The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 105 Trying to Make Paper
The man smiled honestly and said, "Don't worry, it's still growing in the field, and it's definitely not taken back in advance. Can it be harvested now?"

"Yes, I'm here today to talk about this matter, and let's talk about the price by the way." Han Qianluo said.

The price was quickly negotiated, even if it was based on the market price, there was nothing to discuss. After leaving here, Han Qianluo went to several other families, and after negotiating the price and delivery date, It's already afternoon.

"It's finally over." Han Qianluo sighed.

Liu Linchu walked side by side with her on the road, and asked curiously, "Xiaoluo, did you buy so much sugar cane to make sugar?"

"Yes, I've shown you how to make granulated sugar before."

Liu Linchu nodded: "I remember, the kind of sugar that looks like sand, and it was originally made from sugar cane."

Just as Han Qianluo was about to speak, he was pulled suddenly and fell into Liu Linchu's arms without standing still. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw a carriage speeding past without slowing down at all. , didn't seem to care if it hit someone.

Hurry up to reincarnate, Han Qianluo cursed in his heart.

"Xiao Luo, have you been hit?" Liu Linchu asked with concern.

Only then did Han Qianluo come to his senses, and realized that he was leaning in the arms of the person he liked, and suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, but he just thought about it in his heart, and didn't dare to really keep leaning in his arms like this, after all It's still on the road.

Han Qianluo stood up straight and said, "It's okay, Brother Linchu, don't worry." But thinking of that warm chest, his face was still slightly flushed.

Soon the two turned from the main road to the small road. There were fewer people on the small road and the road was relatively narrow. It was impossible for the two of them to continue walking side by side. is behind.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the silence was uncomfortably quiet, so Han Qianluo casually talked about a TV series that she had watched in her previous life and still had a deep impression on her: "Brother Linchu, let me tell you How about a story?"

"Okay."

Han Qianluo sorted it out, and then began to tell the story of the crazy little swallow, while Liu Linchu listened quietly, did not express any opinions, and soon arrived at home.

After returning home, Han Qianluo was busy making cakes by himself, and when he came out, he found Liu Linchu was painting in the yard, so he glanced curiously, and could only tell that it was a mountain alone, and the others I can't understand it, because ancient ink paintings are all the same to her.

"Brother Linchu, what are you drawing?" Han Qianluo asked curiously.

Liu Linchu raised his head and smiled softly: "This is the story Xiao Luo told this afternoon, didn't Xiao Luo see it?"

Looking at the painting carefully with some surprise, Han Qianluo could see it a bit this time. The painting was about a girl who was shot by an arrow in a mountain and fell to the ground in pain.

"Did you see it?" Liu Linchu turned his head and asked with a smile.

Han Qianluo was a little embarrassed to admit that her eyesight was so poor, she chuckled, rubbed her nose and said, "I can see it." But this reminded her of another thing, that is making paper, if she hadn't seen Liu Linchu painting , she will definitely not remember until the next time she uses paper.

Now that he remembered it and happened to be at home, Han Qianluo didn't delay any longer, and immediately started preparing the raw materials for papermaking. In fact, there are many kinds of raw materials for papermaking, such as hemp, bamboo, bark, and straw. papermaking.Thinking that this was the first time to make paper, Han Qianluo felt that it was better to use the worst straw to try.

It just so happened that the straw collected during the autumn harvest was still neatly piled up in the yard. Han Qianluo looked at the height and felt that it was impossible for him to get the straw from the top, so he tried to pull out a bundle from the middle, but unexpectedly With a light twitch, the whole straw stack also shook slightly, and she was so frightened that she quickly stopped.

It happened that Han Qingquan saw this scene, and hurried over to help take a bundle from above: "If you can't get it, why don't you ask me to get it for you?"

Not too far from Han's courtyard, there was a small ditch. Han Qianluo soaked the straw in this ditch and compacted it with a big stone before going back.

After a few days, Han Qianluo reckoned that the straw was almost soaked, so he fished it out, and then mixed it with lime and put it in the pot to start cooking. Unexpectedly, Pan Song came back at this time. Seeing this scene, he was very excited. Surprised: "Sister Han, why did you put the straw in the pot to cook?"

"I have my own use for this." Han Qianluo felt that he might not be able to speak clearly with such a child, so he just said perfunctorily.

Pan Song didn't continue to ask, but his words attracted Liu Linchu who was next door, and asked curiously, "Xiao Luo, do you have any good ideas?"

Han Qianluo nodded and said, "I just don't know if it can be done. If it can be done, many things will be much more convenient in the future."

"Oh, what is it?" Liu Linchu asked curiously.

Han Qianluo just smiled and said, "It's for writing and drawing. It's easier to use than bamboo slips, but it's also much cheaper than silk. You'll know when I make it."

In fact, what she most wants to make is not paper for drawing and writing, but toilet paper. She is really not used to it without toilet paper, but she doesn't know how to make that thing at all, so she has to put it away first, and make ordinary paper first. .

The straw does not need to be boiled for a long time, and it will be boiled into pulp after a while, so Han Qianluo found a clean burlap bag and put all the pulp into the sack.

"Xiao Luo, let me help you with what to do next." Liu Linchu said, and quickly took the linen bag filled with pulp.

"Put it in the water and wash it, just swing it back and forth."

Liu Linchu carefully placed the sack containing the pulp in the water and swung it back and forth, washing away the ash and other substances inside until no impurities could be washed out.

"What to do next?" Liu Linchu asked.

The next step is to bleach the pulp, but it takes a long time. Without bleach, it would take two to three months. Han Qianluo thought about it, she just tried to see if she could make paper, So this step can be omitted.

"We'll have to dry it for a few more days to make it whiter." Han Qianluo looked at the light yellow pulp and said, deciding to dry it for a few more days.

Fortunately, the sun will continue to shine for the next few days. Han Qianluo will go to see it every day, but he doesn't find any obvious changes. He feels a little disappointed, so he decides not to sun it anymore, and starts the next step. material.

Crushing is a physical job. Han Qianluo reckoned that it would be a bit difficult for him, so he said decisively to Han Qingquan: "Brother, you can do something for me later, pound the pulp into a paste."

"Okay." Han Qingquan agreed without thinking, "What do you use to make it?"

Han Qianluo didn't know what to use to pound it, but it had nothing to do with tools, so he said, "Anything should be fine."

Han Qingquan nodded to show that he understood, and then went out. After a while, he brought back a stone mill and began to grind the pulp. After a lot of effort, he finally smashed all the pulp into a paste.

After tinkering for a long time, Han Qianluo finally got the wet paper out, put it outside in the sun for another half day, and finally dried the wet paper, so he carefully removed the light yellow paper from the top Next.

When she took the paper, not only Pan Song, but also Han Qingquan and Liu Linchu couldn't help watching from the sidelines.When the paper was peeled off, both of them quickly picked up a piece of paper and looked at it over and over again, amazed at the same time.

In the end, Han Qingquan was the first to speak: "Xiao Luo, is this paper really as good as you say?"

"Try it and you'll know?" Han Qianluo replied confidently. The invention of paper was listed as one of the four great inventions in ancient China, so it was naturally welcomed.

"I'll give it a try." Liu Linchu also said with some doubts, then went into the room and took out the pen, ink and inkstone, sharpened the ink and began to write on it.Han Qianluo looked at it without blinking. In fact, she was a little worried that the ink would smudge when writing on this paper, but fortunately, these worries were unnecessary, and nothing that Han Qianluo was worried about happened.

After Liu Linchu wrote a picture, he put down the brush carefully, and said appreciatively: "It will be much more convenient to carry books or something in the future. The paper you made is really convenient. You should do more in the future." Some, sure to be popular."

Han Qingquan also said at the side: "Xiao Luo, I think this is much more cost-effective than the ones you made. Although it is a bit tiring, the raw materials are very convenient to make this paper, and it is more effective for people than the ones you made before. Those meals are much more important, Xiaoluo, I don’t think we should make that cake in the future, we sell this paper.”

"Brother, isn't it good to make cakes? It's much easier than making this paper." Han Qianluo said a little puzzled. Of course, she also thought about selling paper instead of cakes, but she would think so for her elder brother I feel a little strange.

Han Qingquan showed a look of "I don't need you to be stupid": "Although no one else can make your cake, there are so many other kinds of pastries, and the price is so expensive, and the shopkeeper just uses it to make it." It’s just a signboard, it won’t last long.”

Han Qianluo was not good at doing business, and he didn't even know anything about it, so he didn't know if his elder brother was right, so he turned around and asked, "Brother Lin Chu, what do you think?"

Liu Linchu pondered for a while: "I think what your brother said is right, and in fact, it is quite troublesome for you to make that pastry, which is troublesome and time-consuming."

(End of this chapter)