Heroes of Silver Moon

In a courtyard on the outskirts of the royal capital, Sir Ilsa looked stern, his brows were frowned, and he held a kind of paper in each hand and compared them with each other.

The paper in the left hand is smooth and flat, with clear lines and white as snow. The paper is thick and not easy to damage, and it smells like vanilla. This is the standard paper that is popular in the market.

The paper on his right hand was rough, textureless, and obviously yellowed. The paper would rot easily if it was torn lightly. It smelled indescribably pungent. This was the cheap paper Simon gave him.

Putting the two kinds of paper flat on the table, Sir Ilsa took a quill and ink, and began to write on the two kinds of paper.

The quill stained with ink, leaving a line on both papers.

On standard paper, ink barely seeps into the paper, and writing on standard paper is quite legible.

Cheap paper, the ink bleeds through slightly, but the writing on the paper can be clearly distinguished.

"Hiss", looking at the clear handwriting on the cheap paper, Sir Ilsa sucked in a breath of air.

The biggest function of paper is writing. As long as you can write clear handwriting, it is qualified paper!

The standard paper made by alchemists costs about one silver coin, but what about this cheap paper?

The rent for the courtyard was three silver coins per month, and the wages of a dozen or so workers added up to twenty-five gold coins per month.

The wood, lime powder, and clear water used to make paper only add up to about two silver coins.

In other words, the cost of the first batch of cheap paper was about 30 silver coins.

But for the first batch of cheap paper, Simon produced 1,500 sheets, and the size of the paper was no different from the standard paper.

After being the vice president of the Royal Chamber of Commerce, Sir Ilsa immediately calculated the cost of this cheap paper.

The production cost of each piece of cheap paper is about two coppers, which is one-fiftieth of standard paper.

Although this paper is of low quality, if the price is only half of the standard paper, it is bound to attract merchants and scholars.

The cost of two coppers, the selling price of fifty coppers, my God, twenty-five times the profit.

Thinking of this, Sir Ilsa immediately sat up straight: "Master Simon, how much of this kind of paper can you produce per month?"

Simon crossed his legs and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Using this process to make paper, one pool of pulp can be produced every twenty-five days, and one pool of pulp can produce about 1,500 sheets of paper."

Sir Ilsa's face changed: "In other words, 1,500 sheets of paper can be produced in 25 days."

This speed is really amazing!

You should know that if this standard-sized paper is used to make books, ten pages can be cut out of each paper.

Simon smiled and shook his head: "No, in the past twenty-five days, the most time-consuming thing is cooking back and forth, and most of the workers are actually idle."

Sir Ilsa's face showed horror: "You mean, with the existing manpower, we can continue to expand production."

Simon nodded seriously: "That's right, with the current manpower, we can build another fire kiln, so that we can produce two pools of pulp every month."

Sir Ilsa was a little unbelievable: "My God, the cost of raw materials is almost negligible. Two pools of pulp per month, that is, 3,000 sheets of cheap paper, the cost of each cheap paper can be reduced to one copper." .

"Fifty times the profit, fifty times the profit!" Sir Ilsa slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

"Three thousand pieces of paper per month, and each piece of paper sells for fifty coppers, which is half a silver coin, so that is a profit of one hundred and fifty gold coins per month."

"With the existing funds of the Royal Chamber of Commerce, the production can be expanded by a hundred times, and that is the profit of 15,000 gold coins per month."

"Twelve months a year, that's a profit of 180,000 gold coins!"

Like a madman, Sir Ilsa, who looked like a middle-aged greasy uncle, directly scattered all the papers on the table on top of his head: "Get rich! Get rich!"

"Eh, that, the newspaper"

"Master Simon, just wait, I will report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately"

"Eh, no, newspapers"

"Look, our cheap paper will surely sell well in the whole mainland"

"Eh, no, my newspaper"

Sir Ilsa left happily, leaving Simon alone in the wind.

Woji, didn't you agree to make a newspaper?

I just got rid of the cheap paper, and you guys are going to sell this kind of paper!

Cheap printing is not done?

The crown prince rushed over after receiving the news, and he was full of disbelief when faced with the cheap paper made by Simon.

Ma De, let this kid solve a problem that alchemists have not solved for tens of thousands of years?

Hey, no, the crown prince suddenly looked at Simon strangely, isn't this kid an alchemist?

In the School of Magic, Simon chose the Alchemy Department as his major.

Isn't it reasonable that alchemists finally produced cheap paper after tens of thousands of years of hard work?

"Well, if UU Reading www.uukanshu.com thinks this way, it's not so hard to accept," the crown prince thought in his heart with satisfaction.

"Little Simon, can the production of this paper be expanded?", the crown prince asked the most concerned question.

Many products produced by alchemists must be done by themselves, and there is no way to produce them on a large scale. That's why the crown prince asked this question.

If it cannot be produced on a large scale, then this kind of cheap paper can only make a little money!

Simon thought for a while and said: "This paper production technology is very simple, and mass production is possible, but there is still a problem with mass production."

"Question?", the crown prince frowned: "What question!"

"This paper-making process is immature, and there is no way to standardize the products. The quality and thickness of each paper has certain differences," Simon replied seriously.

The crown prince pondered for a moment: "Is there a solution?"

Simon squeezed his chin with his hand, thought for a moment and said, "If I want to solve this problem, it will take at least half a year."

"Half a year is too long," the crown prince said without thinking.

After the disbandment of the noble council, those nobles whose interests have been harmed will surely launch a secret counterattack against the royal family.

But the current royal family still owes the noble one million gold coins in debt.

Therefore, the royal family must earn more money as soon as possible in order to cope with the difficulties of those nobles.

"If you can't wait half a year, then you have to ask an experienced alchemist to come and help," Simon replied directly.

"You mean?" The crown prince's eyes lit up, and there was a high-ranking alchemist who was able to join the plan without any gaps.