The author has something to say: Sorry, I lost my mind again two days ago, spring is here, and my mind is starting to get wet again.
After traveling for more than a month, Luo Yong felt an indescribable sense of solidity in his heart when he returned to his hometown.
The next day, when he woke up in his bed, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the morning light leaking in from the window.
What caught his eyes was Qiao Junlin's slightly frowning brows and his pair of slightly sinking eyes. eye.
That kid was trying to carve out a place for himself in an era that didn't belong to him.
Yes, it does not belong to his era.
In the seventh century AD, this was an era that belonged to aristocratic families and emerging landlords.
In the ninth year of Zhenguan, the social structure at this time had basically been finalized.
It was no longer a war-torn period where heroes did not ask where they came from. , and the imperial examination system failed to really develop during the entire Zhenguan period.
Qiao Junlin's persistence and perseverance, in Luo Yong's eyes, were like a moth rushing to the flame, a mantis trying to catch a chariot.
But it was that kind of moth flying into the flame that touched the string in his heart and made him feel ashamed.
Whether it's returning or traveling through time, he obviously has a sharp weapon, but why doesn't he even have a decent target?
"Brother, are you up?"
Outside the door, the boy Wulang called cautiously, as if he was afraid of waking him up.
Since she was afraid of waking him up, why did she call him outside again?
Luo Yong smiled and said, "Get up."
"Sister, brother, he's up."
Another milky voice came from outside, and it turned out to be that girl Qiniang.
"You must be exhausted after running around all these days.
Why are you disturbing him so early in the morning?"
Er Niang's muttering could be faintly heard from the other side.
Luo Yong yawned, got up from the kang, got dressed, opened the door and went out.
While he was squatting outside by the ditch with a toothbrush and a pottery bowl to brush his teeth, his little children each held their own toothbrushes and lined up beside the ditch.
"Brother, Chang'an City is very lively."
After brushing their teeth, the brothers and sisters went back to the yard without any hurry.
They squatted by the ditch with pottery bowls in their hands and started chatting.
"Of course it's very lively."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
"How big is the city of Chang'an?"
Si Niang asked politely, as if Luo Yong had told her how big the city of Chang'an was, and she had an idea of how big it was.
Luo Yong saw that all his children had their eyes wide open, looking like curious babies, so he thought for a while and said to them: "Chang'an City has the imperial palace, east and west cities, and 108 squares.
Many people live in those squares, and the place is very large.
Each square is about the same size as our Lishi County."
"Wow, Chang'an City is so big."
Several children had their mouths opened.
"That's not very big."
Luo Yongxiao asked them: "Do you know how big the land we are stepping on is?"
"How big is it?"
the children asked with smiles, thinking that Brother A was joking with them.
"About two to three hundred billion acres."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
The total land area he was talking about was 1.49 billion square kilometers.
When converted into current acres, it would be about this much.
This was what he had previously estimated.
I figured it out out of boredom when using a blender to make soap.
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"Liar."
Several children didn't believe it.
"Seriously, you will know when you grow up."
Luo Yong acted like a child.
God asked him to bring here the wisdom of more than a thousand years of human society, so Luo Yong decided to spread this wisdom in the seventh century AD.
The reason why he did this was not to comply with God's will, but to comply with his own heart. .
He didn't want his brothers and sisters to live in ignorance and then die in ignorance, and he didn't want Qiao Junlin to fight to the death, only to face an insurmountable wall in the end.
He wants to change the world.
Such changes may be accompanied by pain, but human progress will never stop because of pain.
After breakfast, Luo Yongdao took a look at the road.
His Eucommia trees were growing very well.
Many small trees had sprouted new branches, and the branches were covered with green leaves.
After looking around and thinking about it, Luo Yong finally decided to let the leaves stay on the branches until early autumn before picking them.
These trees were newly transplanted this year.
If the leaves are picked on a large scale at this time, I wonder if it will affect their growth.
If it is affected even a little at this time, the harvest in the next few years may be greatly reduced, which is not cost-effective.
After coming down the slope, Luo Yong took the opportunity to look for Du Gou in the yard over there.
During the days when Luo Yong was away, Du Gou often went back to Luo's yard to help, and helped Er Niang and the others deal with many merchants who were urging their goods.
Although Du Gou has now faded out of the center of power, his status as son-in-law of the Du family is still very good.
In addition, he has received a good education since he was a child, and he is quite knowledgeable.
Still a piece of cake.
Du Gou was practicing making wool felt cushions at this time.
Luo Yong looked at his work and said with a smile: "The master is better than the master.
Your craft is better than mine now."
"Sanlang is so impressed."
Du Gou said with a smile.
Yesterday, when Luo Yong returned, he went to meet Luo Yong in the courtyard.
He thought that he would rest at home for the day, but he didn't expect that he would be out and about so early.
"When I came to Beijing this time, I found out that this peony cushion was also used in the palace."
Luo Yong sat sideways on the edge of the Kang and said with a smile while watching the movements of Du Gou's hands.
"How do you know?"
Du Gou moved his hands.
"When he met the Holy Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor gave him a seat on the peony cushion."
The expression on Luo Yong's face was still smiling. "" Du Gou put down the tools in his hands, thought for a moment, and asked Luo Yong, "What does Sanlang think?"
"I plan to make some peony cushions to present."
Regardless of whether the other party did it intentionally or unintentionally, since he saw it, he couldn't pretend not to see it.
"Is there anyone I can help with?"
Du Gou asked.
"The items that are to be sent to the palace must not be careless.
Although some of my disciples are good at craftsmanship, they are still a little less charming.
As for me, you should have noticed that my craftsmanship is not considered as good.
Very exquisite."
Besides, Luo Yong has other plans in the future and doesn't want to spend too much time on making wool felt cushions. "" When Du Gou heard this, he became somewhat silent.
It was not that he was unwilling to help Luo Yong.
After all, what he learned from Luo Yong was not something he could do with just a pack of grain seeds before.
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What offsets this is that after such a delay, I am afraid that I will not be able to return to Laizhou for a while.
"If Dalang is in trouble, that's fine."
Luo Yong didn't force it.
"There's nothing difficult about it."
Du Gou said quickly, "It doesn't matter if I go back later."
"In that case, I will trouble Du Dalang."
Luo Yong said happily: "Du Dalang can stay here for a while with peace of mind.
Maybe he can gain something else."
"What does Sanlang mean by this?"
Du Gou vaguely felt that Luo Sanlang was about to make another big move.
"You will know soon."
Luo Yong said with a smile.
After that, the two said a few more words, and Luo Yong left the yard.
After returning to his home, Luo Yong walked around the house and finally chose a place under the wall outside his yard and took a hoe to dig.
"What are you doing?"
After digging for a while, Erniang and the others were lured out.
"I'll bury a few water jars in it."
Luo Yong said without raising his head.
"What's wrong with burying a water tank?"
Erniang was puzzled.
"Nothing, I just want to tinker with a new thing, but I don't know if it will work."
Luo Yong said.
After a while, a Dinghu man saw Luo Yong digging a hole here, so he brought some of his brothers over to help.
These people have recently sold a lot of paring knives in Dinghu County, and they have learned to use the words taught by Luo Yong to sell them.
Not to mention, the business is really good.
In the past two days, the inventory has been sold out, and because of the throat It hurt, so they brought some dried mulberries back from Dinghu County, and also brought back the grease they had obtained recently.
They planned to ask Erniang and the others to help make soap and resell it to Dinghu County.
I thought it would be just in time for Luo Sanlang to return.
"You are planning to tinker with something new this time."
Hearing that Luo Sanlang was planning to tinker with a new gadget, these people were very excited.
If they get a few more items like paring knives, they will go out to sell them in the future, and the variety will be rich. .
"I went back to Chang'an City and gained a lot of knowledge."
Luo Yong said: "Someone told me that the paper was actually made of bark, bamboo and other materials.
I also plan to give it a try."
"The dianthus here is so hard that it can be used as a knife.
How can we make that soft paper?"
Everyone thought his idea was unreliable.
"If the stone bamboo cannot be used to make paper, then we should find something else to replace it."
Luo Sanlang refused to listen.
Within half a day, everyone in Xipo Village knew that Luo Sanlang was going to make paper at home.
Even the merchants living in the Xu family guesthouse also heard about it.
Most people think this thing is too unreliable, but there are also some die-hard fans of Luo Coffin Board, who think that their old Luo is omnipotent, is he just a paper maker, and can catch him in minutes.
In the next few days, the Luo family yard became lively.
Some people who were full and full came over to watch the fun, some came to help him cheer up, and some just waited to see his jokes.
The art of papermaking is currently only in the hands of a few aristocratic families.
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Let alone rumors, even non-core members of the family can't even think about getting a glimpse of it.
Luo Sanlang must be in trouble this time.
In the past few days, these people watched Luo Yong pick up some straw from home and throw it into the water jars, filling it with water and spreading lime, and kept tinkering with it with a wooden stick.
Then I saw him roll the soaked straw into a roll, put it on the stove to steam, and when it was steamed, put it on the roller to grind it into a paste, then put it into a linen bag and carried it to the stream.
I went to wash it, poured it into clean water after washing, and used the prepared bamboo curtains to pick it up one by one, and put it in the sun to dry.
When it dried, I peeled it off and saw that it turned into a piece of paper.
"This paper is too thick, I'm afraid I won't be able to write on it."
A young man who had been watching for a few days asserted after holding a piece of paper Luo Yong had made and looking over it carefully.
"In my opinion, it's the same."
Luo Yong looked disappointed and handed the pile of papyrus to the crowd: "It's a hard work after all.
It's a waste to throw it away.
Why don't you all share one point and take it back?"
Use it when going to the toilet.”
Within a few days, news of Luo Coffin Baner's papermaking failure spread throughout the Hedong area.
It is said that Narasaburo was so imaginative that he actually used straw to make paper.
As a result, the paper he made could not be written on at all and could only be used to wipe dirt in the toilet.
Therefore, the paper he made was laughed at and called toilet paper. gd1806102: