Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 242 Papermaking
The tools were prepared early in the morning, and the steps were rehearsed dozens of times. The cooking and smashing back and forth did not make Ding Xuewei flustered. On the contrary, she also found problems during the process.

Ordinary paper mortars are too small, and the range of force applied is too narrow. The bamboo fibers are not broken up, but crushed.

It's not that the fluffy paper material is not good, but that the paper made lacks toughness and loose slag.

"Brother Nineteen, let's take this pot to the spring and grind it with a stone."

Called to her, everything was arranged by her, not to mention grinding with a stone, even chewing with her mouth was just a word from her.

After a while, Nineteen and five of them appeared beside the stone mill with Ding Xuewei carrying bamboo pieces.

"Hey, Grandpa Xu, Brother Xu!"

Usually, people in the village do not use the mill in the morning, as everyone is busy working in the fields in the morning. Generally speaking, the time to use the mill is after dinner.

People in need will stop work earlier and come over for dinner.

Seeing Xu's grandpa and grandson Ding Xuewei was a little surprised.

"The bean noodles at home are helping relatives, and they are waiting for lunch." Mr. Xu explained with a smile: "It will be ready soon."

The bamboo pieces carried by Ding Xuewei and the others can be seen at a glance, but Mr. Xu didn't say what I asked you to do.

Nodding her head in understanding, Ding Xuewei stepped forward to help.

The stone mill in the village is not small. The diameter of the disc is two meters wide, and the thickest part of the disc is about [-] centimeters. It takes a lot of effort to push it.

The grandfather and grandson did not refuse the help of Ding Xuewei and others. The bean noodles that had to be refined in less than half an hour were completed in less than half an hour with the help of Ding Xuewei and others.

"The house is fine today, just tell your elder brother Xu." After tidying up, Mr. Xu said to Ding Xue slightly.

Ding Xue refused with a smile: "There are many people here, come again, but try."

"...Then, if you need to talk about it." Mr. Xu hesitated.

"I've never been polite." Ding Xue didn't care.

She is indeed not polite when she uses people, but her rudeness is usually accompanied by heavy rewards, saying that everyone is helping, it is better to give everyone a chance to accept her kindness.

He narrowed his eyes, Mr. Xu didn't say anything, and the grandpa and grandson left with seventy to eighty catties of bean noodles on their backs.

Compared with rice and beans, the soaked, knocked and boiled bamboo slices are really tormenting. However, compared with the small paper mortar, the stone mill is not too easy after being pushed smoothly.

"The fibers should be knocked looser."

Ding Xue muttered slightly, Nineteen sent people to fetch the tools, and after a short while, the three people who hadn't pushed and crushed started banging on the side.

Look here, look there, the whole morning passed like this, and she didn't know it was noon until Xiaohua brought the bean flour.

"Sister Xuewei, I will send it over there first. We didn't know you were here, so I will send it over there first." Dahua said while holding the bowl and chopsticks.

Eating dilute bean flour at noon and cooking noodles at night was planned by Ding Xuewei in the morning.

"My mother said, you don't need to rush for dinner, we will deliver what you need, and you don't have to worry about the animals, our sisters will take care of them."

There's no need to worry about it when it shouldn't be. Ding Xuewei, who is focused on making paper, simply leaves the cooking to Zhang's mother and son.

While eating, she explained what to use for the soup at night, and how to send the newly collected chicken, duck and goose eggs.

Aunt Zhang Qi really understood Ding Xuewei who was serious about her work, and when she was in a hurry, the villagers would be affected. This day, everyone ate dinner earlier, and after dinner, half of them went to the barn Side, half came stone mill side.

After a whole day of rolling, the material in the milling tank has become soft and dense, and there is no resemblance to bamboo chips.

It was getting late at this time, rationally speaking, paper fishing should be done tomorrow, but looking at the paper foam in the trough, she couldn't calmly wait for the sun tomorrow.

"Brother Nineteen, clean the roller and go to rest."

"Not tired." Nineteen's complexion was a little bad, and he felt a little nauseous after a day's work.

After watching him for a few seconds, Ding Xuewei didn't force others, and asked him to lead someone to clean up the paper foam in the milling trough, and then put another bamboo and pine milling.

She couldn't refuse the kindness of the people in the village, no.

After handing over the matter here to the villagers, she led the others back to the barn, and spread out the tools after a while.

It is not easy to get the pulp, and it is even more difficult to turn the paper. It was not until around ten o'clock in the evening that she took the first complete piece of paper off the paper curtain. The smoother it is, the paper press has a thickness of two centimeters in the middle of the night.

"hiss!"

After resting, she realized that her shoulders were hurting unbearably, and she raised her head to face the rising moon, only then did she realize that it was getting late.

"Guys~"

There are still a lot of people there, that is, the guards, only Shijiu and the other two are left.

"I let them rest before, and I took back the ones on the roller, and I can grind them down a little tomorrow." Nineteen informed.

Just after the nineteenth speech, Aunt Zhang Qi, who was holding a supper, came over.

"Just right."

No one is naturally stingy and stingy. Next, it is Ding Xuewei who knows that she has always treated people well. Aunt Zhang Qi sent a rich supper.

Nineteen and three people each had two fried eggs and three soft pancakes, and Ding Xuewei had two fried eggs and one soft pancake.

"Auntie, the two of us are half, I can't finish it." Ding Xuewei divided her share.

Aunt Zhang Qi did not refuse, but she only broke a third of the soft cake: "I ate too much for dinner."

Forcing it was ugly, so Ding Xuewei didn't continue, and after eating quickly, he and Aunt Zhang set foot on the way home.

She used her brain too much that day, and it was already midnight when she fell asleep, and the sun was already high when she woke up the next day.

"Sister Xuewei, I'll get you some water."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiao Hua, who was staying at home, immediately ran to the kitchen. When Ding Xuewei walked to the door of the kitchen, she adjusted all the washing water.

Yesterday, thinking that three meals a day would be too troublesome for the mother and daughter of the Zhang family, I thought of the method of stewing rice in oil. Stew a pot in the morning, not only can I have a full meal in the morning, but also don’t waste time at noon, just heat it up.

The lid of the pot was lifted, and the aroma of the oily stewed rice diffused.

"Sister Xuewei, you shovel the bottom of the pot. I just saw it not long ago. The bottom of the pot is still hot."

I always feel that eating alone is not delicious. After cooking an egg drop soup, Ding Xuewei took Xiao Hua to eat with her. When she rested the bowl, Xiao Hua was so full that she rubbed her belly.

"I think there is no need to eat at noon!"

"It's okay, you are growing your body, and you will digest it in a while."

"I can't digest it, it's all here in my throat!"

The little girl frowned and gestured, followed by hiccup: "Hi, hi, I've never been through this in my life!"

Ding Xuewei's radiance brightened: She's a Sewaer who is used to it!
"I'll make you a cup of tea, it'll make you feel better with some tea."

"No, Miss Xuewei, I like this feeling." The little girl was arrogant and proud: "I must remember this feeling well."

"..."

Ding Xuewei's head was covered with black lines.

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(End of this chapter)