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Li Shimin hurried away.

With doubts.

He doesn't understand why Zhang Feng makes firecrackers and why it needs smelting, but he can guess one thing. This time, he will definitely use the kind of material that smelts nothing that cannot be broken spears.

But why do you need iron?

And still scrap iron?

As soon as Li Shimin left, Zhang Feng suddenly thought about it.

For this kind of smelting technique, and it is still the method of smelting steel, Zhang Feng's mind instantly showed many kinds of one after another, but many things were all rejected by him.

Although these methods are numerous, many materials cannot be realized in this era.

However, Zhang Feng finally thought of a model of indigenous steelmaking.

It seems that he can really get it out in this era, and Zhang Feng can't help but hurriedly write down the process for him according to some things he remembered in his heart.

"Lord Dean! Lord Dean! Something happened! A major event!"

However, after a while, Gao Kan's voice rang out quickly outside the door. , Zhang Feng's pen flicked in an instant, and the brush pierced the paper in an instant.

Zhang Feng hearing this, could not help but complexion changed, opened the door angrily and asked: "What's the matter?"

"The paper mill...the paper mill came out, came out For nothing, just like snow!"

Gao Kan seemed very excited.

Excited enough to speak at this moment, his face rose to purple.

Zhang Feng hearing this froze for a moment, and was ecstatic.

"Walk around, go to the paper mill now!"

Zhang Feng ignored everything and hurriedly passed Gao Kan and ran away.

Zhang Feng's run made Wei Shuyu who was patrolling and Li Chengqian Du Gou who were setting up accounts could not help but stare at Zhang Feng.

Just when His Imperial Majesty went in and came out, they all watched, did not dare to ask, and wondered when to ask Feng'zi and what the two said.

But didn't expect this big black one was not good, and Feng'zi went down the mountain in a hurry.

This shocked the three of them. Putting down their work, they ran down the mountain in a hurry, and the old village chief who was watching Zhang Feng’s door in the room saw it and stomped angrily. "It's something bad, Feng'zi let the bad guys fool you again. Come on, let me follow you if you have neat legs and legs!"

"Then who, Zhu'zi, his father, you back Look at me, I will also go and see, I remember to copy guys!"

"Oh!"

Everyone is hearing this, and they don’t dare to delay it, and hurriedly left it in The fragrant stewed meat in the pot ran away with the porridge. Only a group of women and children were left muttering, pointing at the back of the crowd.

"Aiya, look at Feng'zi, this silly youngster. If I were a man, I would have to put his brain on my lap. He is a good person, but this is also true. What's the matter? I should have been selling it to help the people!"

"Isn't it? This silly youngster, 20,000 shi of grain, just gave it away for nothing, but gave it back. People give money? What's the reason?"

"It stands to reason that these white-eyed wolves are the same. This is, how long have they eaten, and they still don’t leave. They are begging for nothing."

"..."

Zhang Feng didn't know about these things. If he knew, hehe just smiled.

Women's vision, where did they see Zhang Feng's plan?

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Feng rode a mule all the way down Mt. Kui and rushed to the paper mill in the col.

At this time, before entering the paper mill, you can see a piece of white flowers covering the entire flat ground in front of the paper mill.

At the edge of the bamboo garden, I don’t know who built a densely packed stand, and sheets of paper swaying in the wind, just like this, swaying in the wind, highlighting his uniqueness Profound Truth.

At this time, everyone in the workshop stopped working.

Everyone is like a baby, caring for sheets of white paper, even if a Chong'zi is attracted by this strange white, it will be chased to death by these guys. .

This is more intimate than treating his own son.

Qian Wanli is like a rich man, sitting at the gate of the yard, holding a broom in his hand, like a general. If no one passes by, he will sweep the person’s hair. The fleas in it were all drenched before people could come in and touch the paper.

Who can make paper, who doesn’t know how precious paper is?

Not to mention this, something more precious than rice paper?

Qian Wanli is more precious than life.

And just now.

A babble of mules screamed, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

No one can ride a mule except their Lord Dean.

On this mountain, there is an unwritten rule that the dean can’t ride a horse, so the craftsman made him a large frame to stand on a docile mule, just like Zhang Feng’s Imperial Tutor chair. It looks the same, but no one except him is allowed to play a mule. Why?

Because it is easy to recognize!

I saw Zhang Feng coming.

As if waiting for review, everyone hurriedly stood at the entrance of the paper-making memorial archway gate, staring at Zhang Feng with red tú tú eyes.

Jumping off the mule, Zhang Feng ignored the greetings with Qian Wanli, so he hurriedly went to see his baby.

But he was blocked by Qian Wanli.

"Wait, clean up your body before going in."

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