I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 207 Is this a prosperous age or a chaotic one?
Gangneung City.

The backyard of Wangjing Tower is a papermaking workshop.

During this period of time, another expansion was carried out, and all the gardens and wing rooms were demolished. The entire backyard was connected and turned into a large workshop covering an area of ​​nearly [-] square meters.

Thirty large marinade pools are arranged in a zigzag around the walls.

In the middle are ten rows of paper-drying walls, and around the paper-drying walls are twenty paper-making pools.

There are more than a hundred workers busy in an orderly manner, performing their duties without any signs of panic.

It has to be said that Zhu He is indeed a talent in management.

Guo Yi led Pei Xidao and Pei Ruyu around the whole workshop, explaining non-stop while walking.

Not far away, Zhu's second child stood side by side with Zhu He. Both of them were a little flustered, and from time to time they raised their sleeves to wipe the sweat off their faces.

This Guo Erlang didn't even say hello, he just brought Mr. Pei in...

Guo Yi didn't stop at Yanqiu long. After designing the blueprints, he drove the mule cart back without stopping.

He also brought Mr. Pei over along the way.

He went to the salt hill to check the terrain and design the blueprints, not to supervise the construction...

There are still a lot of messes going on in Jiangling City, so we can't leave for too long.

They came in from the south gate. After checking the condition of the road construction, they came to the papermaking workshop without stopping.

Although Pei Xianggong has been saying something that is insulting to the gentleman, he is still very curious about papermaking technology.

After walking around the marinade pool, he stood by the side of the paper-making pool and watched.

I saw the worker holding the bamboo curtain, going deep into the pool water and swinging back and forth, and a piece of thin paper was formed.

After stacking together, other people are responsible for uncovering and drying the paper.

Pei Xidao stared blankly for a while, then asked curiously: "Erlang, what do you think is the difference between the reed paper and the bamboo paper?"

"Can't be used for writing!"

Guo Yi responded without hesitation: "Reed paper has no toughness and can be torn easily. Therefore, it cannot fix ink, and with a little ink, it can smudge into a large piece.

Second, the paper is too soft and cannot be stored for a long time.If it is made into a book, the paper will rot if it cannot be turned over several times. "

While talking, he tore off a piece of dry paper from the paper wall, and motioned to Zhu He to get ink, and to do the experiment for Pei Xidao face to face.

Guo Yi understood what he meant. A piece of paper made through such a cumbersome process is not used for writing, but for wiping buttocks...

Simply outrageous!
More than 2 sheets of paper are produced a day. If they are all used for writing, how many scholars will there be in the Great Zhou Dynasty?
But such a precious piece of paper, you actually use it to wipe your ass!
It's simply insulting.

After some experiments, Pei Xidao couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, and he still asked persistently, "Can you make bamboo paper?"

He has asked this a second time.

"Yes! The workshop has been completed, and we are waiting for the bamboo paper marinade to be finished. It will take another two months."

"Let's go and have a look. Take a look at the hydraulic loom you mentioned." After Pei Xidao finished speaking, he couldn't wait to go out.

Zhu Laoer couldn't help wiping his sweat, and finally sent the living ancestor away, but suddenly remembered that it was already three quarters in the afternoon, so he asked subconsciously: "Erlang, what's wrong with you?" It's already past noon, why don't you go after lunch?"

Poor families still have two meals a day, while wealthy families have three meals a day.

"Alright!" Guo Yi nodded in agreement, then turned his head to look at Pei Xidao and asked what he meant.

When they came back in the morning, they left in a hurry and only ate two pieces of chestnut rice pancakes.By this time I was already hungry.

As for Pei Xidao, who was standing on his territory at the moment, it was natural that he agreed casually: "Erlang arranges it."

At this moment, Zhu's second son also came back to his senses, and wanted to give himself two mouths, and send this living ancestor away earlier, but he still kept him for dinner...

He is not afraid, but purely psychologically afraid of those in high positions, and also afraid of causing trouble to his master.

But at this time the words had already been spoken, it was hard to take them back, so he could only bow down to lead the way, and went to the private room on the third floor of Wangjing Building.

"I'm going to ask the back kitchen to prepare a good meal on the table!" After finishing speaking, he secretly gave Guo Yi a wink, and he couldn't wait to go out.

This Class A private room is just facing the street, and you can see the bustling crowd outside when you open the window.

Pei Xidao stood in front of the window with a teacup in his hand, looking at the unusually lively scene outside, he couldn't help but marvel: "As expected, it is indeed a grand event in Jiangling City!"

When they came here just now, they squeezed in, but now that they stand on a high place, they can fully feel the grand scene of the Jiangling City Literature Society.

No matter where you look, there are crowds of people.

In addition to scholars in blue or blue Confucian shirts, there are many ordinary people in common clothes.

Because of the appearance of skimmers and hydraulic threshers, the busy season of farming has been greatly shortened.

After taking off and drying the grains, everyone put them into the warehouse, and then they were free.Taking advantage of a few days before the next sowing, everyone took a good rest.

Ever since, I came to the city to join in the fun.

After all, it is a rare event.

But Mr. Pei, who had been clamoring to come to Jiangling City, lost interest at this moment.Some of them sat down and drank tea in their seats.

Ever since he saw that purgatory on earth and passed through there, he has become what he is now.

Guo Yi thought he was scared, but Mr. Pei thought that his eldest son was changing.

Men, after going through some things, there must be a process of turning a cocoon into a butterfly, which will make people mature.

"Sure enough, as Erlang said, the city is peaceful and prosperous, and people live and work in peace and contentment, and enjoy themselves to their heart's content. But outside the city, it is a purgatory for people, where people are displaced and have no food to eat." Standing in front of the window, Mr. Pei expressed his feeling.

"In your opinion, is this a prosperous age or a chaotic one?" Guo Yi couldn't help asking an outrageous question.

Pei Xidao couldn't help being taken aback when he heard that.Is this a chaotic world, or a prosperous one?

If you say, this is a chaotic world.But in front of them is singing and dancing, people live and work in peace and contentment, singing and dancing to their heart's content.

But if it is said that this is a prosperous age, how should those people who were displaced by the drought describe it?

"More than 30 years ago, it was 20 yuan for one tax, and coarse grain was more than 12 yuan a bucket. Twelve years ago, it was changed to [-] yuan for a tax, and [-] yuan for a bucket of coarse grain.

And just three years ago, it was changed to one tithe, and seventy coins for a bucket of coarse grain.But just last year, the flood in Xinzhou led to an uprising, and several major grain merchants hoarded grain in order to keep the price high.

As a result, in just half a year, coarse grains rose to a bucket of [-] Wen.

Dare I ask Mr. Pei, is this a prosperous age or a chaotic one?
You said this is a prosperous age, why did the court ignore it?There is neither punishment nor punishment?Just let the price of food soar?

You say this is a chaotic world, but why do these scholars outside the window still look like they are in a prosperous world? "

(End of this chapter)