"Boom boom boom..."

There was a thumping sound in the Qingque tribe, and Han Cheng carried the big tree stick against the stone mortar that had not been used for a long time after the water burrow was built.

In the stone mortar, there is no millet but a retorted bark cut into sections.

Pulp is necessary for papermaking. This is another piece of information he learned about papermaking from his vague memory after thinking hard.

Since it's pulp, it's a big deal. Think about the one or two unrotten straw fibers that sometimes appear in the workbooks of later generations. You can roughly understand what you need to make.

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

Or after the Qingque tribe's papermaking technology is more mature, it can be considered to improve the stone mill to create a stone mill that is specially used for grinding paper pulp.

Compared with grain, bark is not easy to pound.

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

Because I’m not familiar with it, things didn’t go smoothly. After I smashed it in, I scratched my head to think about it. Think about the big pond on the quaint illustration, and compare and associate it with the tofu grinding before, Han Cheng Finally, put the pounded bark into an idle large tank and soak it with water.

Then, learning from the person in the illustration, pretending to mess around for a while.

These mashed bark scattered into the water, but a lot of things floated on the water.

This is old bark.

It is the harder outer layer of the bark.

When pounding the bark, Han Cheng pounded all the bark together. Compared to the inner bark, the outer bark is much harder to pound.

So far, there are still many lumps that have not been smashed.

Recalling the awkward scene when writing and writing where there are unmashed fibers, Han Cheng consciously found a piece of burlap, tied it to a tree branch that was nested in a circle, and made one. Simple net bag.

Said it is a net bag, in fact it does not look much different from a fly swatter that is not too flat.

One is that Han Cheng's skills are limited, and the other is that the Azabu tribe is not very rich.

The piece that Han Cheng was looking for was leftovers when making clothes. The materials used were too frugal, and 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 the scum floating on the surface of the tank.

After fishing, when I look in the water tank, it is immediately pleasing to the eye.

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

It's a bit difficult to stand here with Han Cheng, who is holding a fly swatter.

What is the rectangular thing in the hand of the ancient man in the picture?

How can the pulp become paper with that thing?

This is something that Han Cheng has been thinking about recently, but he has never wanted to understand.

The state in his head is not much different from the big pulp tank now, it's just a dumpling of paste.

Many things are like this, it is not difficult for those who meet, and not for those who are difficult. The so-called interlace is like a mountain.

Turning pulp into paper, something that does not seem worth mentioning in the eyes of an insider, in the eyes of an outsider like Han Cheng, is enough to make people lose hair.

Yes!

Han Cheng, who had been melancholy for a long time, suddenly became excited, his eyes piercingly at the'fly swatter' placed on the side of the water tank.

It's not how beautiful the ‘fly swatter’ has become, but it’s because I don’t know when some pulp is stuck on it.

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

"Hahaha..."

There was a burst of wild laughter in the Qingque tribe, and the **** son Han Da who was carrying the fly swatter was extremely happy.

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

Called the carpenter to be lame, as well as those skilled in sewing in the tribe. After a period of cutting, beating and beating, a rectangle measuring 1.5 meters long and 80 centimeters wide appeared.

There is a frame made of wood on all sides, and a piece of linen is pulled in the middle. The style is a bit like an iron sieve used to sift sand when building houses in later generations.

This is what Han Cheng wanted to understand through his'fly swatter'.

Holding the newly-made equipment in both hands, Han Cheng walked to the side of the pulp-soaked tank again, put aside the same thing as a sieve, and supported it with something, and then started to fish the pulp in the tank with a'fly swatter'. After the water, paste on a simple sieve.

Piece after piece.

After a while, Han Cheng stopped the movements in his hands and frowned slightly again.

Because the pulp picked up from the water tank with the ‘fly swatter’ is relatively flat, but when it is dropped and placed on a simple sieve, it will easily become crumpled.

And this piece of pulp the size of a fly swatter is not easy to connect to one piece, and it will easily be disconnected.

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng's brain suddenly flashed.

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

Stop the ‘fly swatter’ program, just go to the simple sieve.

After trying this, I immediately felt that the effect was good. The fibers in the water were loosened and the thickness was easy to control. After the water surface was made, it was relatively smooth.

Moreover, the pulp attached to the sieve linen has become a whole, and things that don't even clump will never happen again.

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

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

The sun in late summer is still very hot, quickly evaporating the moisture from the pulp.

Han Cheng, who was looking forward to the appearance of the paper, ran here several times in a short period of time, and came to see it once in a while.

As the water evaporates, these fibers are stuck together and become familiar paper.

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

A piece of paper can be thicker than twenty worksheets of later generations, and it is still pitted with many fibers that have not been mashed.

These are not the most serious, but the most serious is that there are many small black particles inside.

This is the mashed outer layer of the bark.

The big pieces floating above were taken out by Han Cheng, but there was no way to get the smaller ones that sank to the bottom.

Moreover, such a thick paper is relatively brittle. When Han Cheng lifted it from the simple sieve, he broke a corner without making it.

But even so, Han Cheng laughed from ear to ear with this heinously rough paper that no one wanted to sell scraps in later generations.

Rough is a bit rough, but after all, it appears in the tribe and 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 rescue people from that unspeakable pain.

The second largest divine stick in the tribe came again, looked aside for a while, reached out and touched the paper, after thinking for a while, finally began to ask.

Wu Wu's eyes are sharp, and he has seen all the behavior of the gods these days.

Judging from the experience of many times in the past, the things that can be treated by the gods with such solemnity are obviously extremely important and have a great effect on the tribe.

But when he did it this time, the **** son didn't say what he was going to do, so the witch didn't ask.

Rather than directly inquiring about the results, Wu is more willing to use his own observation and wisdom to make guesses about what the **** son has newly created.

This is a characteristic of the wise.

The result of my conjecture is mutually confirmed with what the son of God said. Such things have never been exhausted, and I always find it very interesting.

Especially when the result he guessed was the same as the **** son said, Wu Neng was happy for several days.

Before asking, Wu had his own answer in his mind, and his answer was Bu.

A new kind of cloth that can be used to make clothes or other cloth.

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

In addition, the newly created thing by the **** child, in terms of size and shape, is indeed more like cloth, and it can be folded together like cloth.

"This is paper."

While Wu was waiting full of expectation, the cheerful Han Cheng said the name "Paper" that Wu had never heard of before.

paper? Wu was a little dazed, why not cloth?

It is still said that this paper is also a kind of cloth, but the name is different.

Just like the child of the son of God, named Han Tong and Han Wandou.

Thinking of this, Wu secretly nodded, feeling that there should be nothing wrong with his thoughts.

Then he asked Han Cheng what the paper was for.

"Wiping your ass!"

Han Cheng said excitedly.

This function of paper was thought of day and night since he entered primitive society, and it has long since become his obsession.

At this time, I heard Wu's question, and said it without thinking.

Han Cheng, who was in a state of excitement, did not realize that what he said had caused much impact on the look of expectation.

Wu stood there with a dull face, as if someone had cast a hold technique, and he didn't even know that the rabbit in his arms jumped to the ground.

After so much effort and time, a lot of materials were used during this period, and I often made myself frown.

After it was caused, I laughed with it, and grinned to the root of my ears. It was happier than eating magpie poop.

Under such circumstances, you actually said that you made this kind of thing just to wipe your ass?

This... Isn't this turning around too fast?

Wu inexplicably remembered the scene of the wheelbarrow being thrown out when the wheelbarrow in the tribe broke down.

The witch, who had been quiet for a long time, finally slowed down a bit, and was making the final struggle with disbelief.

He hoped that he had heard it wrong just now, so he asked about the purpose of the paper again.

His hope was immediately shattered, extremely simply, because the **** son Han Da, who was like a second idiot who was excited with the paper, told the witch with a sharp answer, he heard everything well. This is called paper. Come to wipe your ass.

Wu was completely messed up. After gradually learning a lot of new things with the son of God over the years, he felt that he was already very knowledgeable. Under the influence of the son of God, his whole person was also much wiser.

But now, he felt that his wisdom was not enough, and he could not keep up with the thinking of the son of God.

How can things made in such troubles be used to wipe butt?

Does it take so much effort to wipe a butt?

Are stones and sticks not working well?

Obviously it's just a matter of pulling up a handful of grass, but I have to make so many tricks...

And this new thing you made is thick and hard to the touch, and there are many small black bumps on it. It is really not comfortable to use...

The stunned witch said that he could not understand the current behavior of the **** child at all.

Han Cheng, who was immersed in the joy of getting the paper, couldn't help himself, and finally found something wrong with the witch's expression.

He was also a little stunned. At this time, when he made paper, wasn't it the first thing he used?

I froze for a while, reflected it, and habitually looked at the problem with the eyes of future generations.

Recalling what I did, from the perspective of people in this era, it is indeed a bit difficult to understand.

"That... in addition to wiping your butt, it can also be used to write."

Han Cheng abruptly pulled the off track back.

Can you write?

Hearing this, he was dull and sluggish, and became a little more active again.

He came up, touched the paper with his hand, and looked at it carefully for a while. He felt that this thing was not very useful for writing.

He thought for a while, found the commonly used stone pen, tried to engrave on it, and after a while he started to shake his head straight.

Write on it, and it's not obvious to write that it's awkward, and there are not many traces left.

Moreover, he couldn't use force, and when he used a little bit of strength, the paper broke immediately.

Can this thing be used for writing?

This is not even comparable to a slate, let alone a fired ceramic plate...

Wu grasped his head with a lot of hair missing and was extremely confused.

The divine son who has never missed so much ~lightnovelpub.net~ This time, after spending such a lot of effort, how did he get such a useless thing?

Writing is not as good as slate and pottery, and it is not as easy to use as stones and grass to wipe your buttocks. Why...

Seeing the witch squatting on the ground scratching the only piece of paper with a stone pen and shaking his head, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff.

This is the first piece of paper. Well, there will be great improvements after improvements.

And the pen you are using is wrong, the stone pen used for engraving on the pottery plate, no matter how good the paper can hold it!

Han Cheng was also full of grievances.

I just wanted to make the paper. After it was easy to use, I immediately set out to look for the tin mine and get the bronze out. How come it seems to be out of the question now!

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