Workshop.

After returning from Ying Si’s residence, Zhang Mao started working with the craftsmen. The papermaking process is simple and the raw materials are not difficult to find.

Therefore, everything went smoothly! In fact, they didn't know that Ying Si chose the "Papermaking Technology" in consideration of the limited contemporary conditions, which was recorded in "The Creation of Heaven". After more than half a month of hard work, he reached the last step of burning and roasting.

Lift the wet paper up and bake it dry.

The equipment for baking paper is made of earthen bricks to form a lane, and fire is generated in the lane. After the temperature of the earthen bricks rises, the wet paper is posted and dried.

After drying, it will be peeled and turned into paper.

It was almost noon now, and a warm sun hangs on the sky with clear clouds.

Leaning against the low wall and looking at the drying paper, Zhang Mao's golden face was relieved.

"It's finally done. The Lord said that this is the real 'paper', why does it look a little yellow?"

He was a little worried about the quality of the finished paper products, after all, the emperor was ordered to die.

If you can't make something that Ying Si is satisfied with, the Lord will really be able to kill him and the guys behind him.

Zhang Mao felt a biting cold wind behind him, and the beautiful life was about to end before it even began?

"Yaoke~" Zhang Mao was a little sleepy due to his continuous labor for many days.

He is old and his body is not as good as before, especially in recent years, the frequency of back pain has increased. It is impossible not to accept old age.

"Old Zhang, go back to the house and sleep for a while. You haven't closed your eyes for several days in a row. We are watching here, there will be no problem."

Zhang Mao wanted to speak and stop, but in fact he was a little worried.

But in his subconscious mind, Zhang Mao still wanted to rest because his body's tolerance had reached its limit.

It's like a man being kept by a rich woman, and he comes 81 times overnight! His kidneys will be overdrawn and explode.

Like Zhang Mao, he couldn't stand it anymore! "Oh, then okay, you must keep an eye on it carefully. If there is a little mistake, we have to move our heads."

Being with the king is like a tiger! This sentence is becoming more and more appropriate in Zhang Mao’s current situation.

Zhang Mao’s living habits are different from those of ordinary people.

People say that they are sleepy when they are young. When they get older, they can’t even sleep. They stare at the light bulb every day.

But Zhang Mao fell asleep as soon as he lay down, snoring like thunder! Well, heartless people all have high sleep quality.

He had a good dream, dreaming that a little lady felt at ease with him, but she hid her love and thoughts in her belly.

He mustered up his courage to grab the little lady's hand and wanted to take off his pants and do that bad thing.

Beast! "Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

In his sleep, Zhang Mao's body shook suddenly. He just thought the little lady was struggling in his arms, and he didn't realize it.

But, why is this voice a bit rough, like a man?

The name is so strange. Did any lady call me "Lao Zhang"?

Zhang Mao was shocked and sweated all over. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he found that it was the old guy who was shaking his shoulders.

Day, the good dream was interrupted! "What-what is wrong?"

Zhang Mao rubbed his eyes and asked.

Immediately, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Could it be that there is a problem with the paper?

It's over! The Lord will definitely not let him go.

But.

The paper production process is completely followed by the instructions of the Lord, without any changes, and even the time is just right.

So, where exactly is the problem?

"It's aborted!"

Zhang Mao knelt on the ground, beat his chest and stamped his feet, and was as if he had lost his parents and cried loudly.

"I thought I could build the world's equipment in Qin State and glorify my ancestors, but I didn't expect it to be lost here. Oh, God, why are you so unfair?"

Zhang Mao's face turned purple, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and lamented, looking in a daze.

The old guy who came to report the news was already confused.

Is there such a big reaction?

"Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"Old brother, it's me, Lao Zhang, who is sorry for you. The papermaking failed. The Lord will not let us go. Go quickly and escape from Qin when the Lord did not find out."

The old guy smiled and said, "Old Zhang, we succeeded!"

Success! Zhang Mao suddenly rushed into the yard of the workshop, picking up a piece of paper to face the sun.

It was something he had never seen before. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and as white as goose feathers. It felt soft and comfortable to touch and was spotless.

"Is this the paper that Jun Shang said?"

The magical object! It is really a magical object! It is as light as a cicada's wing as white as snow, and it shakes like a fine silk without hearing the sound.

The paper is tough and moist, shining but not slippery, white and dense, with pure texture and no damage to rubbing.

It seems that there are also unique penetration and lubrication properties.

"Get the pen and ink, take the pen and ink!"

Zhang Mao shouted.

For some reason, the foreman ordered him to quickly go to the room to pick up the brush and grind it himself.

Zhang Mao didn't understand words, and he had never even read books. He could only write his own name simply, but it was still a crooked one.

But, after he finished writing.

On the rice paper, the two words "Zhang Mao" are both bone spirits and spirits are flying! "A stroke is completed, with depth, lightness, visible texture, clear ink rhyme, clear layers-" Zhang Mao said several advantages in succession.

However, it seems that paper has many uses, he can't say.

"Haha, I, Zhang Mao, really want to leave my name in history!"

Zhang Mao looked crazy, with his hair disheveled, picked up a pile of more than a dozen pieces of rice paper, and ran along the alleys of Xianyang City.

"Your Majesty, I've succeeded!"

That way, it looks like a demon star who is better than seeing at first sight.

Many people in Xianyang City sneered at it, "You are on fire on your butt, running so fast, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

No one can understand Zhang Mao’s mood at this moment! He ran wildly, faster than Liu Xiang.

When we arrived at the door of the house where Ying Si temporarily lived, we were already panting and we were out of breath: "I-I want to see you!"

The soldier at the door was indifferent.

"I said, I want to see you, tell you, be polite to this foreman, and you have delayed your affairs. Can you bear it?"

The soldier disdained him. You stinky craftsman, what's the big deal?

"Your Majesty is not here. Where are you going? You can ask Mr. Hu, the Minister of Revenue who is squatting in the corner."

"Is Hu a Lord Hu?"

Zhang Mao turned his head, but saw Hu Buwei curled up in the official palace and leaning against the corner of the wall, his face calm and he wanted to cry.

"Sir, I know where you are going?"

Hu Buwei looked depressed and almost cried. He used a lot of effort to suppress it and said lightly: "Your Majesty has gone out of the city to roast geese."

Well! Your Majesty has finally regained his nature and is looking for fun.

"Thank you, Lord Hu."

Zhang Mao gave a tribute and was about to leave, but found that Hu Buwei was completely unscrupulous, as if some important relative had passed away.

"Mr. Hu, why are you unhappy when you go out of the city to roast geese?"

Zhang Mao turned around and asked, Hu Buwei couldn't hold back and cried out: "Happy, I'm crying with joy. You and my aunt went out of the city together!"

Damn, you took your wife out of the city to roast geese?
Chapter completed!