Good things don't always come in pairs.
Sometimes, they will give you a few more things when you are not prepared.
That is the so-called surprise.
Just when Ma Chao had not yet thought about how to reward the old farmer who invented the art of tea frying, Han Feng jumped up to Ma Chao with a smile and said loudly: "Young Master, it's done, it's done."
"How unbecoming Han Feng, you are now also the general manager of the Ma family.
You have hundreds of craftsmen and children under you.
How can you convince your subordinates if you are so impetuous and reckless?"
Ma Chao pretended to shout, and under the joy brought by the tea frying process, Ma Chao's eyes were already filled with money-like colors, so how could he really scold Han Feng.
Han Feng, who had followed Ma Chao for so long, didn't understand Ma Chao's temper.
However, he was still happy and pretending to tidy up his appearance and scratch his head and said: "Young master, did you remember that you asked the Research and Development Institute to improve the papermaking method two months ago?
My subordinates just got the news that the R&D institute has finally made better paper."
"Paper" Ma Chao was really stunned this time.
People say that paper-made glass and gunpowder are used by people who travel through time.
Glass and gunpowder are both secondary.
The most inconvenient thing for Ma Chao these past six months is still the lack of paper.
He has to scrape it with bamboo blades to go to the toilet, and then he has to take a bath immediately: no wonder the ancients didn't take so many baths.
That's a lot.
It is not entirely true to say that Ma Chao has no paper available.
At this time, there was already rough hemp paper, the kind of paper that Cai Yan had used for Ma Chao to leave a copybook last time.
But this kind of hemp paper is actually a fibrous sheet formed from the remnants of silk floss, and it cannot withstand pulling at all.
Not only that, this kind of hemp paper was extremely expensive to make, and it was not really popular even among the aristocratic class of the Han Dynasty.
If he used this to wipe his butt, then Meng Da would definitely have the intention to kill Ma Chao.
For the sake of my own ass, and for the progress of this writing culture.
Of course, the first reason is a necessary condition, and the latter reason is nothing more than a sufficient condition.
Ma Chao ordered the craftsmen at the arsenal's research and development institute to improve the papermaking process.
At this time, the arsenal was no longer the Lockheed Martin arms monopoly, but was still undertaking various invention and creation businesses.
However, because the process of making paper was too cumbersome, Ma Chao thought that even if the R&D institute devoted all its efforts to research, it would take a year and a half to produce paper with better quality and cheaper cost, but he never expected that he would have a clue in just two months. .
Thinking of this, Ma Chao stopped being impatient and said to Han Feng: "It's going to be great once it's done.
It's just that I haven't had a meal until now, your young master.
No matter what earth-shattering thing it is, wait until I have eaten this meal."
Say it again.”
After Ma Chao finished speaking, he led the troops and walked towards the farm's canteen at a leisurely pace.
Han Feng quickly followed behind him and asked hesitantly: "Young Master, are you not in a hurry at all?"
"Why am I anxious?"
Ma Chao smiled.
"I am lucky to know that I will lose my life.
As long as you really make it, even if I leave for a while, the paper will not grow wings on its own."
Han Feng then thought about it, this is not the truth.
It seems that the young master is the young master.
Han Feng said nothing more and silently followed Ma Chao.
But what he couldn't have expected was that Ma Chao thought: Anyway, your young master, I won't go to the toilet at this time.
It's so hot that I have to rush to the arsenal to get some toilet paper.
Why?
However, after eating, Ma Chao didn't think so.
He had a vague premonition: within the next hour or two, his butt would witness a miracle.
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After entering the arsenal, the craftsmen were already very familiar with Ma Chao.
The humble kowtow situation no longer happened.
However, there was more enthusiasm and respect along the way.
When I see Ma Chao coming, I greet him warmly and work hard.
Ma Chao couldn't help but feel proud of these changes.
After arriving at the papermaking workshop, Ma Chao took a rough look at it along the way.
The production processes such as washing, cooking, and rinsing of raw materials had already taken the shape of an assembly line, and he couldn't help but nodded.
Entering the main room, Ma Chao first saw Zheng Hun, who was sweating profusely from work.
Zheng Hun's appearance was much more handsome than these craftsmen, and his movements were quite elegant on weekdays, but at this time, he had no image at all.
Get rid of an exploited hard worker.
Han Feng, who walked in behind Ma Chao, shouted, "Young Master is here," as if he was afraid it wouldn't be lively enough.
After the sound sounded, everyone in the room fixed their gazes on Ma Chao.
Ma Chao had long been accustomed to this kind of attention.
He smiled lightly and said: "Han Feng said that Zhang has finished the product, so I came to take a look.
You guys Just do your own thing normally.”
Zheng Hun immediately came over to greet Ma Chao, then ordered another worker to go to the back to get paper, while he personally brought a chair to Ma Chao, wiped it clean, and then asked Ma Chao to sit down.
Then he began to report the improved technology and process to Ma Chao.
Ma Chao also pretended to listen with interest.
He couldn't chill the inventor's heart and discourage others, right?
Soon after, the boy who took the paper returned to the house.
Zheng Hun took the sample from his hand and respectfully held the paper in both hands and handed it to Ma Chao.
Ma Chao took the small dozen of papers.
His hands, which had been accustomed to the heavy bamboo slips for more than half a year, could not adapt to this light and airy feeling.
He held the paper left and right, stretched out the thumb and middle finger of his right hand to pull out a piece of paper and rubbed it back and forth.
He could only clearly feel that it was much thinner than a piece of bamboo, and it was almost no different from modern paper.
However, this paper shows a faint yellow color in the sunlight, and it is not as white as snow.
From time to time, you can still see some tiny fibers hanging on it.
Of course, these are inevitable.
Even the paper produced in large quantities by current paper mills has such defects.
What matters is how flexible the paper is.
Ma Chao tore it slightly hard, but the paper was not affected at all and was already very strong.
After finally feeling relieved, Ma Chao laughed happily and said, "Bring me a pen."
Han Feng knew Ma Chao best, how could he not know Ma Chao's habits and skillfully handed out a brush.
Ma Chao took the brush, expressed his appreciation for Han Feng's discerning behavior, and then lightly dipped it in the prepared ink.
After a while, my mood was agitated.
I took out a piece of paper and laid it flat on the table.
I gently rolled up my long sleeve with my left hand, raised my wrist slightly with my right hand, and frowned slightly: Hey, let’s copy it.
I really don’t have the feelings of a literati.
It’s not that I want to write when I’m excited.
Poetry and belly will be filled with goods immediately
The girls who came in with Ma Chao, Han Ying and Yun'er, were not very interested in Ma Chao's writing.
They still looked at each other provocatively from time to time, showing full fighting spirit.
Cai Yan was in the middle to mediate, so it didn't cause any serious disaster.
However, seeing Ma Chao writing again, Cai Yan's eyes lit up and he no longer cared about these two people.
Ma Chao wrote a poem on the paper with his pen: Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
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Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
At the beginning, he was still a little unaccustomed to it, but later he began to write more and more smoothly, and he felt that when he exerted force on his wrist, it was like running water.
Until the end, Ma Chao looked at this familiar and unfamiliar frontier poem, and his heart suddenly calmed down: This late Han Dynasty is an era like a blank paper, and I, Ma Chao, am a painter with great ambitions.
I can paint on this paper Apply whatever I want on it Ma Chao's thoughts were racing, and he felt that his mind had never been clearer than at this moment.
After calming down, he said to Zheng Hun: "This paper can pass the test, but the ink blurs out a little faster, which is not beautiful.
Your task now is to try various methods to make better paper in the future, even if the quantity is small.
It doesn’t matter, as long as there are three or five finished products, you understand?”
Zheng Hun vaguely knew the significance of large-scale mass production of paper, but he didn't know it as thoroughly as Ma Chao.
Seeing Ma Chao's serious expression, he felt a shiver in his heart, and they all said yes.
Well, if it can be mass-produced, no one will make irresponsible remarks when Sajia wipes his butt in the future.
Well, the ultimate reason is that the butt is to blame.
While Ma Chao was thinking about his happy life in the future, Cai Yan saw Ma Chao was about to leave and said, "Brother Chao, can you give this poem to Yan'er?"
"If Yan'er likes it, just take it."
Ma Chao didn't care and waved his hand.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his left and right waist.
Looking around, Han Ying and Yun'er both looked wary, and their jade hands involuntarily pinched the soft flesh around Ma Chao's waist.
Sure enough, the second girl is, and the three of them are in flames of war. s: Many thanks to Qing Beast, Fang Geci, and Xiao Tian for the reward.
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I haven’t found it myself yet: