

Yi Shuyuan watched him busy over there, and the rising smoke occasionally blurred his appearance, but he could see that his busyness revealed joy.

The corners of Yi Shuyuan's mouth couldn't help but appear in an arc, hey, yes, he took the wooden spoon on the table, blew open the green onion of the wonton noodle soup with his mouth, and then took a sip of the soup first.

"Well, tsk! This time the taste is right! ”

Yi Shuyuan scooped up a wonton with soup with a spoon, blew it a few times and sent it into his mouth, only to feel the salty and fresh taste blooming in his mouth.

"Delicious!"

It seemed that he had heard this praise, and seemed to be a little free, and the stall owner over there was able to say in the direction of Yi Shuyuan.

"Delicious, right? I won't tell you the truth, this craft is ancestral, and there is no second one in the entire Yuanjiang County! ”

Yi Shuyuan nodded and smiled.

"Pretty good!"

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan scooped up another wonton with soup and delivered it to his neck this time.

Under the blind eye, if others pay attention to this side, they will think that Yi Shuyuan is eating chaos, but they don't know that there is a small mink lying on its neckline eating happily.

"Delicious!"

As soon as this voice came out, the shopkeeper over there smiled and responded.

"Ancestral craftsmanship!"

But after saying that, the shopkeeper turned his head to look at Yi Shuyuan with some confusion, was this gentleman talking just now?

Why doesn't the sound seem right?

Yi Shuyuan didn't have anything to do, picked up the bun and took a bite, well, this taste is much worse than Tongxinlou, it seems that the only skill passed down from the ancestors is wontons.

Yi Shuyuan does not have the habit of ordinary scholars to taste slowly and logically, and he still eats happily when he encounters delicious food.

While eating, Yi Shuyuan turned his eyes and saw that a little diagonally opposite the street, someone was carrying a burden and putting it down there, and the stall had not yet fully unfolded, and people were already shouting.

"Sell fans, good folding fans, group fans, and pu kui fans—"

It's him again! It seems that they are all habitual stall locations.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, but he really needed to buy a fan today, because he wanted to study the structure of the folding fan carefully, and it was convenient for him to make a satisfactory fan by himself.

I've seen a lot of rulers, and as long as it's square, it's about the same, but the fan can't do it.

So Yi Shuyuan hurriedly finished eating the wontons quickly, stuffed the buns in his hand into his mouth in two bites, chewed for a while, and swallowed a mouthful of wonton soup.

"Checkout."

"It's coming, it's coming, the guest officer is a total of eight cents."

"Okay."

Yi Shuyuan responded that he had already taken out one of the five treasures and three small coins from the money bag, and then got up and left in the sound of the store's "slow walking".

And the remaining bun was stuffed by Yi Shuyuan into Gray Mianna.

The vendors selling fans are still shouting hard, because the weather is indeed starting to heat up, so there are many people who come to the stalls to ask and see, but they see more and buy less.

Yi Shuyuan walked up to him and picked up a folding fan with blue and yellow fan bones.

"Little brother, how do you sell this fan?"

The vendor hurriedly beckoned a woman in the stall to look at herself, and then took a few steps closer to Yi Shuyuan and opened her mouth to praise.

"Hey, this son really has a vision, this fan is a bamboo for the bone rice paper for the face, and there are famous calligraphy and paintings on it, which is very rare! Well, I think the guest officer seems to be a little kind."

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Last time, there was a person who watched a lot of fans and finally thought it was still cold and didn't buy it."

The vendor opened his mouth slightly and nodded, smiling slightly awkwardly.

"Oh, remember, remember, remember"

"No, the weather is right, I'm going to buy a fan next, how much is this?

Bamboo is a bamboo bone, not a precious material, and the calligraphy and paintings on this paper can only be eye-catching, giving a real price, right? ”

Seeing that Yi Shuyuan really wanted to buy it, the stall owner's expression appeared happy again.

"As soon as I see that the guest officer is a person who knows how to fan a fan, I will also say a real price, a fixed price, ninety yuan!"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded the fan in his hand, the material was quite tough, and he thought about it for a while.

"Forty-five."

Yi Shuyuan, who was waiting to pull with the stall owner in bargaining, saw the stall owner's smile and said: "Deal!" ”

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids jumped, damn me! It's all expensive!

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PS: Today's 8 chapters are updated.

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