Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

The toilet paper made by Bai Wutong was enthusiastically sought after by everyone. The toilet paper produced that day was all divided up in a short time.

Only one set of paper machines is enough for a village to use paper for daily life.

Yang Quanzi and Xu Zhi thought that if they adjusted the formula, they could also make cheap paper popular in the homes of millions of ordinary people, so they lit torches and watched the paper machine for research day and night.

Based on the formula of toilet paper, they consulted Bai Wutong several times, and after several days of adjustment, they finally used wood flowers and sawdust to create cheap paper for everyone to write on.

The nib of the pen landed on the paper, and the ink did not smudge. At that moment, both Yang Quanzi and Xu Zhiyi's hearts were boiling.

They made it!

Finally succeeded in making cheap paper to write on!

Yang Quanzi and Xu Zhi hugged and shouted excitedly, which soon attracted everyone to watch.

Bai Wutong and Chu Tianbao also went over to watch the fun, and Yang Quanzi immediately said excitedly, "Mrs. Bai, what do you think of our paper?"

Bai Wutong looked at the paper he handed over, and there was a strong and powerful word written on it, but the ink was not completely soaked in, and it seemed a little dry.

Bai Wutong smiled, "This paper is very good."

After Yang Quanzi was pleasantly surprised, he was a little dissatisfied: "The paper is hard, it is dry to write, it takes ink, and the hand feel is not very good."

Bai Wutong shook his head, took out his specially made charcoal pen, and drew a smiley face on it, "Writing with a charcoal pen is just right. If you use a brush, it is indeed a little dry. However, adding a little water to the formula should be enough. It can be adjusted.”

The charcoal pen held by Bai Wutong was a little different, Yang Quanzi stared at it curiously, Bai Wutong handed it to him and smiled: "This is the automatic charcoal pen I made, put the carbon core in it and turn it around. As soon as you turn it here, the refill will automatically come out, and you can write in your hand without getting your hands dirty."

The principle of the automatic charcoal pen is the same as that of the current mechanical pencil, but there is no spring in this world, and the design of pressing the core was changed by her to the design of spirally turning the core.

Yang Quanzi suddenly widened his eyes and asked incredulously, "Madam, what is the cost of this automatic charcoal pen?"

Bai Wutong pointed at the burned firewood and said, "Let's see what material is used for the refill of the automatic charcoal pen. Real carbon is naturally more expensive. If the carbon core is made of burned wood strips, the cost is the same as the shell of the automatic charcoal pen. The design is not complicated, and even if the common people find someone to do it, it won’t cost much.”

Yang Quanzi asked excitedly, "Can I try Madam's charcoal pen?"

It is inconvenient to escape from the wasteland. He also uses carbon strips, but the carbon strips can only be written on hard kraft paper, and the carbon strips are easy to break. Bai Wutong made a shell for the carbon strips, which is very convenient to write. He was very moved.

Bai Wutong handed him the automatic charcoal pen. Yang Quanzi held the automatic charcoal pen for the first time and was very uncomfortable. Bai Wutong pointed to him: "Hold your thumb here, and put the rest of your fingers here."

Yang Quanzi held the pen correctly. The moment the charcoal pen fell on the paper, it was as if a new world had opened up, and his expression was stunned.

Although he is accustomed to using a brush, he cannot deny that using an automatic charcoal pen is convenient and labor-saving without grinding ink, which is very suitable for carrying when going out every day.

Yang Quanzi's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Madam, what a genius!"

This sentence, Bai Wutong has almost heard the cocoon in the past two days.

She smiled and said, "I just made an automatic charcoal pen for convenience."

What a genius this is.

A real genius, she didn't dare to show her hands at all.

However, Yang Quanzi solemnly asked Bai Wutong: "Madam, can I let the old man make a copy of the automatic charcoal pen?"

Automatic charcoal has no technical content, even a carpenter can see it.

Bai Wutong nodded cheerfully, "Yes."

Yang Quanzi immediately thanked him: "Mrs. Bai, you are the lucky star of our own village and the people of the world! The brilliance is brighter than the sun!"

Look, he is indeed a great scholar!

The flattery is so extraordinary, she can still be comparable to the sun, if she is a phoenix, she can still shine.

Bai Wutong let out a low laugh, in a good mood, "The white paper you made is also very good."

Yang Quanzi and Xu Zhiyi hadn't named the paper yet, Bai Wutong casually called Bai Zhi, they looked at each other and then at the snow-white paper, Yang Quanzi immediately stroked his beard and smiled: "White paper, white paper! Madam took the white paper! The name is simple and elegant, popular and easy to remember, a good name!" He added, "The lady likes this white paper, so we will arrange the recipe carefully with the lady!"

After listening to Yang Quanzi's words, the rest of the people showed a flattering expression on their faces, worthy of being a wife, and even taking a name.

Bai Wutong smiled helplessly in his heart, "You don't need a recipe, just give me a few picture books."

However, Yang Quanzi said: "Ms. can make it out of white paper. Madam's contribution is indisputable. It should have been dedicated to Madam."

He insisted on giving it, and Bai Wutong took it away, and she did not owe anyone the courtesy.

Yang Gongbing finally had time to visit.

In order to spend more time with Yang Quanzi, he deliberately set out from Wogan Town before dawn, took a carriage for half an hour, and climbed the mountain for two hours. Tired, he was out of breath before listening to Bao Zhaoshan's excitement. : "Sir, we are finally here!"

Yang Gongbing supported him, wiped off the sweat, and sighed dullly on his chest: "In such a remote place, it is too wrong for his old man."

Back then, when Yang Quanzi went to give a lecture in Luochuanfu, literati and writers lined the streets to welcome him, the people cheered, horses and horses roamed the streets, and wherever they went, there were stars holding the moon.

But now, he was huddled on the top of a little-known mountain, with no roads and no carriages to get in. Yang Gongbing felt that Yang Quanzi was too aggrieved.

If it weren't for the fact that several of Yang Quanzi's direct disciples were all here, Yang Quanzi would not be able to speak.

Bao Zhaoshan comforted and said, "Sir, Mr. Yang is elegant, and doesn't pay much attention to vulgar things, as long as he lives with peace of mind."

Yang Gongbing nodded, and suddenly showed a smile, "Zhaoshan is right, the teacher thinks it is good, that is, Taohuawu is everywhere~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Yang Gongbing walked for a while, I thought Yang Quanzi would Living in a small shed with air leaks from all sides, standing on the hillside, and seeing the foreign-style houses built by Bai Wutong and the others, Yang Gongbing was stunned.

He looked at Bao Zhaoshan, who was also stunned, with bewildered eyes, as if asking if you were sure we didn't find the wrong place?

Bao Zhaoshan rubbed his eyes and saw the charming village under the hillside, surrounded by a piece of farmland, surrounded by canals extending in all directions of the village, and a super large reservoir in the middle. Fishing by the pool.

This is the poor mountain ditch, it is clearly the Taohuawu Benwu!

Immediately, he was not quite sure about it: "Is it wrong?"

When he first came, there wasn't even a house here. How could it be like this in less than a month?

And it's so remote, how did they transplant a large area of ​​red plums here, and build Youjia Village so well, even the houses in the town are not so grand, Bao Zhaoshan just looks more and more confused.