Royal Road

"Father, why did the Patriarch call us?" Standing in front of the gate, Liu Lin looked terrified and couldn't help asking again.

His father Liu Mumu rubbed his hands nervously: "How do I know? It's not about building a barracks."

The old houses next to the main house were to be renovated into barracks, and Aliang had already started arrangements yesterday. As the head of Mufang, Liumutou naturally knew it a long time ago. This work is not big, but if done well, they can show their faces in front of the host, so Liu Mu-mutou rallied and prepared to do a big job. Unexpectedly, he was summoned by the landlord before the construction started, and he was also called to his son who could only beat the pulp. How could it not make people afraid.

"I heard that Yan Sheng was killed by a stick. Is Tian Binke going to be reused? What if he speaks ill of us in front of the lord?" Liu Lin's legs shivered as he said.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Liu Mumutou had eaten more for a few years, and immediately scolded, "What other people say, it has nothing to do with us. As long as we work diligently, not greedy or lazy, we are afraid of others cheating?!"

This is quite a bit of momentum, but in fact it is also strong outside. The size of Sifang was quite the same in the past, but now Mufang has fallen to the point where it is used as a foil. How is Liu Mufang not in a hurry? However, the owner of the family has really changed his personality after returning from this trip, and I don't know what it means to find them.

The two were panicking, and a maid came over and said to them: "Lang Jun calls you, go in. Pay attention to your words and deeds, don't offend Lang Jun."

With a tight heart, the two hurriedly followed the maid and walked to the house in front. Before entering the door, I saw a young Jieren standing at the door, staring straight at them, both eyes were of different colors, with a terrifying aura. It was scary at first, but even his legs became soft when he entered the door Liu Mu-mutou knelt down with a grunt, and the figure leaning on the side of the bookcase kowtowed: "Lord, the villain Liu Mu-mutou, come and see you."

"The villain Liu Lin, I have seen the lord." Liu Lin also knelt down quickly.

Liang Feng is not accustomed to being bowed down, but if he comes up, letting them exempt him, I am afraid it will scare people. Nodding lightly, he said: "Get up and talk."

The Liu family and son quickly got up from the ground, and stood trembling and hanging their heads aside. Liang Feng looked at them up and down, and said, "Will the Liujiang head, what kind of wood does the back mountain have? It must be strong, durable, and resilient."

There was a terrible dismissal, but he didn't expect it to be wood. Liu Mutou's spirit was shocked, and he quickly replied, "Lord Qizi, there is sandalwood! Qingtan is best for making aniseed. Indus and locust wood are not bad, and there are some poplars. There are many mountains here and there is no shortage of them. wood!"

"Oh, do you have beef tendon wood and sword spine wood?" Liang Feng asked.

"This... I haven't heard of Niujin wood. Sword spine wood is there, but the trunk is very thin, I am afraid that it can't build a house." The head melon was still wandering around the barracks, and Willow said.

Liang Feng shook his head: "It's not to build a house. I need thirty wooden guns, all of which are made of sword spine wood. They are one foot long, sharpened at one end, and can be held with one hand. Can you do it?"

Wooden guns are also common things. Although the willows are a bit fascinating, the requirements are not difficult. He nodded quickly and said: "Can do it! Can do it!"

"How many days will it take?"

In the bottom of his heart, Liu Mumutou replied: "It only takes three days to do it all, but I am afraid it will take two days to polish it."

"It's okay, I'll give you five days. After it's done, come and see me." Liang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Liu Mumutou also woke up, this spear is going to be equipped for the trilogy, right? As soon as the owner of the family came up, he thought of their father and son. It seems that it is not a bad thing! Liu Mumutou's heart hung high finally fell back in his belly, just about to ask about the thickness of the gun. I saw the beautiful, terrible Patriarch tilted his head slightly and looked behind him.

"This is the craftsman's head of Zhifang?" Liang Feng looked at the young man standing behind Liu Mumutou with interest. Liulin and Liumutou are seven points similar in length, but they are a bit shorter than his father, and a little fatter. They are not like green willows into a forest, but like a wooden pile.

"That's a craftsman, it's a pulper." Liu Mumutou hurriedly pushed his son: "A Lin, please greet the host!"

Liang Feng stopped the other party's kneeling motion and asked, "What kind of slurry is used in the paper workshop at the mansion?"

"Straw." Liu Lin stammered with some sweat on his head. "The villain tried to use hemp, but the paper products he made were always out of shape. There are also paper copies. I heard people say that the curtain bed It’s so easy to use, I also had a fight and I’m going to try..."

Liang Feng suddenly became interested: "Have you ever made a curtain bed?"

Liu Mumutou was so scared that sweat came out, and he patted his son's head and cursed: "You are not good! The lord, he just picked up rotten wood and made it himself, without the money from the shop."

"It's okay." Liang Feng said with a smile, "I call you this time because I want to change the papermaking craftsmanship in the mansion."

This is also the purpose of Liang Feng's call to the head of the paper workshop. In his previous life, his father was a serious calligraphy lover. Not only did he never leave his hand, but he also loved to chat about the knowledge of the study with the juniors below. He grew up next to his father when he was young, so he naturally heard the story of Duanyan on rice paper. He didn't know much about other books, and he didn't have much interest. But because of the practice of writing brush, how to identify the quality of paper, the ancient methods of making rice paper and other things, I really know a lot.

In his opinion, Uncle Zuo's paper, which is not very good, will cost tens of thousands of dollars a year. If he really tried to produce paper such as rice paper, sprinkled gold paper, and five-color flower paper, wouldn't it be a big investment.

What's even better is that he is going to copy the "Diamond Sutra" to Wang Wen now. If all the scriptures are silently copied out with his own rice paper, he probably won't even have to hit the advertisement. With Jinyang Wang as a living sign, are you still worried about not making money? Those rich and powerful people, who spend thousands of dollars on a meal, buy some good paper, which is probably the same as eating and drinking water.

With such a plan, Liulin's enthusiasm for improving the process is naturally not a bad thing. The spirit of exploration is also extremely important to a craftsman. All he needs is to teach him what he knows and give him encouragement. Thinking of this, Liang Feng’s smiles on his face were even greater, and he said to the Liu family who was a little confused: “I have seen a paper-making recipe in a book before. It is said that it can be made with sandalwood bark. White paper. Not only is it white, smooth, and fine-quality paper, but it also retains its color for a long time."

In this era, although white hemp paper is smooth, it is easily damp, and the back is slightly rough, and there are many sticks of straw and paper scraps. Jute paper is dim in color, but it is thick and tough and durable, so people often use jute. As for Zuobo paper and side paper, the output is small and the price is high, which can barely be called white and delicate. To be able to make this kind of paper, I am afraid that the wealthy will be in droves.

The Liu family's father and son felt a thump in their hearts, wondering if these words were true or false. Liu Lin opened his mouth and asked carefully: "It is better to use dried rice, hemp and other materials for papermaking. It is better to make pulp. The bark is so hard, what should I do?"

This is naturally difficult for Liang Feng, he explained: "The bark grows on the tree, and it is inherently tougher than rice and hemp. You go into the mountains and cut some strips of red sandalwood, preferably two-year-old. Fold the strips into pieces. Small pieces, steamed in the basket, and then soaked to make the bark fall off. After drying it, add white ash or straw ash and cook to remove its impurities. However, tear the paper into small strips and place them in the sun to dry them into white. Beating. Remember to add carambola vine juice to the pulp to increase the toughness when beating, and finally use a thin curtain to evenly copy it out."

Who could have imagined that a Tinghou could talk about papermaking craftsmanship in such detail. However, the Liu family's father and son were still worried. Although this description is detailed, it takes a lot of time to figure out how long the cooking time and how much ingredients need to be added to the actual situation! If you can't make it, how can you be punished by the owner?

Seeing the panic on the faces of the two, Liang Feng comforted: "All I know is just fur. You have to use materials to try it down. You can put paper into the bark of sandalwood or tree bark, hemp. Or wild rattan. Don’t be constrained by the raw materials, try more formulas to see which one can produce good paper. There are also movable paper curtains, you can also try to print. Good paper needs handwork, bad paper only uses machine Just work."

"This, this kind of work, I am afraid it will delay the paper workshop." Liu Lin finally said boldly. Whether it's creating a paper curtain or configuring new pulp, it can't be done in a moment. Just the few people in the paper workshop, I don't know that it will take a lot of effort.

"Mufang’s hands can be borrowed first, but they have to be tight-lipped and can’t shed the prescriptions. The money needed to test the pulp can also be withdrawn from the library. And if anyone can make Bizuobo paper, Reward five thousand dollars for paper with better paper management!"

As soon as the words came out, the breathing of the Liu family and his son immediately became rapid. Five thousand dollars! An acre of good frosted land only costs 2,000 yuan, and 5,000 yuan is enough for a good house to spend for two years! Just make a piece of paper and still get money from the account, can you get such a reward?

Liu Lin couldn't help shining his eyes, and said loudly, "The villain must be able to make new paper! If he can't make it, Lord Ren will punish him!"

Liu Mumutou stood behind, just wanting to kick his son. What military order did you make at this time? ! However, the coins are touching. Five thousand dollars is the next best thing. Looking at the meaning of the lord, is he planning to expand the paper shop? Also, nowadays, due to the severe drought, the weaving workshop has lost a lot of money, and the pottery workshop is not able to sell a few pottery. This is a great opportunity for both his father and son. If you don't grasp it firmly, you will be blinded for decades of hard work!

Seeing the excitement of the father and son, Liang Feng smiled and nodded: "Good! If there is any problem in Erfang, you can directly report it to me. Go ahead."

The father and son of the Liu family knelt down and kowtowed again, before retreating.

Liang Feng picked up the tea soup to moisturize his throat, and picked up the bamboo slips on the book table again. He wanted to see how much money the Liang Mansion would spend every year.