After being read by the First Emperor, I became the favorite of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 34

The two people searched around and finally found ramie and other raw materials for making paper.

Yun Jiao recalled the contents of the book and made another list——

Bark, rags, broken fishing nets...

Anyway, Yun Jiao has listed all the ones that can be thought of that have plant fibers.

After finding a bunch of things, the two immediately started their first paper-making experiment.

Yun Jiao and Yuan Bai called a group of Mohist disciples, soaked the things they found in water for three days, peeled off the unusable outer skin, chopped the things, mixed them together, set up a big pot and boiled them for three days. Three days and three nights.

Everything inside was cooked to pieces. Yuan Bai looked at the mass and asked in a low voice: "Sister...can this thing really make the kind of paper you mentioned?"

"I haven't tried it. It's the first time, but the earliest papermaking methods in our area all used these materials. Let's try it first. Come on, Xiaobai, have you prepared the rosin I asked you to prepare?"

"I collected a lot, enough to use twice."

Yun Jiao nodded and asked everyone to take out these things and let them cool down before soaking them for a second time. Then they smashed them with wooden sticks and then added some other auxiliary ingredients.

Seeing the paper pulp taking shape, Yun Jiao's eyes lit up and she quickly asked Yuan Bai to add the melted rosin.

Immediately, everyone brought the prepared paper machines, and the pulp was poured evenly on it.

Yun Jiao stared at the Mo family's disciples as they controlled their strength, and stopped when they reached a thin layer.

Next, it’s time to wait for it to dry.

Because it was the first time to make it, except for the general ingredients, she had seen them in books. For the rest of the accessories, Yun Jiao completely relied on the accessories used in the Mohist parchment book. She didn't know if it would work.

After waiting nervously for two days and two nights, the contents of the paper machine were completely dry.

Yun Jiao couldn't wait to go to the place where the paper maker was placed, and carefully peeled off a piece of slightly yellowed paper.

When the paper made a crisp sound and was completely peeled off, falling lightly into Yun Jiao's hands, the little girl stroked the smooth surface. She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she looked at Yuan Bai and Yi Yi excitedly. All the Mohist disciples——

"It's done! It's done!"

The efforts of the past few days were not in vain, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes were filled with pure smiles.

Yuan Bai recorded the paper-making process completely, using the Mohist secret language, of course.

Because the color of the paper is slightly yellowish, although it can be written on, it is not very beautiful.

Yun Jiao thought about it and compared it with bamboo, wood and other plants such as grass. Finally, wood and bamboo were used as paper raw materials. After adding rosin and the improvement of Yuanbai, the paper became white again. It's slippery and no different from modern rice paper.

After making this kind of paper, Yun Jiao immediately used a brush to write on it.

As soon as the brush is stained with ink, holes will appear on the paper when written on it.

Yun Jiao was stunned, and after careful observation, she found that it was the problem with the brush.

These pens are used to write on bamboo slips or wooden slips. The material is relatively hard and will damage the paper.

Yun Jiao thought for a moment and asked Meng Tian to help beat two rabbits, took the rabbit fur, soaked it in lime water, and used Xiangfei bamboo as the pen body to make a very beautiful rabbit hair pen.

Then, she took the rabbit brush and wrote on the paper.

This time the paper was not punctured again.

Yun Jiao's eyes lit up and she quickly took paper and pen to find Ying Zheng.

...Royal study room.

"Snapped--"

The person in front of the desk suddenly threw the bamboo slip in his hand to the ground, and the bamboo slip made a crisp sound the moment it hit the ground.

The few people kneeling in the middle saw their king's gloomy face, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent for fear of being scolded.

"I originally wanted to save his life, but he actually wanted to restore the country and blatantly recruited troops in the county! How dare you!" Ying Zheng gritted his back molars, his face was extremely pale, and he spoke sternly, "Where is Meng Tian! Tell Meng Tian!"

Zhao Gao, who had been transferred to serve in the imperial court, heard this and quickly went to invite Meng Tian.

Meng Tian entered and was about to salute when Ying Zheng waved his hand: "No need to be polite."

"The nobles of Yingchuan County are recruiting troops and are plotting to rebel. I order you to immediately lead the troops to quell the rebellion. To punish the remnants of Han, we must capture Han Wangan and bring his head back to see him!" Ying Zheng said this! , his eyes were filled with murderous intent and almost uncontrollable anger.

Meng Tian rarely saw Ying Zheng in a rage. Seeing him like this, he felt frightened and hurriedly responded, then bowed and left.

"Back off! Everyone back off!" When Meng Tian left, Ying Zheng spoke impatiently.

The ministers breathed a sigh of relief as if they were receiving a general amnesty, and crawled to the ground to leave the imperial study.

When no one was around, Ying Zheng rubbed his brows a little irritably.

Jiaojiao has been busy for more than half a month, why haven't she come yet?

With a sigh, Ying Zheng once again picked up the bamboo slips filled with memorials next to him and began to review them.

At that time, Yun Jiao came. When Zhao Gao saw her, his eyes moved and he was about to go inside to report. Yun Jiao made a silencing gesture towards him.

Zhao Gao understood, watched Yun Jiao enter, lowered his eyes, and stood outside the door with his chest raised.

When Yun Jiao entered the room, she saw the tall figure behind the screen in front of the desk, concentrating on reviewing the memorial.

Her eyes moved, she took a detour and walked past from behind.

[Hey, hey, hey, scare the ancestors. 】

Ying Zheng's writing hand paused slightly, then lifted up again.

Yun Jiao tiptoed over and was caught off guard, reaching out to cover Ying Zheng's eyes and lowering her voice: "Guess who I am."

Hearing the voice of Chao Si Ri Mu, Ying Zheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he tried to suppress it, lowered his voice, and followed her wishes: "Which palace maid are you to be so bold?"

Yun Jiao kissed the side of his face, released her hands, hugged his neck, and blinked: "It's me, it's me. I have been busy these days and have not been with A Zheng. Do you miss me?"

Ying Zheng finally couldn't bear it any longer, threw the ink pen on the table, took the person from behind to the front, brought her into his arms and held her tightly, his thin lips pressed against her ear: "That little heartless Da Banyue If you don’t come, why don’t I miss you?”

Looking like this, the monarch who had just been so violent and ordered to send troops to suppress the rebellion looked like a neglected husband. Danfeng's eyes seemed to contain a little bit of unnoticeable grievance.

Yun Jiao's heart suddenly softened and her face turned red.

Seeing that Ying Zheng was about to kiss him, she coughed, stretched out her hand to push Ying Zheng, and took out the paper and rabbit pen from her arms: "A Zheng, can you try this and see if you can write easily?"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of someone who had never eaten a trace of meat, but he still looked down patiently. When he saw this extremely smooth and very white slice, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "This is Jiao." The result of Jiao’s busy work these days?”

"Yes, this is called paper. It can be used to write records. It is much lighter than the bamboo slips. Give it a try, Azheng."

(End of this chapter)