After resting for half an hour, Yi Shuyuan entered the bamboo forest in the mountains with the people from the paper workshop.

There are a large number of bamboo forests in this mountain area, far more than the other trees in the mountains, and if you go deep into it, you will enter the sea of bamboo.

The Chen family talked to Yi Shuyuan about many details, including how to choose bamboo, how to cut bamboo, where to start and where it is more convenient to transport it out, and so on.

Yi Shuyuan was listening, but obviously he might not do it, he entered the bamboo sea, and his mind had already dispersed.

The entire bamboo sea seemed to come to life at this time in Yi Shuyuan, and the bamboo waves brought by the bamboo branches and bamboo leaves fluttering in the wind seemed to be the sound of the bamboo sea.

The Chen family had already begun to choose bamboo, while Yi Shuyuan was strolling a little farther away.

Others only thought that Mr. Yi came to the green, and did not say much.

After all, although Yi Shuyuan took a firewood knife, his polite appearance was not good for him to really cut this big bamboo.

Yi Shuyuan closed his eyes and listened, listening to the rustle in the waves of the bamboo sea, listening to the sound of the bamboo swaying, and feeling the flow of aura in the mountains.

There is also the chirping of birds, which sounds from time to time in the wind, as if nature has its own home.

This way!

Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Mr. Yi, don't go too far, the bamboo forest is too big, don't get lost"

Chen Laohan's voice came from there, and Yi Shuyuan answered from afar and continued to walk.

However, it didn't take long for Chen Pingye to follow, afraid that Yi Shuyuan would have an accident and not be able to explain.

"Mr. Yi, don't go deeper, this time let's find the one on the side of the road first, and the one inside is not good luck."

Chen Pingye looked at Yi Shuyuan's figure from a distance, shouting while approaching quickly, and when he arrived, he found that Yi Shuyuan had stopped.

There were two towering bamboos in front of Yi Shuyuan's eyes, and the ethereal sound of bamboo could be faintly heard swaying in the wind.

"That's it!"

Chen Pingye had just walked over when he found that Yi Shuyuan had already bent down and went down with a firewood knife at the bottom of the bamboo.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang".

"Click"

It didn't take long for a tall bamboo to fall—

It didn't take long for the people in the paper workshop to know that Yi Shuyuan really didn't come for an outing.

"Dad, Mr. Yi has the strength to do it!"

Chen Pingye didn't need to say this, just by watching him and Chen Pingye drag two big bamboos out together.

Then they cut bamboo together to load the car and transport it out of the bamboo forest together, and Yi Shuyuan participated in helping together, so that the estrangement between everyone was gradually reduced.

The ox cart dragged back and forth several times before all the bamboo cut down today was hauled away.

It was not dragged to the previous hill drying field, but to a waterhole in the mountain, where there is also a grass shed, which is obviously also a process site.

Here, Yi Shuyuan and the others split the bamboo lengthwise, removed the epidermis, and then cut it into smaller pieces.

This work took up almost half a day.

In the end, all the bamboos were disposed of, and they were washed together, except for Yi Shuyuan's two bamboos, which were separated separately, and the other bamboos were tied up and thrown into the pool.

The day's work is done.

These carefully selected bamboos are soaked in the living water of the mountain spring for ten days before they can enter the next step.

Another ten years later, Yi Shuyuan came as promised, this time it was lime slurry washing, and then it was dried.

Or ten days, or three or five days.

The people of Yuanjiang Paper Mill have to go into the mountain to process materials, and Yi Shuyuan is bound to be present every time, and he is never absent.

From soaking, washing, drying, crushing, alkaline water, to steaming.

Yi Shuyuan did every step himself, and he was extremely conscientious, so that the people in Yuanjiang Paper Mill were familiar with his existence, and there was no longer any restraint.

Even strictly speaking, Yi Shuyuan is still a very competent helper, not only works hard, but also his physical strength is not bad, others don't say it, and he never shouts to rest.

After a while, many rounds of materials had been processed, and all of them were transported to the boulder hill under the shoulder-carrying carts of the people.

Piles of processed materials are spread out here, where they are exposed to the wind and sun, and the baptism of heaven and earth.

Perhaps the real paper flat gang is a godsend, in the unique geographical conditions of the paper flat gang, other places need more than half a year or even a year to dry the material, in this only less than half a year after the next step of the process.

In the days that followed, Yi Shuyuan conscientiously compiled the county chronicles while cultivating, waiting for the transformation of the materials.

Summer solstice, small heat, big heat, beginning of autumn, summer heat, white dew.

Although Yi Shuyuan has never entered the mountain with the people of Yuanjiang Paper Mill, almost every once in a while, he will go up the mountain to take a look at Zhipinggang by himself.

Early in the morning, the sun had risen.

Yi Shuyuan stood on a mountain peak opposite the hill and looked in the direction of Zhipinggang.

"Sir, it should be almost well, right?"

Gray Mian asked on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, and Yi Shuyuan also answered expectantly.

"yes, almost"

After months of wind and sun, the slag-like bamboo has lost its original color, and the surface is dyed with a layer of snow white.

Yi Shuyuan watched these materials transform little by little, until today they are like frost.

Chen Pingye yawned out of the grass hut where he was guarding the material, habitually glanced around the material yard, and then looked at the surrounding mountains.

"Huh?"

Chen Pingye, who had already swept over the opposite hill, quickly turned his gaze back, but he didn't see anything special on the hill over there.

"Blinded? It feels like I've just stood alone."

Chen Pingye patted his head and prepared to wash.

And Yi Shuyuan has already left with Gray Mian.

——

On the edge of that familiar mountain stream, the yellow rocks washed by the spring are also about to complete their transformation.

It seems to have been expected, or it may have been the attendance that had arrived recently.

When Yi Shuyuan arrived, Huang Hongchuan and Song Weng also happened to be standing by the stream.

"I just said that Mr. Yi will come over in two days, right?"

Huang Hongchuan said to Song Weng with a smile, and then arched his hand towards Yi Shuyuan together.

Yi Shuyuan returned the salute, said "two good", and then arrived at the stream in a few steps.

Huang Hongchuan looked at the stone and said lightly.

"The spirituality is solid, and it's almost time."

"Indeed, it's almost there!"

Between the words, Yi Shuyuan rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, bent down and reached out to take out the mountain stone from the water, just like when he took the stone inkstone.

When the stone arrived in Yi Shuyuan's hand, the ink marks on it also appeared in an instant, which was a vivid "ink-colored little loach".

It seems that the Danqing Holy Hand painted the pattern on the stone.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the mountain stone in his hand and recalled the time when he used the stone as an inkstone.

Fate is so wonderful.

The spiritual stability of the mountain stone is about to be completed at this time.

The paper stock of the folding fan has already been made, and the next process does not take long.

The autumn equinox is approaching, and it is time to harvest the rice in Xihe Village.

Even the compilation of the Yuanjiang County Chronicles is nearing completion, but it is just that it needs to be checked and filled.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the mountain stone for a long time, and then put the mountain stone back in its place, and secretly said in his heart, the day when I Yi Shuyuan left Yuanjiang County is also approaching!

——

"Alas, have you heard that Yuezhou City is auspicious!"

"What?" "What auspiciousness, talk about it?"

In the corner of the dining hall, several officials were chatting together, and one of them was talking about the exciting news.

"Hehe, in the yard of a residential square in Yuanjiang County, I found a rice plant!"

"What's so strange about the rice?" "Is this auspicious?"

Several of the other officials were immediately disinterested, and the rice was still in the courtyard.

The official who had spoken before grinned, anticipating the reaction of his colleagues, he took a sip of water and continued.

"Rice is not unusual, but this rice grows taller than a person, and the millet on the ear of rice is so big as a peanut, isn't it unusual?"

"Huh?" "Is there such a thing?" "You can't make it up, do you?"

"How could it be that I made it up, my old watch saw it with my own eyes in Yuezhou City, and I heard that it was reported to Chengtianfu!"

"How else can there be such a thing?"

"I don't know, I'll tell you one more thing, that family is the same one where the leader of the previous conference, Mai Daxia, lived!"

A group of officials were suddenly even more stunned, and they all started to discuss it.

Yi Shuyuan, who was also eating in the dining hall, heard the movement over there, and immediately grinned, he forgot about it, he didn't expect that the rice plant was still ripe.

——

After the meal, Yi Shuyuan returned to the library.

Compared with the previous bustle, the calm day is the main theme of Yuanjiang County.

It was also in this calm that Yi Shuyuan, who picked up the pen and wrote, completed the last word.

This is a large piece of Qingyuan paper, and the words written by Yi Shuyuan are relatively large, and what falls on the paper is a poem "hoe he".

After finishing the words, Yi Shuyuan took out the seal, and did not stain any ink, but sighed towards the seal.

With this breath, the color of the seal changed, and then Yi Shuyuan held the seal and fell on the paper.

"Smack~"

When the seal left the paper, the three words "Yi Daozi" were already left, and the ink on the paper was also dried at this moment, so there was no need to dry it additionally.

In the corner of the bookcase, many books that have been built together constitute a complete "Yuanjiang County Chronicles".

This has not only been compiled, but has also been checked and filled, and efforts have been made to make it even more perfect.

Yi Shuyuan looked outside the door of the library, after staying here for so long, many things are already familiar, if it weren't for a higher pursuit, it would not be bad to spend his life here.

"It's time to make a difference!"

(End of chapter)