He was tough and still valued it in his heart. Changsun Hong specifically instructed Gouzi to be careful when he went to the dock these two days and not to meet the boy from the Mo family. After all, Gouzi beat him up, and that guy must remember his appearance. Although he didn't know the name, it would be a problem if he recognized it.

As for himself, Changsun Hong was not worried at all. The three brothers of the Li family were also involved that day, and they also took action. They were in charge of everything. Things got worse. I believe that Li Xian, who was engaged in private salt transactions, had the ability to handle the Mo family, which opened a pawn shop.

After the fight that day, Li Wen and the other two asked Changsun Hong, who was not in the way of dealing with him just now, and Changsun Hong was not willing to tell the truth. He lied that he saw that the three brothers Qi Yu were not uncommon, and the street gangsters who came to find fault with envy and jealousy. The fight was unclear, and it looked like a street gangster who was provoking trouble. Li Wen and the other two were very angry. There were only three people in Lijia Village to cause trouble. When had they been bullied by others? They were jumping and shouting to take revenge.

How could they know that one of the people who fought with them sat with them in the same academy and studied every day, but was just a wall of the courtyard.

Lianxi Academy has strict rules and prohibits fighting among students from causing trouble. Violators are fired. Without the recommendation of the academy, the spring and autumn tests are all problems. Even rich children like Mo Changbin dare not do anything randomly. Therefore, even though he heard that Changsun Hong was admitted to school with a high profile, he dared not openly cause trouble for him.

It is normal to find some social scum to vent your anger for your family.

After staying in the house for a while, Changsun Hong took advantage of the time after dinner to go to the inner courtyard, found the three brothers of the Li family, and told them that the gangsters who were beaten by them that day were looking for revenge for them.

"What? Damn it? You dare to come to us?" Li Wu cursed. His waist was still hurting now. He was the first to jump up: "Come on, see if I can't beat him to death!"

"That guy, don't look a few years older than us, and when it hits, I can kill him alone!" Li Chongjin shouted arrogantly, his fat face full of anger. Last time he fought with a group, he suppressed the other party by sitting on Mo Changbin alone. His fat body was as heavy as a piece of stone. How could a scholar who is lazy and hates labor break free?

Changsun Hong reminded: "But this time he found idle men on the street, all of whom were adults, so he should not be underestimated. I heard that there is still Xuan Hong. If we beat us alone, we will be rewarded with a hundred quotas."

"Not afraid, let's go out and call Zhang Huyuan. Zhang Huyuan was a stuntman before. I haven't seen anything about traveling around the world. With him, no one dares to touch us." Li Wen is the eldest brother and he should speak calmly, but he was also angry when he heard about Xuan Hongjin: "One hundred citations? Is there no money to bully us? We will go find someone tomorrow and knock those two kids down and we will pay two hundred citations!"

Hearing this, Changsun Hong smiled. He understood that the "protecting the gods" he said to Gouzi just now had already been done. With these three brothers, it would be difficult for the young master of the Mo family to find fault with him. A personal grudge between him and the Mo family boy had easily evolved into a grudge between the two gangs. Changsun Hong, as the root of the disaster, was not so eye-catching.

He became more and more relaxed, humming a small song and went back to sleep.

This sleeps very soundly.

During this period of time, Changsun Hong lived a regular daily activity. Generally speaking, after breakfast, he followed the Li brothers to Lianxi Academy. In the morning, he listened to the Master, and practiced martial arts and arrows in the afternoon. Professor Er uncle taught the fighting boxing - he heard that this is actually a variant of Taizu Changquan. It should be a strengthening version of speed and strength based on Taizu Changquan. However, Changsun Hong felt that Taizu Changquan was understood from fighting boxing. It is not necessary to practice diligently. It is impossible to run around the city like Lijia Village. Practicing boxing can not only strengthen the body, but also develop martial arts. Of course, you have to practice more.

In the afternoon, he spent a long time in school, so he would walk around the city alone. Sometimes he would run out of the city, holding copper coins and silver in his arms, buy big and small bags of things, and sometimes he would hire a chicken bus and push a full car of things back, and put it in Furuixiang's workshop.

Ran Pu went with him several times and went out of the city once. He found that he bought some strange things everywhere. Ran Pu recognized some, such as Hanshui Stone, but most of them were all stones. Ran Pu was very strange. These things also cost money?

"Of course, these are all ore. They are dug out by mining coal and salt. They are precious." Changsun Hong answered him, but he did not explain what he was used for, which made Ran Pu even more confused.

With a strong guard, the gangsters in the city came to the gate of the academy several times but did not dare to take action. They looked from a distance and pointed at them, probably because they recognized people but did not dare to come over, which made the Li brothers who were ready to beat them very disappointed.

After seven or eight days like this, finally one day, Changsun Hong officially proposed to Ran Daqi that he could start.

The worldly-minded shopkeeper Ran was indifferent. Of course, he would not have hope for a young man's delusion. In fact, he regretted his promise that day and tried to deny it many times, but he had bought a lot of materials and transported many green bamboos. Now he refused, he was really a scoundrel.

"Brother Changsun, it's a good idea to buy bamboo, but why do you buy wood? Do you have to make paper with wood?" He said with a sarcastic word: "From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of using wood to make paper. This thing cannot be pulp. Don't you know?"

"Others can't do it, I can." Changsun Hong was not anxious at all and responded with a smile: "The price of wood is very low, so it depends on it to reduce costs."

"The wood is cheap, but the problem is that it cannot make pulp. For thousands of years, bamboo bark has been used to pulp. Could it be that you are better than the ancestor?" Ran Daqi snorted: "And in winter, the bamboo is old bamboo. The pulp made is not white in color, is not flexible, and cannot be sold at a good price. It is far worse than the top scholar's note."

"You can just take a look, you'll know in two months." Changsun Hong didn't want to talk nonsense. Before the trial production was successful, everything he said was pale.

Ran Daqi shook his head and stood and looked for a while. When he saw Changsun Hong throwing a pile of strange stones into the slurry pool, he shook even more fiercely. He muttered, "It's incredible, pretending to be a ghost" and other words, and turned around and left.

The workers in the workshop were good people. After they got Changsun Hong a few cents, they shook their arms to help him make firewood, stir and remove materials, and they were very busy.

Changsun Hong's command from time to time, he took action on his own. The various stones were thrown away by him in a certain proportion. The bubbles in the slurry pool were churning, and it was like smoking. The workers were a little curious, not knowing which one the boy made and why the usual slurry would be like this.

"This is a chemical pulping method, and the pulp is fast and good." Changsun Hong's answer was very simple. He specifically reminded him not to fall into the pulp pool, as it would be dead.

The workers nodded, thinking that the boy was not a paper craftsman, but a mage, a Taoist priest, and a strange guy from gods.

It took about several days to cook the pulp. During this period, Chang Sun Hong spent all his time here except to go back to Li's house to sleep, and also skipped classes in the academy. Ran Pu became increasingly dissatisfied. There was no such thing as a scholar.

"Brother Changsun, although the way of craftsmanship is beneficial to the country and the people, as students, we should still focus on our studies and never put the cart before the horse and miss the right path."

Ran Pu's words were exchanged for a purposeful response: "Don't worry, I can make up those courses in two days, but I can't delay it here. Once the trial production is successful, haha! Every day, it's a big deal! Any place where the cargo ship can go in the Yangtze River Basin will use Furuixiang's paper. It's so happy to think about it! Hahaha, occupying the market, others will dodge it!"

He was heartbroken, four big words flashed through Ran Pu's heart. He seemed to see that a talented man with great hope was so addicted to the way of money and could not extricate himself. What a pity.

"Brother Changsun, Master Zhou is still asking me today, why haven't you seen you go to the academy for two days? Are you sick? I will help you to make up for your lie and say yes, but if you don't go tomorrow, he will come to find you." Ran Pu sighed helplessly.

"I'm not available, you see, I'm very busy... Who do you think is coming to find me?" Changsun Hong turned his head from the furnace of the slurry pool, and asked in surprise, his face covered with black and gray.

"Master Zhou, the new Master Zhou." Ran Pu said: "Master Zhou, who came to Tianpai as a coach the day before yesterday."
Chapter completed!