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Chapter 186 Live broadcast of handmade papermaking 2

Looking at the pulp in front of them, no one took any action. Bai Xi was a little surprised and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

“Paper medicine.”

"It takes more than pulp to make paper, you also need paper chemicals."

There are many kinds of paper medicine, such as the juice of pepper leaves, carambola vines, and kiwi vines.

Outside the house, a worker crushed a handful of kiwi branches, immersed them in water, then stepped on them, soaked them, and finally took out the branches and leaves. What was left was water with plant gum.

The workers filtered the water with cloth and put it into small buckets, which was paper medicine.

The function of paper medicine is to make the paper pulp evenly suspended in the water so that it will not sink to the bottom.

And the pulp fibers are evenly distributed so that the paper scooped out will be of uniform thickness.

Moreover, paper medicine can also prevent the papers that are fished out from sticking together.

Brother Cao squatted beside Bai Xi and introduced the function of paper medicine to her. In short, paper medicine is absolutely indispensable.

Now that the paper medicine is ready, the papermaking work can finally begin.

I saw workers carrying small iron buckets and filling the large pool with pulp. The thick bark pulp and straw pulp were poured into the paper-making pool in proportion, and then a spoonful of paper medicine was added and stirred into a translucent suspended pulp.

Paper copying began.

The papermaking frame consists of two parts: the frame and the bamboo curtain.

I saw two workers holding the paper-making frame, putting one end into the water and then lifting it up, letting the water flow over the entire paper-making curtain, waiting for the water to seep away, then putting the other end into water and letting the water flow through again.

Although he speaks slowly, the master is actually very fast.

Just like that, a thin layer of white covered the bamboo curtain for making paper.

This is a piece of paper.

The worker picked up the bamboo curtain, fastened it to the stone table next to him, gently lifted the curtain, and a piece of paper came out.

This is the penultimate step of papermaking as recorded in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature". There is nothing else but technique.

Bai Xi had a question, "How many years of practice does it take to make sure each piece of paper is of the same thickness?"

Facing this question, Brother Cao gave a wry smile and said, "How old do you think I am this year?"

Bai Xi looked at him carefully and guessed, "Twenty-five or twenty-six?"

"I'm 27 years old now. I've been working with my father since I was 16, but now he won't let me copy paper."

what?

"Do you want to try it?"

"Is it okay? Will it disturb your work?"

"It's okay. This is our own home. There's a small pond outside. Let's try making some paper pulp."

Having said that, he went there in a hurry.

Bai Xi was indeed very curious, and even though he felt it was inappropriate, he did not refuse.

After a while, Brother Cao came with two small metal buckets, and the middle-aged man was chasing after him, "Stop right there, you bastard! You're ruining things again!"

Bai Xi looked over and saw a middle-aged man chasing Brother Cao, who was running very fast with an iron bucket half filled with paper pulp.

"Dad, dad, I'm not wasting, I'm entertaining guests."

"What guests? There are no guests! Stop right there or I'll break your legs."

As he ran, he was trying to find a handy weapon, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a very pretty girl standing next to a big tree in the yard.

He stopped for a moment and scratched his head. "Wow, there really is a guest!"

He stopped, and Brother Cao in front of him stopped running. He said arrogantly, "I told you, there are guests!"

Then he looked at Bai Xi, turned his back, and took out a stack of money from his waist bag, "Dad, dad, stop making trouble. The bank entrusted me to be a tour guide and they paid me. I'll give you half and buy you a bucket of materials. Stop shouting!"

Uncle Cao shook off the water on his hands, took the money and asked, "How much is this?"

"I can't count now, can I? It will definitely not be less than five thousand."

"They gave me 10,000?"

"Yeah." I won't tell you that the other party gave me 20,000.

"Then why don't you just use the pool outside to fool people?!" He slapped Brother Cao on the back of the head, making Brother Cao dumbfounded.

Uncle Cao waved his hands and walked over. "Little girl, do you like making paper?"

Bai Xi had seen the two people fighting and knew that they were father and son. "Yes, I've been learning to paint recently, so I wanted to see how paper is produced."

To put it simply, the art of calligraphy and painting is an art composed by people, pens, paper, and ink. The thickness, dryness, wetness, strokes, and dotting of the brush and ink are inseparable from these four.

So, after watching papermaking, she also planned to see how pens, ink and inkstones were made.

Uncle Cao laughed when he heard Bai Xi say that. "Look, just look at it. If you want to make some paper by yourself, I'll find a good master to teach you. My son's craftsmanship is not good enough!"

Bai Xi shook his head. "No, I just want to experience it. Thank you, uncle!"

"Hey, you're welcome. Go ahead and have fun. Come to our house for lunch at noon!"

No need for eating, right?

Bai Xi left early and arrived at the factory at 9 o'clock. It is now 11 o'clock. She has gone through most of the processes. She estimates that after getting a feel for paper copying, she will be able to leave before 12 o'clock.

When Brother Cao saw his father leave, he cleaned the pond, filled it with water, poured in two kinds of paper pulp and paper medicine, and then moved in a paper-making stand.

Two people stood on each side and carried the paper-copying frame together.

Bai Xi had seen the paper-making process before, but when it came to his turn, he was at a loss. How should he sink the paper-making frame?

"Relax and have fun. This is nothing."

How is that possible? If Bai Xi hadn't seen how hard they worked to prepare the ingredients, he might not have taken it seriously.

However, with just one liter of material, she only oversaw the final preparation.

And I didn’t see all the hard work I had done in the previous year.

She gritted her teeth and imitated the workers inside, tilting the paper-making frame fifty or sixty degrees into the water, then controlling the speed to pull it up.

The water was scooped up, flowed through the bamboo curtain, and dripped along the gaps.

Then, Brother Cao went in and out of the water.

At this point, there is already a layer of white film on the bamboo curtain.

Brother Cao took a look and said, "It's quite good, better than I thought, but a little thick. Come on, peel off the paper."

He instructed Bai Xi to pick up the bamboo curtain, gently turn it upside down on the table next to him, and then gently lift it up.

first slide.

After successfully copying one sheet of paper, Bai Xi gained a little confidence. After a while, she and Brother Cao copied twenty sheets of paper.

To be honest, copying paper is a really physical job. You have to bend over all the time and it's very tiring.

And it was winter after all, the water temperature was very low, and soon Bai Xi's hands were frozen red.

Brother Cao also noticed it. After copying ten more sheets of paper, he put down the paper copying stand and said, "Okay, that's it. I'll show you a great technique."

Bai Xi was about to follow him when she saw the thirty pieces of paper she had copied by hand. Seeing that she was reluctant to part with them, Brother Cao said, "I'll ask someone to bake them for you first, so you can take them with you when you leave."

Great, made by hand!

Bai Xi smiled happily, "Thank you, Brother Cao."