Everyone heard this.
Their expressions changed greatly.
Paper mill!
They knew about it.
This thing, not to mention rice paper, even a piece of ordinary yellow paper or straw paper was frighteningly expensive.
Not to mention the Xuan paper.
And this was something that the academy needed. Moreover, this thing was expensive because of its rarity!
Every state capital had one or more paper mills. However, each mill could only produce one hundred catties of rice paper every month. With the remaining materials, they could only produce five hundred catties of yellow paper. With the remaining waste, they could only produce the cheap yellow paper. Even so, the output of yellow paper was only about one hundred catties.
One could imagine how precious this thing was.
But such a paper mill was not something that everyone could run. After all, whoever mastered the paper-making technique was equivalent to controlling a mountain of gold.
This was something that everyone locked in a box for fear of being coveted by thieves!
But now?
The Dean was going to give him full authority?
Give it to Qian Wanli, a young boy?
Qian Wanli was also dumbfounded.
As the young master of Qiantong Money House, how could he not know the value of paper?
Now the Dean was going to pass it to him?
Wasn't this equivalent to handing over a mountain of gold to him?
What's more, this was something that could make money faster than a bank!
Not only that, was the Dean going to accept him as a disciple?
What did the Dean mean?
But he did not have time to think too much. After Zhang Feng finished speaking, Qian Wanli bowed excitedly and said, "Student pays his respects to teacher!"
Compared to Qian Wanli's excitement, the rest of the people were bored.
But they did not dare to say anything. After all, he was the Dean. What did they dare to say?
After all, they were also in the paper mill. Once the paper mill was opened, they would benefit from each other. Why not?
But did the Dean really know how to make paper?
All of them remained skeptical.
Zhang Feng did not care so much. According to the process of the simple paper-making technique that he still vaguely remembered, he carefully checked the workshop. Then, he called Qian Wanli to the side and said, "Boy, from today onwards, you are the first disciple of me, Zhang Feng. You should feel honored."
Upon hearing this, Qian Wanli wanted to kneel down, but he also knew the rules of the mountain, so he anxiously scratched his ears and cheeks. Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "Forget about the ceremony for the time being. You just have to remember that the paper-making technique I taught you cannot be taught to anyone without the permission of the Academy. Three years later, when I start printing publications on the mountain, I will arrange for you to work in the Ministry of Works and then teach in the Academy. Are you willing?"
The Ministry of Works?
Teaching in the Academy?
Buzz —!
Qian Wanli almost fainted from this sudden happiness.
He hurriedly bowed.
"I will remember your teachings!"
Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "That's enough. There's no need for such formalities. I'll give you a mission. Within three years, if the White Dew Papermaking Mill opens less than three hundred branches in the Great Tang, you can pack up your stuff and get lost!"
"…"
Qian Wanli was a little dizzy.
But at this moment, Zhang Feng fumbled for a moment in his sleeve and took out a thick stack of modern papermaking techniques for him. Then, he pointed to Gao Kan and the others and said, "Unload the things from the car and wash them. Then, put these things in the oven and bake them until they break with a pinch …"
"Fengzi!"
"Fengzi!"
"Fengzi …"
Just as Zhang Feng was explaining to Qian Wanli how to bleach raw materials, Li Chengqian's voice came from afar. Moreover, the sound of a white cloak that could be seen from afar was rustling on the tree branches.
After Zhang Feng hurriedly explained to Qian Wanli, he slowly appeared in the spacious courtyard and looked at Li Chengqian who was hurrying over.
Although Li Chengqian was riding a horse, it was unknown whether he was excited or tired. He said breathlessly, "They're coming, they're coming, the army of three hundred thousand is coming!"
？？？
As his voice faded away.
More than seventy people in the papermaking mill were all stunned.
If one listened carefully, one could only hear the roars of pigs and the sound of pigs being driven away.
Zhang Feng was also stunned. But after thinking about it, his face darkened and he said, "Speak properly!"
"Oh, oh, oh, it's three hundred thousand. An army of three hundred thousand pigs. I've driven them all here for you!"
"…"
Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.
He rubbed his ears and asked, "What did you say?"
"How many?"
"Three hundred thousand!"
"Damn you, when did Lao Tzu ask you to drive the pigs up the mountain?"
Li Chengqian was also dumbfounded.
He scratched his head and said, "A few days ago, didn't you ask me to drive all the pigs up the mountain?"
Zhang Feng was dizzy.
He sighed and said, "You're a pig! So many pigs. Are you trying to turn White Deer College into a pig farm? "
"It's over! It's f * cking over. Look at what you've been doing day after day! "
Zhang Feng was dizzy.
As he spoke, he hurried up the mountain.
Earlier, Zhang Feng was still lamenting that he had finally found a reliable person to settle the papermaking workshop's matters. However, there was one thing that saved him the trouble. Before he could even get a moment of peace, that damned Li Gan had already caused a huge mess for him!
As he walked, Zhang Feng roared, "Scram! Drive the pigs down the mountain! "
"…"
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