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"Making a fool!"

"Is this something you can make if you want to make it?"

"This papermaking technique is either mastered in The Ministry of Works is in the hands of the people who make paper, do you think anyone can make paper?"

"If this is the case, it is also impossible as you said in the poem just now. It’s normal."

"Cháng'ān paper is expensive, the word spreads, a thousand dollars compete for money, cut off the meat and return it, the gentleman laughs at himself, how cheap!"

"You yourself You all know what it means. If it can be made, Cháng'ān paper will be expensive!"

Yu Shinan feels that Zhang Feng is talking big.

Although Zhang Feng is already shocking the world in the art of merchants, how can this papermaking art be so easy to master?

Zhang Feng has no objection.

He knew how shocking the world would be if it were said.

When Yu Shinan disappeared, Zhang Feng said seriously: "Mr. Boshi, youngster didn’t speak big words just now. The word paper is expensive. Soon, it will be a thing of the past!"

"I know, you still think youngster is always talking. I don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, but youngster knows his own weight. Although rice paper is good, it has drawbacks. That is to smear on paper. A layer of wax is okay, but it is not easy for the ink to penetrate when writing, and the penetrating power is not good. A book must be copied for three or five years. How expensive is this? "

"But youngster's paper is different."

"Paper is only half the thickness of rice paper, soft and soft, and the texture is very white. Like the snow, the most important thing is still the price. Youngster calculates the bill. According to the material of three hundred kilograms of paper, 300 kilograms of paper, even if you add the guy’s wages and the price of the raw materials, it’s less than one hundred. Wenqian!"

"What?"

"This...how is it possible!"

Yu Shinan was finally unable to maintain his personable posture.

Why is paper so expensive?

The trouble lies in the manufacture. It lies in the trouble. Even in Cháng'ān's largest paper mill, Qingxinfang, there are three hundred people working day and night. Even so, only one hundred can be made in one month. A catty of rice paper!

It was not intentional by the merchants. It was originally an industry belonging to the Ministry of Works. It was mainly in the refining of materials, boiled pulp, etc., which was too troublesome.

For the money spent in this, Yu Shinan has been to the Ministry of Works, and also personally went to Qingxinfang to spend a month in the weather. After such a detailed calculation, it is based on the guy’s wages. In addition to the cost of raw materials, etc., one half of a hundred catties of rice paper is the capital!

But even so, the created paper is still unusable. The top layer of hairy things must be drenched with wax juice to make the paper smooth.

But what did Zhang Feng say?

Three hundred catties of paper, which is better than rice paper, actually only needs one hundred yuan?

How is this possible?

Even at this time, Sun Simiao didn't believe it.

"Feng'zi, you said your paper is thinner than rice paper?"

While speaking, Sun Simiao took out an important book from the sachet on his belt , Picked up a piece of paper and asked: "Look at this is rice paper, are you sure it is thinner than him?"

"It's thinner than him!"

Zhang Feng while speaking, look around, pick up a leaf of a jujube tree from the ground and say: "Your second elder first look at this leaf, is it thinner than rice paper?"

At a glance, it was nodded.

"If the youngster said, my paper is as thick as the leaves of the jujube tree, do you believe or not?"

"Don't believe it!"

"Impossible!"

The two said almost in unison.

"This papermaking technique, the old man has lived for seventy years, it is really unheard-of thaumatism!"

"You don’t know, it doesn’t mean this Nothing! For example, the youngster that your second elder drank just now, before your second elder drank it, can you think of it, in this world there can be such a good wine?"

"……"

"This..."

The two were stunned.

It really is.

When they met Zhang Feng, or before they heard of Zhang Feng’s so-called white wine, how could they believe that there would be a wine as clear as water? And it's still so mellow?

But now?

Aren't all this in the hands of Zhang Feng, did it show one after another?

The two looked at each other in amazement. At the same time, they thought of something that they couldn’t even think of. Combined with the various things Zhang Feng had done, could this youngster really do it? Isn't it possible to produce this kind of paper?

But I can’t figure it out.

They really can’t figure it out. After all, the two have lived for most of their lives, not to mention learning to be rich, at least they can find rare and isolated ancient books, as well as folk rumors, they have seen large and small No more water than Zhang Feng drank, but at this time, after they searched for a long time, they really didn't find a record of this kind of paper.

Can't help, both of them were shocked.

"You youngster, can you really make this kind of paper?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Feng answered firmly.

"And soon, probably within half a month, youngster alone will give you fifty catties of paper that is better than rice paper, how about it?"

"..."