Wei and Jin cooks

Fu Tinghan is not familiar with papermaking and is still exploring everything, but memory is very strange. At first, he felt that he was not familiar with it and would not know much about it, but after he really started doing it, some things started to come out of his memory. Related knowledge points.

The further he researched, the more relevant points came out, and the more he knew.

For example, now, when he saw the fibers that had been soaked out of glue and had become soft and rotten into a ball, he automatically knew that he could steam them or beat them to make them faster.

As soon as they heard that it could be steamed, the craftsmen immediately set up a large cauldron, filled it with water and started cooking it.

Then he picked up the fiber ball from the puddle and put it into the cauldron. When the water was not so cold, he started to use wooden stools to cushion his feet. A circle of people gathered around the cauldron and rubbed the fiber ball with their hands.

Fu Tinghan also reached out and touched a ball, rubbing it to feel the hardness of the fiber.

Feeling the impurities adhering to it, he became thoughtful.

When Zhao Hanzhang arrived, he was leading someone to beat fibers, because he was not a good at work, and his clothes were heavy and all the clothes were wet.

Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up, "My clothes are all wet. What if I catch a cold?"

Fu Tinghan was surprised, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you wanted to inspect the house and the falling snow?"

"I heard that you were leaving the city, so I asked Chang Ning to go." Zhao Hanzhang twisted the water on his clothes and frowned, "Fu An, have you brought any clothes?"

Fu An shook his head blankly.

Zhao Hanzhang felt that he was not doing his job well, "Why are you still standing there? Go back to the county to get it."

"Oh." Fu An immediately turned around and returned to the county office.

Fu Tinghan smiled and said: "It's not wet, it doesn't matter."

"We don't have very powerful doctors around us, so we must be careful. In this era, typhoid fever can kill people."

Seeing her serious face, Fu Tinghan nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhao Hanzhang then looked at the thing they were beating and said in surprise: "Is it almost turning into pulp?"

Fu Tinghan said: "It's almost the same. The newly prepared lime water is very easy to use. With the addition of steaming, the impurities can be removed much faster."

Zhao Hanzhang also rolled up his sleeves, lifted up the hem of his clothes and tied them to his belt, picked up the mallet and beat them too.

With the hard work of a group of people, by noon, they had beaten out the pulp from the pot of fiber, but it was not over yet. Fu Tinghan asked them to rinse it again to remove the remaining impurities before continuing to pulp it.

It was very hard work, but Zhao Hanzhang did it with relish, especially when he saw the tangled fibers turning into pieces, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

In the evening, the paper pulp was finally punched out, and Fu Tinghan asked the craftsmen to take bamboo mats to scoop out the pulp.

When Zhao Hanzhang saw it, he was eager to try. He rolled up his sleeves a little higher and said excitedly: "I'll do it, I'll do it. This is the first piece of paper. We must do it in person."

The craftsman gave her the bamboo mat.

Zhao Hanzhang took it, spread his legs, squatted down like a horse, then put it into the paper pulp, shook it slowly, and then picked it up at a slight tilt...

She gently turned the bamboo mat so that the paper pulp was evenly spread all over the bamboo mat, and the rest flowed back into the pit from the edge.

Zhao Hanzhang asked Fu Tinghan uncertainly, "Is this considered a success?"

Fu Tinghan was not sure, so he pointed to the stove and said, "Put it next to it and it will work faster."

The two of them just stood guarding this bamboo mat, and the craftsmen did not dare to leave for a while.

Fu Tinghan thought for a while and said to them: "You can go about your business separately. We can just watch here."

The temperature next to the stove was a little higher, and the paper pulp on the bamboo mat was slowly dried. Zhao Hanzhang was particularly excited as he sat aside. He wanted to reach out and uncover it several times, but Fu Tinghan's eyes stopped him every time.

The last time, when she felt it was almost done, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to peel it off. As soon as she touched it, Fu Tinghan reached out and grabbed it, and then held it tightly and wouldn't let go, "It's not possible now, don't touch it. "

Zhao Hanzhang twitched his hand and said, "I know, I won't move."

Fu Tinghan seemed not to hear it, and continued to hold her hand without letting go. He also told her about the Zhuan encounters he encountered when he left the city today, "...I said that I went to the banquet at the invitation of Uncle Ming. It should be to help you. Promote iron pots and soy products.”

He said: "Uncle Ming is always harsh on words, but he is a very good person."

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his head and glanced at the hand held in his palm, then raised his head to look at him.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Fu Tinghan looked up at her with an innocent look on his face, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Hanzhang pursed his lips and smiled, no longer thinking about withdrawing his hand, but nodded and said: "You are right, Uncle Ming is a man with a sharp mouth but a soft heart."

Fu Tinghan breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the palm of his other hand was sweating.

The two of them sat by the stove until the paper was completely dry, and then they carefully took it off the bamboo mat.

A very large piece of yellowish paper was peeled off by the two of them. The craftsmen all rushed up to look at it. When they saw the formed paper, they were overjoyed and said, "It's done!"

Zhao Hanzhang also smiled and narrowed his eyes, "It's done. This shows that our method is not wrong."

Fu Tinghan reached out and touched the paper and said, "It's just too thick. The craftsmanship can be improved."

But this is much easier. Everything is difficult at the beginning. They have already made the first piece of paper, and the next step is to improve on various steps. With a direction, the probability of making mistakes will be much smaller.

Zhao Hanzhang directly ordered, "Everyone in the workshop will be rewarded. Starting from tomorrow, a large amount of paper will be made."

Everyone responded in unison.

Zhao Hanzhang called the steward and ordered: "Buy more raw materials if you need to, and continue research if you need to. As long as we can make better paper, I will not hesitate to reward the first contributor, and I will reward everyone who participated."

The steward happily agreed.

Zhao Hanzhang asked about his plans.

The steward just said a few words, and Zhao Hanzhang frowned slightly. Although it sounded fine, this plan was too conservative.

Zhao Hanzhang wants to build a papermaking workshop. Not only does she want to make paper for the county government, but she also wants to take out food. She also wants to build a printing bookstore. The manager only plans to have such a few materials and pits. How much output can be produced?

If the production of paper cannot increase, how will she keep so many people here in vain?

Might as well just buy paper.

Zhao Hanzhang said directly: "Prepare some more materials and soak them in batches. Didn't you already prepare a large pulp tank? My requirements are not high. I only need a thousand paper output per day."

The steward opened his mouth wide. These thousand pieces of paper are all big papers and need to be cut. By then, they will be several thousand pieces in size.

But Zhao Hanzhang still thought it was too little. She said: "When you become proficient and want to improve the tools, I remember that you can add bamboo curtains to the bamboo mats to make curtain beds. If you use tools to make them, you can produce thousands of them at a time." Paper."

She said: "I will give you three months to adapt to the period. Is that enough?"

The steward felt anxious and responded unconfidently.

Fu Tinghan watched from the side and waited for her to finish her instructions before saying: "Go down first and take everyone to review today's process. We will divide the work tomorrow and wait until you are familiar with it. This won't be a problem."

The steward responded as if he had been granted amnesty.

After the steward left, Fu Tinghan said: "I'll try to make the curtain bed first, don't worry."

"I'm not in a hurry, it's just that I don't have enough people on hand. This manager is obviously not suitable for the paper mill."

Fu Tinghan also nodded, "We need someone bold, careful and well-planned to take over."

But, who is suitable?

See you tomorrow