Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Strictly speaking, the paper mill in the county is only part of the paper mill. There is also a part at the foot of Kuonan Mountain, where there is a courtyard workshop for the initial rough processing of raw materials.

The old man talked as he walked, and it could be said that the introduction was extremely detailed.

"This papermaking process, generally speaking, involves chopping bamboo and floating it on the pond, boiling it over a full fire, beating it in a mortar, covering it with curtains and pressing paper, and finally drying it in the fire.

And there are dozens of processes broken down into them, which can produce the paper on the writing desks of literati! "

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

"When the cutting is completed at this stage, it is my Qingyuan paper from Yuezhou. Although its reputation is not as good as that of Fengzhou rice paper, its quality is definitely not inferior!"

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

"The wisdom of the sages is 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, look, this Qingyuan paper is delicate and tough, and the paper is clean. It is the treasure of the best study room!"

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

It's not just the paper produced by Qingyuan Paper Factory in Yuezhou City that is called Qingyuan Paper. The papermaking method of the entire Yuezhou City is of the same origin, but Qingyuan Paper Factory has the most authentic name.

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

Even rice paper is not that pale. This Qingyuan paper also has many processes and is slightly greenish-yellow.

"Sir, if you want to try making paper, you can go to the pulp pond over there and try fishing for pulp. I will help you dry the paper myself!"

Old Chen thought that Yi Shuyuan just wanted to experience it, and wanted a sense of accomplishment like making a few pieces of paper with his own hands.

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

Upon hearing this, Yi Shuyuan looked towards the pulp pool a little further away.

Someone was bending over to make paper pulp with a bamboo curtain. This should be the last few steps of papermaking. He felt that Old Man Chen should experience him as a game.

With this in mind, Yi Shuyuan put down the paper in his hand and answered seriously.

"Uncle Chen, you misunderstood. Yi said before that he didn't come here just to be fashionable.

Papermaking is not just for fun. Yi wants to start from cutting bamboo and rattan, and participate in the entire process until a real piece of paper is completed in my hand. "

"ah?"

Old man Chen thought Yi Shuyuan was joking, but looking at the serious expression on his face, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Mr. Yi, I have just said it in detail. The dozens of processes take a long time. Just soaking the bamboo takes several months."

"Huh? Uncle Chen, you just said that you were willing to help with all your strength, and Yi took it seriously!"

The old man looked strange.

"That's right, Mr. Keyi. Making this paper takes a lot of patience."

What Old Man Chen was thinking about was that scholars like Yi Shuyuan would find papermaking boring halfway through, and might even forget about it in the few months it took to prepare the raw materials.

But if you want to give it a try, just give it a try. Old Chen didn't want to offend Yi Shuyuan, so he had no choice but to speak.

"Since Mr. Yi really wants to give it a try, I won't stop him. I will definitely help him with all my strength. Even if he is interrupted by something in the middle, our paper mill will definitely help him complete the remaining processes!"

This sounded nice, and Yi Shuyuan smiled and bowed to Old Man Chen.

"That's very good. Yi Shuyuan thanks me in advance! By the way, when should we start?"

"Well, why don't you go with me to the mountains to get bamboo when Mr. Yi goes to the next time the county office takes a rest?"

Next time he rests, Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly. He is currently working beyond the schedule, and he still has time even today.

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

Having already talked about this, old man Chen stopped worrying about it and started to give detailed instructions after nodding.

"Mr. Yi should come earlier. As soon as the city gate opens, we will leave the city and go to the bamboo forest in Kuonan Mountain. There will be a lot of things to do that day."

Yi Shuyuan nodded repeatedly, roughly knowing what preparations needed to be made that day.——

In the end, Yi Shuyuan left Yuanjiang Paper Factory with satisfaction.

The street outside the alley outside Zhifang is the street connecting to the Chenghuang 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 street. Then he glanced around and saw the wonton stall from last time.

I only had one steamed bun here last time, so I want to try it to see how delicious your wontons are.

"Come on, let's go eat!"

"squeak"

Hui Mian responded, and Yi Shuyuan walked over.

It was a busy time at the wonton stall, and almost all the tables were occupied.

Yi Shuyuan spotted an open seat and hurried over to sit down. At the same table were two men eating wontons who had just stood up to pay.

Yi Shuyuan shouted to the busy stall owner over there.

"Staff, two bowls of wontons and two steamed buns, one meat and one vegetarian!"

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment -"

The store owner just glanced at Yi Shuyuan and shouted, then continued to work on the cabinet cart.

"Store, remember to put a few more grains of salt in my wonton soup to make it light~"

Yi Shuyuan shouted jokingly again.

The stall owner just replied "Okay, okay", obviously he had completely forgotten about Yi Shuyuan's incident.

Hey, boring!

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

Not long after, the stall owner came over with a tray. He first put down the wonton bowls for the people at the table, and then came to Yi Shuyuan.

"Hey, sir, your wontons and steamed buns have a little more salt in them. If you still think they are too bland, you can call me again. Please use them slowly!"

"Uh okay!"

After the store owner finished speaking, he quickly went to work. The business was the best at this time of the day.

Yi Shuyuan watched him busy there. The rising smoke occasionally blurred his appearance, but he could see the joy in his busyness.

The corners of Yi Shuyuan's mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Hey, that's right." He took the wooden spoon on the table, blew the green onions off the wonton soup noodles with his mouth, and then took a sip of the soup.

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

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

"tasty!"

As if he heard this compliment and seemed to be a little free, the stall owner over there said proudly in the direction of Yi Shuyuan.

"Is it delicious? To be honest, this craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation, and there is no other restaurant in Yuanjiang County!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded and smiled.

“Really good!”

With that said, Yi Shuyuan scooped up another wonton with soup, this time reaching it near his neck.

Under the cover-up method, if others pay attention here, they will think that Yi Shuyuan is eating wontons, but they don't know that there is a little mink lying on his collar, eating happily.

"tasty!"

As soon as the voice came out, the store owner smiled and responded.

"It's a craft passed down from our ancestors!"

But after saying that, the store owner turned to look at Yi Shuyuan with some confusion. Was this gentleman speaking just now?

There seems to be something wrong with the sound. Did you hear something wrong?

As if nothing had happened, Yi Shuyuan picked up the bun and took a bite. Well, the taste is much worse than Tongxinlou. It seems that the only skill passed down from his ancestors is wonton.

Yi Shuyuan didn't have the habit of eating slowly and slowly like ordinary scholars, and he still ate happily when he encountered something delicious.

While eating, Yi Shuyuan turned his eyes and saw someone diagonally across the street, a little further away, carrying a load and setting it down there. Before the stall was fully opened, people were already shouting.

"Selling fans, the best folding fans, palm fans and palm 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 in detail so that he could make a satisfactory fan himself.

Fu Chi has seen a lot of them, and as long as they are square, they are almost enough, but fans are not enough.

So Yi Shuyuan hurriedly finished the wontons, stuffed the buns in his hands into his mouth in two mouthfuls, chewed for a while and then swallowed a mouthful of wonton soup.

"Checkout at the store."

"Come, come, sir, the total is eight cents."

"good."

While Yi Shuyuan was responding, he had already taken out a Dangwutongbao and three small coins from his wallet, and then got up and left amidst the sound of "walk slowly" from the store.

The remaining bun was stuffed by Yi Shuyuan into Hui Mian's place.

The fan vendor was still shouting loudly, because the weather was really starting to heat up, so there were a lot of people coming to the stall to ask, but there were more people looking than buying.

Yi Shuyuan walked up to him and picked up a green-yellow folding fan.

"Brother, how do you sell this fan?"

The vendor hurriedly asked a woman on the stall to see it for herself, then took a few steps closer to Yi Shuyuan and opened her mouth to praise.

"Hey, this young man is really discerning. This fan is made of bamboo and rice paper, and there are calligraphy and paintings by famous people on it. It's very rare! Well, I think the guest seems to have a good face."

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

“Last time, there was a person who looked at a lot of fans and decided that the weather was still cold, so he didn’t buy one.”

The vendor opened his mouth slightly and nodded, with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Oh, I remember, I remember."

"No, the weather is suitable, so I came over to buy a fan. How much does this one cost?"

Bamboo is just bamboo bones, not a precious material. The calligraphy and painting on this paper are just eye-catching. Can you give me a real price? "

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

"When I look at the guest officer, he is someone who knows how to use fans. Let me tell you the real price, a flat price of ninety cents!"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded the fan in his hand. The material was quite tough and he thought for a while before answering.

"Forty-five cents."

Yi Shuyuan, who was expecting to bargain with the stall owner for a while, saw the stall owner's smile unchanged and said: "Deal!"

Yi Shuyuan's eyelids twitched, holy shit! This is all expensive!

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PS: Today’s 8 chapters have been updated.