Chapter 68

The next morning, song Xijiao was worried about the bamboo paper drying in the yard, so she pulled the door and went out.

The five pieces of bamboo paper in the yard, which were well sun dried, swayed gently in the early morning breeze.

Looking at the color changed bamboo paper, song Xijiao was at a loss: "what can I do? Do you want to give up color bamboo paper like this?"

Zhong Chun, who was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, saw that she came out to check the bamboo paper early in the morning, and knew that she must be worried about the color of bamboo paper in her heart.

He put down the spatula, came over and said, "it seems that we have to find a way to keep the vegetable juice from discoloring."

Song Xijiao nodded and said, "but what can we do to keep it from changing color? If you can't find this method, color bamboo paper is a failure. "

Seeing that she was worried, Zhong Chun comforted her and said, "I made the roast meat that you love to eat. I have the strength to think of a way after eating the meat!"

Song Xijiao knows Zhong Chun's good intentions and goes into the kitchen with him.

After a meal, song Xijiao patted her round stomach and exclaimed, "this meat is really delicious!"

Song's mother saw her round belly. She touched her face seriously and said, "Xijiao, are you eating enough or are you pregnant?"

Song Xijiao was drinking water. She was so smart that she coughed because of the water.

The mother of song patted her on the back and said, "it's all women. What's to be ashamed of? You're scared like this with a word from your mother

Song Xijiao slowly eased her breath, packed up her things, and slipped out of the courtyard in a hurry.

Seeing her daughter escape, song's mother looked at Zhong Chun with a smile and said, "Zhongchun, your husband and wife have been married for so long, it's time to..."

Zhongchun had a premonition that song's mother was going to say something. He quickly stood up and said, "mother, it's not early. I should go into the mountain."

Looking at the back of the couple, song's mother sighed and said, "these two children are really not in a hurry."

A busy scene in the bamboo paper mill. After inspecting the scene, song Xijiao sat at her desk and tried to find a way to fix the color.

She holds her cheek for a while, and then lies on the table, but she can't think of a way to fix the color.

"I can't sit around like this. I'd better try again," she thought, rising to make vegetable juice.

After a busy work, five small bowls of vegetable juice were made.

As soon as the vegetable juice was finished, Xiao Liu came in in in a hurry: "Miss Song, today is the second day of junior high school. Every month we worship the God of wealth. The table and sacrifice are all ready. Please lead the big guy to worship the God of wealth."

Song Xijiao wanted Xiaoliu to take everyone to worship, but soon she changed her mind and stood up from the table and said, "come on, go and worship the God of wealth to see if he can help me think of a way to fix the color of vegetable juice."

In the open space of the field, a square table was put in the middle. The table was filled with all kinds of snacks and fruits.

Song Xijiao burned incense and knelt down at the altar. She said, "God of wealth will protect our bamboo paper business. Let me think of a way to fix the color as soon as possible."

The crowd knelt down with song Xijiao and gradually dispersed.

Song Xijiao was just about to go back to study vegetable juice when Xiao Liu came by with a bowl of fruit wine and said, "Miss Song, this is the tribute wine just used to worship the God of wealth. You can drink it. It's really sweet and delicious."

Song Xijiao has been busy all morning. She is very thirsty. She takes the wine bowl, thanks and goes into the room again.

She took a sip of the wine, which was really delicious. She drank a few mouthfuls in succession, just as the bowl was about to be put down, but her hand slipped and even the wine and bowl smashed into the carrot juice.

"No," Song Xijiao called softly and hurriedly took out the wine bowl.

But soon, she found that the carrot juice had changed. The carrot juice, which was already a little discolored, turned orange.

Song Xijiao jumped up happily: "it turns out that wine can fix color. Why didn't I think of it? The God of wealth is really helping me in secret

She made a happy turn in the room, and asked Xiao Liu to take the jar of wine in and test them in the other four vegetable juice bowls.

Sure enough, after adding fruit wine, the vegetable juice did not change color.

Small six see song Xijiao happily busy, puzzled asked: "Miss Song, what are you doing?"

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "Xiao Liu, you go to beat some bamboo pulp for me, I want to make colored bamboo paper."

Xiao Liu didn't dare to neglect, and soon came to a large bucket of bamboo pulp.

Song Xijiao according to the previous method, slowly poured into the vegetable juice, this time the bamboo pulp really did not change color.

After mixing the colored bamboo pulp, she carefully poured the bamboo pulp into the mold for drying.

From the beginning of drying the bamboo pulp, song Xijiao squatted beside the bamboo pulp and did not dare to leave. She was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the color of the bamboo pulp would turn dark again.

But her worry was superfluous. The bamboo pulp dried up gradually, but the color in the bamboo pulp became more and more gorgeous with the evaporation of water.

When the first piece of colored bamboo paper was removed from the mold, song Xijiao jumped up happily: "it's successful. I've succeeded. The colored bamboo paper has been made!"Song Xijiao's cheering calls made the helpers poke their heads out one after another. They all wondered, "what makes Miss Song, who has always been calm, happy like this?"

Song Xijiao saw everyone showing up and asked them to come over and say, "this is my latest color bamboo paper. What do you think?"

The helpers looked and looked around the bamboo paper on the ground. They were all surprised: "I haven't seen any colored bamboo paper. How is this made?"

Song Xijiao walked in the same place with pride and said, "next, we are going to start producing colored bamboo paper. I hope everyone will have the spirit of 120000 to produce the first batch of color bamboo paper with good quality and quantity.

All the helpers nodded and said, "listen to miss song, we will do what you say."

Song Xijiao dismissed everyone, leaving only a few team leaders, and assigned the work of smashing and filtering vegetable juice to the second group. Mixing and coloring were given to three groups.

The group leader took charge of the work and went to work.

Song Xijiao just distributed the work and added wine into the vegetable juice to fix the color. She never mentioned it.

She hummed, only to feel a lot more relaxed. The previous efforts have finally paid off!

After taking the task, the helpers also began to discuss. One of the helpers in the second group said, "do you think Miss Song is immortal? How can you understand everything?"

"I think Miss Song is blessed by gods, otherwise how can she have such a great ability!" interrupted the little helper of the third group

Listening to their gossip, Xiao Liu couldn't help saying, "don't look down on Miss Song. We didn't see her working hard. It's not surprising that she is so powerful."

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