Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 237 Papermaking

Fu Tinghan is unfamiliar with papermaking and is still groping for everything, but his memory is very strange. At first, he felt that he was not familiar with it and would not know much, but after he really started to do it, some memories began to roll out. associated knowledge points.

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

  For example, when he sees the fibers that have been soaked in glue and have become soft and rotten into a ball, he automatically knows that he can cook it, or beat it to make it faster.

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

  Then pick up the fiber mass in the puddle and put it in the kettle. When the water is not so cold, start to use a wooden stool to cushion the feet under the feet, and a circle of people gather around the kettle to rub the fiber mass with their hands.

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

   Feeling the impurities adhering to it, he thought about it.

   When Zhao Hanzhang arrived, he was taking people to beat the fibers, because he was not good at work, and his clothes were heavy, and the hem of his clothes was wet.

   Zhao Hanzhang hurried forward and pulled him up, "My clothes are all wet, what if I catch a cold?"

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

   "I heard that you went out of the city, I let Chang Ning go," Zhao Hanzhang twisted the water on the hem of his clothes, frowning, "Fu An, did you bring any clothes?"

  Fu An shook his head blankly.

   Zhao Hanzhang felt that he was too incompetent, "Why are you still standing there, go back to the county to get it."

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

   Fu Tinghan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you are not soaked."

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

   Fu Tinghan saw her serious face, and nodded in response: "Okay."

   Zhao Hanzhang then looked at what they were beating, and said in surprise, "Is this about to become pulp?"

  Fu Tinghan said: "Almost, the newly prepared lime water works very well, and with cooking, impurities are removed much faster."

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

With the efforts of    and the group, they waited until noon to beat out the fiber from the pot, but it was not over yet. Fu Tinghan asked them to rinse it again to remove the remaining impurities before continuing to beat the pulp.

  This is very hard work, but Zhao Hanzhang did it with relish, especially watching the tangled broom of fibers, full of sense of accomplishment.

   By the evening, the pulp finally came out, and Fu Tinghan asked the craftsman to take a bamboo mat to get the pulp.

   Zhao Hanzhang saw it and was eager to try it. He rolled up his sleeves a little higher and said excitedly, "I'll come, I'll come, this is the first piece of paper, we must come in person."

  The craftsman gave her the banquet.

   Zhao Hanzhang took it, spread his legs apart, squatted down like a squatting horse, then put it into the pulp, shook it slowly, and picked it up slightly...

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

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

  Fu Tinghan wasn't quite sure either. He pointed to the stove and said, "Put it aside and dry quickly."

  The two of them stood still on the table, and the craftsmen did not dare to leave for a while.

  Fu Tinghan thought for a while, and said to them, "You all go to work, we'll just watch it here."

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

The last time, when she felt that it was almost the same, she finally couldn't help reaching out to uncover it, but when she touched it, Fu Tinghan reached out and grabbed it, and then she held it tightly and couldn't let go, "It's not enough now, don't mess with it. "

   Zhao Hanzhang drew his hand but didn't take it out, and said, "I know, I'm not moving."

But Fu Tinghan didn't seem to hear it, and continued to hold her hand without letting it go, and told her about the legends she encountered when she was out of the city today, "... Said to be invited to a banquet by Uncle Ming, it should be to help you Promote cast iron pans and soy products."

   He said: "Although Uncle Ming is always unforgiving, he is a good person."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked down at the hand he held in his palm and looked up at him.

  Fu Tinghan saw that she didn't answer, so he looked up at her with an innocent face, "What's wrong?"

   Zhao Hanzhang pursed his lips and smiled, no longer thinking about drawing his hands, but nodded and said, "You are right, Uncle Ming is a knife with a tofu heart."

  Fu Tinghan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the palm of his other hand was sweating.

  The two sat by the stove until the paper was dry, and then carefully peeled off the paper from the mat.

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

   Zhao Hanzhang also smiled and said, "Yes, it's done, this shows that our method is correct."

  Fu Tinghan reached out and touched the paper and said, "It's just too thick, and 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 in various steps. With direction, the probability of mistakes is much smaller.

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

  The crowd responded in unison.

   Zhao Hanzhang called in the steward and instructed: "The raw materials that should be added, the research that should continue to be researched, as long as they can make better paper, the first person will be rewarded, and I will also reward all those who participate."

   The steward responded happily.

   Zhao Hanzhang asked about his plans.

  The manager just said something, Zhao Hanzhang frowned slightly, although it sounded fine, but this plan was too conservative.

   Zhao Hanzhang wants to make a paper workshop. Not only does she want to make paper for the county government, she also wants to sell food, and she also wants to build a printing and bookstore. The manager planned so many materials and pits. How much can the output be?

  If the production of paper can't come up, she will keep so many people here in vain?

   Might as well just go buy paper.

   Zhao Hanzhang said directly: "Prepare more materials and soak them in batches. Didn't you prepare a large pulp tank earlier? My requirements are not high, and the daily output of paper is only a thousand."

   The steward opened his mouth wide. These thousand sheets of paper were all large pieces of paper, and they had to be cut. By then, they would be several thousand in size.

But Zhao Hanzhang is still too little, she said: "When you are proficient, and you want to improve the tools, I remember that you can add bamboo curtains on the mats to make curtain beds, and use tools to make thousands of sheets at a time. Paper."

   She said, "I'll give you three months for the adaptation period, is that enough?"

  The steward was in a panic, and answered with a less confident voice.

  Fu Tinghan watched from the side, and waited until she finished her instructions before saying, "Let's go down first, and take everyone to review today's process, and divide the work tomorrow. When you are familiar with it, these are not problems."

  As if receiving amnesty, the steward responded repeatedly.

   When the steward left, Fu Tinghan said, "I'll try what to do with the curtain bed first, don't worry."

   "I'm not in a hurry, it's just that I have few people who can use it. This manager is obviously not suitable for the paper mill."

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

  Just, who is suitable?

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)