Vincent immediately went out to cut trees, and Bai Qingqing and Moore began to deal with the bark.

Paper is so delicate, it is natural to crush the raw materials. The next step is uncertain. Bai Qingqing asked Moore to cut only a third of the bark and chop it with a knife.

Bai Qingqing doesn't think that the bark that is big enough to be broken into soybeans is delicate enough, so Moore smashes it with stones. Not yet. I went straight to the stone mill and became as mushy as bean dregs.

Looking at such a slurry, Bai Qingqing is barely satisfied.

At this time, Vincent also dragged back a small tree tens of meters long from the outside of the city. Bai Qingqing immediately said, "let's make the trunk like this."

"Good."

Vincent peeled the bark of the tree and cut off a section of the trunk. As he chopped the trunk, Moore grinded the pieces of the trunk into pulp.

The ground tree pulp looks much better than the bark. It gives off a light resin fragrance and even makes people appetite.

But I thought that the wood cutting knife had not been washed before, and Bai Qingqing felt his nose, but he was not controlled by curiosity to taste the tree pulp.

"And then what?" Asked Moore, scraping the last lump of wood pulp from the stone mill into the bucket.

Bai Qingqing looks at the tree pulp with a spoon, showing a slight frown.

Paper is from ancient times, what can be done in ancient times? It's nothing more than cooking and baking, and the trouble is putting chemicals.

Bai Qingqing hopes to be the first. If it's the second, she doesn't have no idea.

It may be successful to add some adhesive substances, but it is not known whether the products are the same as the modern paper.

In the four ways of steaming, boiling, baking and drying, Bai Qingqing said: "first steam it."

It can't be boiled, and it can't be operated now if it's in the sun. You can try to dry it.

If you bake The usual paper doesn't seem to smell burnt, but let's try it.

"Vincent Curtis, you're in charge of steaming. Moore and I will try again." Bai Qingqing said that she didn't mean that she liked Moore better than Curtis. Instead, Curtis and Vincent bimour were familiar with the stove, and Moore still looked relieved.

All three knew that no one was against it, so they began to work.

The trunk pulp and bark pulp are mixed together. After they are stirred evenly, the two teams divide the original liquid equally.

The big pot gave Vincent and Curtis. Bai Qingqing and Moore made a small stove in the restaurant and put on the pan.

Moore is in charge of the fire, and Bai Qingqing is in charge of the spoon Ah no, it's Kang paper.

When the bottom of the pot is warm, Bai Qingqing pours a small spoon of slurry into the pot and spreads it carefully, just like pancakes.

This is very difficult to operate because it is not possible to smooth the paste. But with the temperature rising, there is really a little sense of solidification.

Bai Qingqing said in a hurry, "I'll find a flat stone. Be careful to light the fire. Don't be too big."

"I know." Moore, like a heavy burden, watched the fire.

Bai Qingqing ran away quickly. He was eager to find it everywhere. The more anxious he was, the less he could find it.

"How about this one?" Suddenly, there was Parker's relaxed and smiling voice. Bai Qingqing looked up and saw a wooden disc. He was surprised.

"Is it a family portrait tray?" Bai Qingqing came running with a smile, snatched the tray, turned it over and saw that it was, indeed, carved with the base of the doll.

When he got the tool, Bai Qingqing ran happily in the back yard.