After Zhang Feng finished dealing with the braised meat processing factory, he hurried to the paper mill.
Now, everything on the mountain was starting. Relatively speaking, although it was proceeding in an orderly manner, it still looked a little messy.
Zhang Feng had no choice but to deal with the important things bit by bit. But even so, there were still problems everywhere. Fortunately, the slaughtering pig farm and the construction site on the mountain were basically handled by Li Chengqian. This gave Zhang Feng a chance to breathe.
Originally, he thought that papermaking was the simplest and most labor-saving thing. But when Zhang Feng arrived at the paper mill, he couldn't help but black out and almost fainted.
He saw that on the water mill in front of the paper mill, bundles of boiled bamboo were mixed with pine needles and birch bark. Little by little, they were ground into a juice-like substance.
Originally, everything was normal. But when Zhang Feng saw that those people couldn't even pass through the sieve and just poured into the washing pool, Zhang Feng couldn't help but stop everyone.
"Who told you to do this?"
"Qian Wanli, you bastard, get out here!"
Although these things weren't worth much, once they were made, they would be worth a lot of money!
Especially after knowing the price of rice paper, these buckets of paper pulp made Zhang Feng's heart feel like a knife was gouging it.
Under Zhang Feng's angry roar, the dirty Qian Wanli hurriedly came out of the refining room.
Zhang Feng grabbed him and pointed to the washing pool. He asked, "Who told them to do this? We are making paper, not carpet! Didn't you see the formula I gave you? "
Qian Wanli was stunned.
Using a long wooden spoon, he stirred the lush green and milky colored resin. In an instant, he scooped up a large pile of bamboo dregs and leaf dregs from the bottom of the pool. He couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.
"Dean, I have clearly told them! Who knew that it was fine just now, this … "
Zhang Feng sighed and asked, "Who did this just now? Come out! "
As he spoke, more than 30 students and some craftsmen stood timidly in the courtyard. They looked at Zhang Feng's gloomy face, not knowing what to do.
Zhang Feng pointed to the washing pool and asked, "Who did this?"
"Reporting to the dean, it was this little one …"
Under Zhang Feng's anger, a short craftsman timidly stood up.
"Who told you to do this?"
The craftsman panicked and said, "This lowly one used to work at Luozhou's paper mill. This lowly one used to do this. When Young Master Qian mentioned it today, this lowly one said that this lowly one used to do this. There's nothing wrong with it …"
Zhang Feng felt a little dizzy.
"From today onwards, it doesn't matter whether you did it before or not. Do you understand? If anyone feels that there's a problem, you can leave immediately! "
During the construction of the paper mill, Zhang Feng specially asked Li Gan and Du Dabing to find some people who knew the process of making paper among the people who came up the mountain to help build the paper mill.
At that time, he really didn't expect that there would be such a solution.
But today, on the mountain, after hearing Yu Shinan's words and combining it with what had just happened, Zhang Feng suddenly realized a problem.
If they wanted paper, they had to produce paper in three days. Those from the past couldn't be left alive!
When Zhang Feng thought of this, he waved his hand to get everyone to continue working. Instead, he called Qian Wanli to the side of the paper mill. He pointed at the paper mill and said, "Wait, I will personally train these people. You have to remember every step of making paper. If you learn quickly, you will probably have finished paper by tomorrow. But for those with fixed thinking, none of them can be left alive!"
Qian Wanli was a little confused when he heard this.
"Dean, how long did you say it would take to produce paper?"
"Tomorrow at the latest, the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
"Sss —!"
When Qian Wanli heard this, he sucked in a breath of cold air. However, before he could speak, Zhang Feng interrupted him.
"Don't be so surprised. If I tell you that once you learn all of this, you will be scared to death if you can produce three hundred catties of paper by tomorrow."
"This is the normal operation of the Academy. Slowly get used to it. But there is one thing you have to remember. You don't have to work, but you have to keep your eyes fixed on it! You can't be careless, understand? "
"Three days … three hundred catties …"
Qian Wanli was a little dizzy, but more than that, he was excited.
It wasn't that he didn't know the price of paper. If they could really produce three hundred catties of paper in three days, how much money would that be?
That family was the one who opened the bank. After thinking about it for a moment, they were shocked by the astronomical number. No wonder the dean was angry!
Damn it, who wouldn't be angry when it happened to them?
It was a thousand strings of coins for a catty of paper!
How much was three hundred catties of paper?
At this time, he understood why the dean passed on the paper making technique to him so solemnly yesterday. If the paper making technique in the past was like picking up money.
Then the paper making technique now and the money were like the leaves on the ground!
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