"Dong dong dong..."

There was a loud banging sound in the Qingque tribe. Han Cheng took the big tree stick and pounded it hard against the stone mortar that had not been used for a long time after getting the water bucket.

What was in the stone mortar was not millet but retting bark cut into sections.

Papermaking requires pulp. This was another piece of information about papermaking that he got from his vague memory after thinking hard.

Since it is pulp, it is not a big deal. If you think about the one or two straw fibers that have not been soaked in the homework books of later generations, you will roughly understand what they need to be made into.

It is easier to grind things into pulp with a stone mill, but it is not suitable for grinding bark because the bark is easy to get stuck in it.

Or in the future, when the Qingque tribe's papermaking technology becomes more mature, they can consider improving the stone mill and creating a stone mill specifically for grinding paper pulp.

Compared with grain, bark is not easy to pound at all.

After sweating all over, it took Han Cheng almost an hour to pound it into something that could barely be called pulp.

Because I wasn't familiar with it, things didn't go smoothly. After grinding it, I scratched my head and thought about it. Think about the big pool on the simple illustration, and then compare and associate it with the previous grinding of tofu. Han Cheng

Finally, I put the pounded bark into a large unused tank and soaked it in water.

Then imitate the people in the illustrations and pretend to be messy for a while.

The crushed bark was scattered into the water, but there were a lot of things floating on the water.

This is old bark.

It is the harder outer layer of bark.

When pounding the bark, Han Cheng pounded all the bark together. Compared with the inner bark, the outer bark was much more difficult to pound.

As a result, there are still many lumps that have not been crushed.

Recalling the awkward situation when writing where there were unpulverized fibers, Han Cheng consciously found a small piece of linen cloth, tied it to a branch nested in a circle, and made a

Simple net bag.

It's said to be a net bag, but it actually looks like a fly swatter that doesn't stretch out too flat.

Firstly, Han Cheng's skills were limited, and secondly, the Azabu tribe was not very wealthy.

The piece of material Han Cheng found was the leftover material left over from making clothes. The materials used were too frugal, so it was naturally extremely difficult to make a pocket.

However, whether it is a net bag or a fly swatter, it is not a problem to fish out these debris floating on the surface of the water tank.

After fishing it out, when I looked into the water tank, it suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

The bark is turned into pulp, and all that needs to be done next is how to make the pulp into paper.

Han Cheng, who was holding something like a fly swatter, found it a bit difficult to stand here.

What is that rectangular thing that the ancient man is holding in the picture?

How come you can turn pulp into paper with that thing?

This is something Han Cheng has been thinking about recently, but he has never thought more about it.

The state in my head is not much different from the big vat of paper pulp now, it's just a ball of paste.

Many things are like this. It is not difficult for those who can understand it, but it is not difficult for those who are difficult. It is said that every other line is like a mountain.

Turning pulp into paper may seem like a trivial matter to an insider, but to a layman like Han Cheng, it is enough to make people lose their hair.

Got it!

Han Cheng, who had been melancholy for a long time, suddenly became happy and looked at the 'fly swatter' placed beside the water tank with bright eyes.

It’s not that the ‘fly swatter’ has become more beautiful, but that some paper pulp has been stuck on it at some point.

After seeing it, Han Cheng wanted to put it back into the water tank, but when he touched it, he was surprised to find that the thing felt very much like paper...

"Hahaha……"

A burst of wild laughter rang out in the Qingque tribe, and Han Dashenzi, who was holding a fly swatter, was extremely happy.

After laughing, he threw the fly swatter in his hand on the ground and ran quickly to the place where the linen was stored.

Calling the carpenter Climb and people from the tribe who are proficient in sewing, after a while of cutting and knocking, a rectangular thing one meter and a half long and eighty centimeters wide appeared.

It is surrounded by a frame made of wood, and a piece of linen is pulled in the middle. The style is a bit like the iron sieve used to sift sand when building houses in later generations.

This is what Han Cheng wants to understand through the 'fly swatter'.

Holding the newly made equipment in both hands, Han Cheng walked back to the tank where the pulp was soaked, put the sieve-like thing aside and propped it up, and then started to use a 'fly swatter' to fish out the pulp in the tank, slightly

After boiling the water, pour the paste into a simple sieve.

One piece after another.

After being confused for a while, Han Cheng stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly again.

Because the paper pulp picked up from the water tank with a "fly swatter" is relatively flat, but when it is put down on a simple sieve, it easily becomes wrinkled.

Moreover, these pieces of paper pulp the size of a fly swatter are not easy to connect together, and they will be easily disconnected.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his head.

He threw all the paper pulp on the simple sieve into the water tank again, stirred it with a stick, and then filled the water tank with the simple sieve.

Forget the 'fly swatter' step, just do it directly on the simple sieve.

As soon as I tried this, I immediately felt that the effect was good. The fibers in the water were loose and the thickness was easy to control. After getting out of the water, it was relatively smooth.

Moreover, the pulp attached to the sieve linen has become a whole, and it will no longer happen that it is not in pieces.

The only regret is that the simple sieve is too big and the water tank is too small, so you can only put one end in at a time, but you can make do with it.

Han Cheng placed a simple sieve with a layer of paper pulp on the mouth of the water tank, and a little water slowly seeped out and fell into the water tank.

The late summer sun is still very hot and quickly evaporates the moisture on the pulp.

Han Cheng, who was looking forward to the appearance of the paper, ran here several times in a short time, and came over to take a look soon.

As the water evaporates, these fibers stick together and become the more familiar paper.

The reason why I say it is relatively familiar is because this thing is really too rough.

Not to mention that one piece of paper can be thicker than twenty pieces of homework paper in later generations, and it is also bumpy and covered with many fibers that have not been crushed.

These are not the most serious. The most serious thing is that there are still a lot of small black particles in it.

This is the pounded outer layer of bark.

Han Cheng fished out the large pieces floating on top, but there was nothing he could do about the small ones that sank to the bottom.

Moreover, such a thick paper is relatively brittle. When Han Cheng picked it up from the simple sieve, he broke a corner.

But even so, Han Cheng was smiling from ear to ear while holding this piece of paper that was so rough that no one wanted it even if it was sold for scrap in future generations.

It's a bit rough, but after all, it appeared in the tribe, and it is most likely the first piece of paper in the world.

What it brings is a kind of dawn, a kind of dawn that can save people from the unspeakable pain.

The second most powerful stickman in the tribe came over again. He looked aside for a while, reached out and touched the paper. After thinking for a while, he finally started to ask questions.

The witch has a sharp eye, and he has seen everything the Son of God has done in the past few days.

Judging from many past experiences, things that can be treated seriously by the Son of God are obviously extremely important and have a great impact on the tribe.

However, when doing it this time, the Son of God did not say what he wanted to do, and the shaman did not ask.

Rather than directly asking about the results, Wu is more willing to use his own observation and wisdom to make guesses about the new things that the Son of God has come up with.

This is the characteristic of a wise man.

Wu never tired of corroborating the results of his guesses with what the Son of God said, and he always found it very interesting.

Especially when the result of his guess is the same as what the Son of God said, the witch can be happy for several days.

Before making the inquiry, Wu actually already had his answer in mind, and his answer was Bu.

A brand new one that can be used to make clothes or other fabrics.

The reason for this conjecture is that as linen is used more and more widely in the tribe, the people in the tribe have deeply realized the benefits and importance of this thing that is similar to leather but different.

Moreover, the new thing Shenzi made is indeed more like cloth in terms of size and shape, and it can be folded together like cloth.

"This is paper."

While the witch waited expectantly, the cheerful Han Cheng said the name "Zhi", which the witch had never heard of before.

Paper? Wu was a little dazed, why wasn't it cloth?

Or maybe this paper is also a kind of cloth, it just has a different name.

Just like the child of the Son of God is called Han Tong and Han Wandou.

Thinking this way, Wu nodded secretly, feeling that his idea was not wrong.

Then he asked Han Cheng what the paper was used for.

"Wipe your ass!"

Han Cheng said with excitement.
To be continued...