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On the way, Prince Zhao changed the route of the motorcade to the outskirts. Tang Yue asked, "where is this going?"

Prince Zhao is looking down to study the paper-making methods given to him by Tang Yuexin. Compared with the previous one, the process is more detailed, each step is clearly written, and even with a diagram, the sequence and method of several steps are changed, which makes it more feasible.

"I can't wait to see what the paper is and whether it's as magical as you said."

Tang Yue put his hands behind his head and looked at his attentive appearance. He said with a smile, "tomorrow is new year's Eve. Your highness can't even forget this."

"If we can present the paper to our father at the new year's Eve banquet, we will have a good year."

There is no better gift, he believes.

"It takes time to make paper, to soak, to boil, to filter, to press, and finally to dry. I'm afraid two days is not enough."

"More than two days?" Prince Zhao raised his head to smile, "don't forget, but I started to prepare from half a month ago." The motorcade stopped outside Zhuangzi in the suburb. Tang Yue got out of the car and looked around. He thought: it's a waste to use such a beautiful Chuang Tzu to make paper.

According to his idea, it would be good to build a simple factory in a place with few people. In this era, the papermaking method did not use chemicals, and the pollution was not serious.

Open the door, your highness. Please open the door

Tang Yue wrapped up his cape and looked as he walked. Everything was as usual in the courtyard outside. There was no extra people and equipment. When he entered the second gate, he heard the sound of work.

"Is this a big one?" Along the way, Tang Yue saw a beautiful scenery, which was quite different from the style of the prince's house.

Prince Zhao nodded, "this is Chuang Tzu, who was married with her mother in those years. There are waterside pavilions for summer vacation and warm main rooms. You can live in cold winter and hot summer."

"After presenting the paper, let the king allocate a piece of land to make paper. It's a pity that such a good Chuang Tzu is."

"That's natural. If paper can be popularized, Chuang Tzu won't be enough. Another large paper mill will be built."

Tang Yue saw that he had planned well, so he didn't say anything more.

"Your Highness, Chinese New Year is coming soon. How did you come?" A familiar steward trotted out from the inside, knelt down and said to Tang Yue, "the crown princess is here, too. It's freezing here. Go into the house with the slave."

Tang Yue had some impression on him. He had seen it before in the prince's house. He said with a smile, "no hurry, we'll see how the paper is made."

As soon as he said this, the steward was beaming, "you came just in time. The first batch of paper has been made. I'm going to send someone to the prince's house."

"Oh?" "Prince Zhao is a little surprised," take a lonely look quickly. "

A group of people quickly walked into the temporary reconstruction of the factory building. Compared with the cold outside, there was a large pot of boiling water and a large basin of charcoal fire, which was very warm.

The man came over with a plate covered with red cloth, taking every step carefully.

Tang Yue looks funny, can be seen everywhere in modern paper, no one will take a piece of paper seriously, but here, afraid it is more precious than gold.

Prince Zhao opened the red cloth and saw that there was a stack of thin yellow paper on the plate. He looked over and over curiously.

Tang Yue pulled out a few pieces and rubbed them with his fingers, "no, it's too rough, and the fiber processing is not careful enough, I'm afraid it can't be written."

The color of the first batch of paper made is very dark yellowish brown. It may be that the pressure is not flat enough. Some places are thick and some places are thin. I'm afraid it's too harsh to wipe your buttocks.

He threw the paper into the charcoal basin and lit it. In the blink of an eye, it was burnt to ashes. The steward exclaimed, "Princess..."

This is the treasure they worked so hard to make. The steward felt that the fire was burning in his heart.

"Don't worry. It's useless to keep such defective products. If we improve them in some places, we will do better and better."

Tang Yue gave the improved plan to him. The steward clearly understood the process. After reading it, his eyes were bright, "OK, OK! No wonder we always felt that some steps were not right before, but we didn't have time to adjust You see, this method is much simpler and more reasonable than before... "

Prince Zhao stopped his chatter and asked, "can we make new paper before Shenshi tomorrow?"

"The materials are all soaked and cooked. As long as the following steps are tried a few more times, we will certainly be able to work without stopping tonight. However, it is not clear whether better paper can be made."

"Then, before Shenshi tomorrow, you will send the new paper to the prince's house and present it to your father."

As soon as I heard that this thing was going to be paid to the palace, the steward was very nervous, "the slave will certainly urge them to do their best to complete it."

"Well." Prince Zhao took some of the paper he had made before and played with it all the way.

"Is such a fragile thing really suitable for writing?" Prince Zhao asked doubtfully."Of course, compared with hardness and storage time, paper can't compare with bamboo slips, but the lightness of paper is beyond the reach of bamboo slips." Tang Yue dipped a little water on the paper and wrote two words casually. Because the quality of the paper was too rough, the water melted when it touched the paper, and the handwriting was pasted into a ball.

He kneaded the pieces of paper into a ball and threw it into the brazier. He said, "if you use paper to bind a book, the weight of a book is only a little bit. Whether it is stored or carried, it is very convenient. The most important thing is that with paper, books can be widely promoted, and the price will not be so expensive that ordinary people can't afford it."

The next day, the steward moved a box of paper into the prince's house. Tang Yue accepted the paper himself. He could only say that he barely passed the inspection, but it was far from the quality he wanted.

Prince Zhao can't wait to take out a piece of it and write a poem on it with a brush. The ink still turns to open, but the words can still be perfectly displayed on the paper.

He put down his brush and held the paper in his hands, waiting for the ink on the top to dry. Tang Yue saw his eyes staring at him motionless and laughed a few times.

Seeing the management standing on one side with a low eyebrow, Tang Yue praised: "you have done very well. It's hard to make such paper in such a short time."

"The crown princess is serious. This is what slaves should do. It's not hard."

Tang Yue didn't get used to his address, so he asked him to follow his servant's name: "housekeeper, give Liao steward ten rewards, and each one of Chuang Tzu's efforts will be rewarded with three Jun of corn and three feet of cloth, so that they can go home for a good new year."

"Here it is." When the housekeeper saw that his royal highness did not object to it, he naturally responded and did so.

Liao Guanshi was overjoyed. He knelt down to thank him, "thank you, your highness. Thank you very much."

"Get up." Tang Yue asked the housekeeper to send him out. Then he went to the prince Zhao who was buried in writing. He held his chin and asked, "how do you feel?"

The prince Zhao did not lift his head. He outlined the words with every stroke. He did not stop writing until the paper was full of words. "It's no different from writing on sheepskin and handkerchief. I don't know if my father can appreciate it."

Tang Yue think is also, have not seen the paper, did not experience its use of people, only with this piece of paper really won't have too much feeling.

He felt his chin and thought for a while, then he snapped his finger, "if there is no value in a piece of paper, we will bind it into a book!"

"How to bind?"

"Simple!" Tang Yue took out a stack of ten centimeter thick paper from the box. Because he said that it was to be paid tribute, Liao Guanshi also considerately cut each paper into the same size, which saved a lot of work.

He spread the paper on the desk, and the thief asked, "Your Highness, can you copy a book in an hour?"

"Within a thousand words, no problem."

"Then write a three character Sutra." Tang Yue moved the paper to him, polished ink for him, and put the brush into his hand.

Prince Zhao did not hesitate to write. He practiced calligraphy for a period of time. His handwriting was very good. His writing style was powerful and angular. However, calligraphy had not been formed in this era. He could just read it.

The content of the three character sutra was not much. Prince Zhao only wrote it in half an hour. Tang Yue collected the paper he had written, and when he finished writing one, he took it to the side to blow. When the ink was dry, he folded it in order.

"It's not a cover." Tang Yue thought about it, took a piece of sheepskin, cut two pieces as the cover of the book, and asked Prince Zhao to write down the Three Character Classic.

Two pieces of sheepskin were fixed one after the other. Tang Yue sewed the book with needle and thread. In order to have a good look, he sewed it carefully and the stitches were neat. Prince Zhao sighed in silence.

"Well, how about seeing it?" Tang Yue handed the book to Prince Zhao. The book made in this way is very rough, but it turns page by page. It has a special taste.

Prince Zhao looked through the book several times and couldn't put it down. He weighed the weight of the book and nodded with satisfaction: "in this way, the future books will be much lighter."

"But this paper can't be made too much at the moment. I'm afraid it will take a long time to spread."

Tang Yue nodded, "yes, the emergence of every new thing must have a period of time to adapt. When people gradually get used to the convenience of paper, it will naturally speed up its development."