Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 94 Yin Chen
Speaking of it, it’s not surprising that Hui Mian thinks of Yi Shuyuan as tall in his heart.

The first and most important point is that Yi Shuyuan is very kind to Hui Mian, and he doesn't have any bad feelings towards monsters.

The kind of caring that comes from the heart and naturally appears can be faked for a while, but it is impossible to show it all the time.

Secondly, Yi Shuyuan learned the Five Elements Imperial Law with enthusiasm and curiosity, but in Hui Mian's eyes, the progress was too fast.

Hui Mian compared his practice for so many years, and even wondered if Yi Shuyuan deliberately "learned it for the first time" to help him correct his mistakes.

But in fact, Yi Shuyuan knew how to control the wind, and Yutu Yujin also got a little understanding because of the book of the mountain god, so he naturally learned it quickly.

But Yushui and Yuhuo Yishuyuan spent the main time, it seems that the whole is very fast.

After a few months, Yi Shuyuan not only mastered all the five elements imperial law and the technique of storage and collection, but he was basically able to use it with ease.
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At the Zhipinggang of Kuonan Mountain, Chen Pingye looked at an area on the hill that looked like frosted paper material, and understood that the material that was dried this year was mature earlier than in previous years.

Although this batch of materials was prepared one month earlier than in previous years, the progress was at least two or three months faster, and the quality seemed to be better.

After walking around the hill, Chen Pingye came to the pile of materials prepared by Yi Shuyuan.

This pile of paper is as high as the knees, and the fineness is more outstanding, and the "frost color" is also more obvious.

Chen Pingye looked at it for a while, and then went to the stream to wash up. When he came back, he found Yi Shuyuan waiting for him in front of the yard.

Chen Pingye couldn't help trotting over.

"Mr. Yi, why are you here? Just alone?"

Chen Pingye looked at the way of the hill, obviously there were no carriages, horses or other people, and the agreed date should not have arrived yet, right?
"It's just for packing that little material, so there's no need to work hard."

Yi Shuyuan said as he patted the sack under his feet.

Only then did Chen Pingye realize that Yi Shuyuan was sitting on a sack. He turned his head and looked in one direction, and the pile of particularly white materials seemed to have disappeared.

Bag it?So fast?
"Sir, it's already packed? You don't want to carry this bag down the mountain, do you?"

"Hey, with just such a little material, Yi still has strength!"

Yi Shuyuan recalled the past, made a joke like this, and then stood up.

"Okay, I just want to let you know, so as not to think that I have been a thief, I will go back."

"Sir, you are joking. No thief would steal this. Uh, let me carry it for you. I will go to the village at the foot of the mountain and hire a carriage to deliver it to the city. The journey is too far."

Unexpectedly, Yi Shuyuan directly lifted the bag and put it on his shoulder to resist, his posture was no different from that of a dock worker.

"Don't bother, I will find the horses and chariots at the foot of the mountain myself."

Yi Shuyuan waved his hand and walked forward carrying the bag.

Chen Pingye followed and watched carefully, for fear that Yi Shuyuan would not stand still and the sack would be dropped.

But Yi Shuyuan walked steadily, and it seemed that he was carrying things effortlessly, so Chen Pingye felt relieved.

"Oh, by the way, in the future, Yuanjiang Paper Workshop will start preparing new materials before the summer solstice and put them away before the autumnal equinox. It should be better. The remaining paper materials should be collected as soon as possible."

The aura of heaven and earth is not static, but has its own "tide" in it.

Zhi Pinggang is indeed blessed by nature. The process of drying materials is the transformation of materials, which also coincides with natural principles, but it is obvious that a certain law has not been grasped.

The time Yi Shuyuan mentioned was a relatively stable "wave" in Zhipinggang.

Keeping this time rhythm, I dare not say how much breakthrough the paper workshop can make, but the paper will definitely not be bad.

Because the preparation of paper stock is the longest stage in the process, and it is also the root of determining the quality of paper.

Chen Pingye just responded, watching Yi Shuyuan carrying the sack down the mountain, he didn't know how much he listened to.

"How long will it take to carry it back like this, Mr. Yi should know how to hire a car."
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The facts were far from what Chen Pingye thought, Yi Shuyuan had already risen against the wind on the mountain road, and did not fall until he arrived in Yuanjiang County.

Before and after is less than a cup of tea.

At Yuanjiang Zhifang, the Chen family and helpers are working in full swing.

The weather is so hot now that many people in the workshop are shirtless with their trouser legs rolled up.

Yi Shuyuan was familiar with the road, and instead of wandering outside the courtyard, he walked directly into the workshop with a sack on his shoulders.

Someone saw Yi Shuyuan coming, and hurriedly called Old Man Chen who was resting in another corner, and the latter hurried over to meet him.

"Mr. Yi? Did the county government come here for a stroll today?"

Old man Chen walked over with a smile, and bowed his hands to Yi Shuyuan.

After Yi Shuyuan returned the gift, he looked at the busy work around him, and got straight to the point.

"Uncle Chen, Yi is here this time for the progress of the subsequent process."

"Oh, Mr. Yi, it's still early, the date we agreed on is next month, and I've been busy these days, so I really can't spare time to accompany you up the mountain!"

Yi Shuyuan pointed to the sack road under his feet.

"Yi has already hired a car to bring his pile of materials back. There is no need to bother Uncle Chen, just borrow the utensils from the workshop."

As Yi Shuyuan said, he looked towards the workshop, everywhere was busy, obviously there was no free space.

"This"

Old man Chen looked inside the workshop, hesitated and said.

"Since you have already agreed to it, sir, let's get ready to shake things up first!"

With old man Chen's words, Yi Shuyuan felt relieved to deal with paper materials.

To remove impurities and purify the material, the next process is to separate the pulp in the material by means of pounding, cutting, pressing, rinsing and washing.

Yi Shuyuan's whole process was quiet and silent, and unlike Zhifang's division of labor, he handled it alone from beginning to end, and politely declined several people who wanted to help.

It was already noon when the pulp was churned out, and Old Man Chen even declined the invitation to have a meal together at noon.

Many people in the paper workshop came over with bowls when they ate.

While grilling rice, he watched Yi Shuyuan's movements, watching him guide the pulp into an empty pulp tank.

"That bit of pulp isn't enough, do you want to add some to Mr. Yi?"

"Stop meddling in other people's business, wait for him to talk." "See how he makes paper by himself later."

Some helpers were watching a play and chatting there.

Yi Shuyuan's work is indeed like that, but the pulp pool is so big, and the material is so little, the bamboo curtain papermaking can't be shaped.

Moreover, the bamboo curtain is not small, and it usually takes two people to carry it and cooperate with papermaking to ensure uniformity.

However, Yi Shuyuan has been completely immersed in the paper-making process, as if he doesn't know that there is too little pulp, and he doesn't care about the size of the bamboo curtain.

The other pulp ponds were all turbid, but the pulp pond on Yi Shuyuan's side was like a clear soup with little water, only some snow-white paper flowers that looked like impurities were floating in the water.

Yi Shuyuan straightened his cuffs, then picked up the bamboo curtain, bent down and carefully copied into the water.

The paper flowers that floated up and down with the current took several turns, but they all gathered on the bamboo curtain.

Yi Shuyuan swung up and down, and the pulp spread evenly on the bamboo curtain with the flowing water.

Just like a master who has worked countless times, Yi Shuyuan turned around and sent it to the table behind him, spreading the moist pulp paper on the table like a mat.

After repeating this several times, Yi Shuyuan scooped up all the pulp in the pond.

Yi Shuyuan made a total of more than a dozen sheets of paper, but they were only a thin layer on the table when stacked together.

This was the first time Yi Shuyuan asked for help. He asked a helper to carry the table together and went to the paper drying room to squeeze and dry the wet pulp and paper.

As soon as Yi Shuyuan walked away, all the other helpers, including old man Chen, put down their work and gathered in front of Yi Shuyuan's pulp pool just now.

"This" "Am I dazzled?"

"Then I specified to spend it too"

This doesn't look like a pulp tank that has just finished its work, the pulp in it has been copied clean.

Not to mention the residual pulp, there is not even a little bit of impurities, so that the water in the pool is as clear as a mountain spring.

"Stop talking nonsense and go to work!"

Old man Chen scolded, and the group of people reluctantly left, but they were still puzzled by this situation.

I've been making paper for so long, and I've never seen anything like this.
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Because there is not much paper in total, only a few thin layers.

So draining and squeezing plus drying the paper, it takes a day and one night for a normal thick dozen of paper, and it takes less than half an hour in Yi Shuyuan.

At this time, the paper was only half dry, so Yi Shuyuan and others carried the "cardboard" to the drying yard.

"Thank you! Next, Yi can come by himself."

"Hey, if Mr. Yi needs anything, just call me!"

"it is good!"

The long-term worker who helped him left, Yi Shuyuan looked at the cardboard, picked up a clay pot, and evenly re-wet the cardboard.

The next moment, Yi Shuyuan peeled off a thin layer of paper from the stacked "cardboard".

This layer of paper is now like a layer of soft cloth, blowing in the wind in Yi Shuyuan's hands.

Through the wet fibers, Yi Shuyuan seems to be able to see the mountains and bamboo forests, and feel the nature of the world.

"call"

Exhaling lightly, Yi Shuyuan pasted this layer of paper on the wet drying board.

One sheet, two sheets, three sheets, one panel, two panels
A dozen sheets of paper were quickly laid out.

Yi Shuyuan stood beside the paper rack, admiring his masterpiece, looked sideways at the inside of the paper workshop, and then swept his sleeves.

"Woo hoo hoo hoo"

There was a breeze in the yard, the sun swayed down, and a thin layer of heavenly sun ignited on the surface of the paper
Until Yi Shuyuan took the paper and thanked him and left, everyone in Yuanjiang Zhifang was still amazed at the pool of clear water.
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At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was in a more excited mood, and walked briskly all the way, leaving the city along the road in the city.

Afterwards, he used the land body method to run quickly on the wind, blending into the wind and blowing to the front of the forest in the countryside.

In front of it is a large paddy field full of fruit, and behind it is a quiet forest.

There are neither pedestrians nor animals around, only the occasional chirping of birds in the forest.

Yi Shuyuan found a big stone shaded by a tree and sat down. The stone was flat and spacious, as if it were a natural stone table.

Hui Mian immediately jumped out, stood at the corner of the stone table, put out the brush, ink and inkstone that Yi Shuyuan bought by himself earlier, and even surprised the Fuchi jade on the stone.

"Sir, do you want to make a fan?"

"Hey, watch it!"

Yi Shuyuan laughed, took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, folded it in half and scored four times in the air with a carving knife.

Immediately, the two fan-shaped papers fell off and floated to Yi Shuyuan's palm with the wind, while the large piece of paper under him was caught by Hui Mian.

The paper is like the wings of two butterflies, fluctuating together in the wind, but not flying away.

Yi Shuyuan's face returned to calm, and he stretched out his cuffs, and one by one flew out of the fan bones that had been completed before.

The paper undulates like white silk, wrapping around every fan bone.

Without using any paste, each fan bone is attached to the paper of the fan.

Up to the point where the handle of the fan meets, Yi Shuyuan didn't use any other materials, but used an ebony core as the shaft.

The whole process was very gentle, there was neither scorching flames nor roaring thunder.

A white paper fan with clean sides has appeared in Yi Shuyuan's hands, but the fan has not yet been completed.

"Sir, the ink is finished!"

Hui Mian, who was stepping on the paper, gave a reminder, then put down the ink stick and raised the pen.

Yi Shuyuan held a paper fan and put it on the stone, took the pen and lightly dipped it in ink, and wrote a sentence on both sides of the paper.

As the pen tip touches the paper, the ink flows into the paper in rich ink color like flowing water, forming watery characters one by one.

Tiangangdisha and Xiangshu.

All are different.

When the last word fell, the folding fan shook slightly, and there was a faint flash of brilliance in the ink.

Yi Shuyuan put down his pen, held the unfolded fan, and looked into the distance.

Then he swept his forehand at Kuo Nan Mountain in the distance, and then slapped Yuanjiang County with his backhand.

In an instant, a gust of wind turned around, wrapping around Yi Shuyuan, and even wrapping around the folding fan on Yi Shuyuan's right hand.

Yi Shuyuan's mana, even aura and spirit, poured into the folding fan crazily.

On the fan, the landscape of Kuanan gradually emerges on one side, and the scenery of the ancient city gradually appears on the other.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The wind still didn't stop, and there seemed to be a tornado around the folding fan, which made Hui Mian on the side a little bit unable to open his eyes, and hurriedly rushed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to prevent it from being blown away.

And the Fuchi Yujing on one side has been suspended and flew to Yi Shuyuan's side, as if there is some kind of echo with the folding fan.

Yi Shuyuan was a little tired, but he was no longer as unbearable as last time. Looking at the folding fan held high in his hand, he said with a calm smile.

"The charm of the sky comes from itself, and the magic method comes from itself. You are my folding fan, and the name is: Yinchen!"

There was no such a huge movement as when I was touching the foot, and there was no thunder and rain, but the wind around the folding fan dissipated at this moment.

The wind from those two fans only appeared at this moment.

The wind blows to the countryside, to the city, and to the mountains and waters.
"Sir, help me, ah—"

Hui Mian, who was holding the blank paper, was blown away.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he reached out and grabbed Hui Mian's tail before it flew away, but he couldn't hold back his smile.

"Hahahaha"

(End of this chapter)