Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

There is a large area at the foot of the mountain. If it is all opened up, tens of thousands of acres of fields can be opened. Of course, this is not a job that can be done in a day or two. It will take at least a few years. Take your time and expand a little bit, and you can always change. big.

Cao nodded: "I know, young wizard."

Next, they cultivated and cleared the land while surrounding the land that was now planted with wooden walls.

Ye Sang passed them and walked to the salt refinery.

Outside the salt refinery, some tribesmen are collecting soil, some are collecting water, some are drying salt, some are loading salt, and some are transporting it, forming a complete industrial chain.

Arrange a person in charge so Ye Sang doesn't have to come.

After watching everyone working at the salt refinery for an hour, and seeing that everything was in order, Ye Sang followed the transport team back to the tribe, and immediately arranged two teams of soldiers to guard the salt refinery.

Their battle was so big that it would inevitably attract the attention of other tribes. If they were robbed, the losses would be great.

……

Ye Sang came to the papermaking workshop and prepared for the next process.

The bamboo soaked in lime water for several days has turned light green, and impurities such as pectin, pigments, and oils are basically gone.

The next step is to cook the raw materials to remove impurities and disperse the bamboo into fibers.

"Xi, light the fire." Ye Sang shouted.

"Okay." Xi and the teenagers took action actively.

The things needed for papermaking have already been prepared, so you can just use them now.

A total of five cooking pots were prepared, and the children rushed to put the firewood into the stove and start burning it.

It is worth mentioning that one of these five pots is an iron pot.

This iron pot was originally an iron plate. It was made into an iron pot after the tribesmen kept hammering it. Of course, the craftsmanship is very rough, but after this first time, it will definitely get better in the future.

Put the bamboo into the pot, add lime, bring to a boil over high heat, and cook. This process lasts for several days until the bamboo is soft.

Take out the soft boiled bamboo leaves and mulberry, put them into a pounding pot, and stomp them with your feet.

Under the pounding, the bamboo turns into more fine fibers and forms a pulp. The pulp is then poured into the sink and some water is added to form a pulp suspension.

The last and most crucial step is to fish out the paper using a frame made of bamboo curtains.

It seems to be quite simple to make, but when Ye Sang got started, well, the pulp was not distributed evenly enough several times.

Fortunately, practice makes perfect. After trying more than 20 times, Ye Sang finally picked up the evenly distributed pulp with a bamboo curtain.

Drain the water, turn the bamboo curtain over, and place the paper sheet on it on a wooden board.

Then repeat the papermaking action, stacking the sheets of paper together.

After the paper tires are stacked one foot high, a wooden board is placed on the paper tires, and then several large stones are pressed on them to press out all the water in the paper tires.

Ye Sang squatted down and looked at the water running down the paper tire, filled with anticipation.

Next is the baking paper.

Baking paper is more convenient. You can put the paper directly next to the brick kiln and bake it. The sun is strong, and you can dry a piece of paper in ten minutes.

Pieces of paper are baked next to the brick kiln, which looks very spectacular.

"Sister, does paper become paper when it is dried?" Xi rubbed his arm. He had done a lot of work and his arm was sore.

"Yes, with paper and pen, you can write text." Ye Sang put his arm on Xi's shoulder, feeling very accomplished.

Xi asked curiously: "Sister, are the words the pictures in the book you gave to the witch?"

Ye Sang nodded: "Yes." Xi asked like a curious baby: "Sister, where did the text come from?"

Ye Sang thought for a while and replied: "I don't know where it came from. It already existed when You Wu gave it to me."

Xi was silent for a while, and suddenly thought of something: "Was it invented by a wandering witch?"

Ye Sang replied smoothly: "It's possible. Next time we meet him, we can ask him."

Xi nodded: "Yes."

The paper was dried. Ye Sang went to get a piece of paper in her hand. The paper in her hand looked like straw paper. It was light yellow in color and very thin. The front was very delicate and the back was rough. It was one meter long and sixty centimeters wide. Very neat workmanship.

"Successful!" A smile appeared on Ye Sang's face, quite satisfied.

"Xi, put the paper away by the fire and bake the second batch of paper." Ye Sang stepped forward to show everyone how to collect the paper, take the paper off the rope and stack them one by one.

This is relatively simple, and you can do it at a glance. The child helped quickly put away the paper, and then baked the second batch of paper.

The patriarch came over and took a piece of paper into his hand: "Is this paper?"

Ye Sang nodded: "Yes, the one who writes."

The patriarch's eyes were full of curiosity: "Can everything we say be written on paper?"

Ye Sang answered affirmatively: "Anything is fine. Each of our pronunciations corresponds to a word, and every sentence can be written on paper."

"It's amazing." The clan leader sighed.

Lu and several girls from the tribe came to Ye Sang: "Young Witch, can we look at the paper?"

Ye Sang gave the paper to them: "This is paper. I will teach you how to write your names in the future."

"Can our names be written on the paper? I don't know what they look like." Lu and the other girls were extremely curious.

"Your names are very nice and beautiful." Ye Sang took out the leather paper and charcoal pen and wrote them for them, "This is your name."

For so long, Ye Sang just recorded it by himself and never showed the text to the clan members, thinking that since they were illiterate, there was no need to read it. Only now did he know that they were also curious about his name.

"I finally know what my name looks like."

"The calligraphy is beautiful, Sang, can our handwriting be as beautiful as yours?"

"If I learn to read, I will study hard, learn more, and write on paper casually like a young wizard."

Ye Sang smiled and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you when the time comes."

One after another, many tribesmen came to look at the paper, and finally the shaman came, too curious.

Ye Sang showed the paper to Wu: "When the tribe's affairs calm down a little, I will teach the children. The children are still the future of the tribe..."

The witch said in agreement: "The children need to be taught. If other tribesmen want to learn, they can also learn it. If you learn more wisdom, it will be easier for the tribe to deal with troubles in the future."

Ye Sang acknowledged: "What Wu said is true, I will consider it."

The birth of paper marked the further development of tribal civilization.

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After dinner, Ye Sang first taught Gan Cang the training tasks for the next day, and then explained the art of war to Gan Cang...

"Surround Wei and rescue Zhao, do you understand?" Ye Sang asked Tang Cang.

"I understand, it means to transfer the danger to the things the other party cares about, thus forcing the other party to give up what they care about, so that the things they care about can be protected." Tan Cang also explained.

Ye Sang praised: "Good understanding."