Chapter 153 Improved Paper

Good things may not be in pairs. Sometimes, I will give you a few more things when you are not prepared, which is the so-called surprise.

Just as Ma Chao hadn't thought about how to reward the old farmer who invented the tea-frying technology, Han Feng jumped in front of Ma Chao with a smile and shouted, "Young master, it's done, it's done!"

"What kind of system! Han Feng, you are also the general manager of the Ma family now. How can you convince your subordinates with such a few thousand craftsmen and recklessness? Ma Chao pretended to shout. Under the joy brought by the tea-frying process, Ma Chao's eyes were full of money-like colors, and he could not really reprimand Han Feng.

Han Feng, who has been with Ma Chao for so long, how can he not understand Ma Chao's temper? However, he still tidyed up the instrument and scratched his head and said, "Young master, do you remember the thing called the research and development institute to improve the papermaking method two months ago? As soon as my subordinates got the news, the research and development institute finally made better paper.

"Paper?" Ma Chao was really stunned this time. People said that the paper glass was added with gunpowder, and the time travelers would never leave their hands. Glass and gunpowder are secondary. The most inconvenient thing for Ma Chao in the past six months is still that there is no paper available. He has to scrape away with bamboo pieces when he goes to the toilet, and then he must take a shower immediately: No wonder the ancients took so many times.

It is not true that Ma Chao is paperless. At this time, there was already rough hemp paper, which was the kind of paper that Cai Yan took to Ma Chao to leave a post last time. But this kind of hemp paper is actually a fiber thin sheet formed by the remnants of silk, which can't stand pulling at all. More than that, this kind of hemp paper is extremely expensive, and even among the aristocratic class of the Han Dynasty, it has not really been popular. If Ma Chao uses this to wipe his buttocks, Meng Da must have the heart to kill Ma Chao.

For the sake of your own buttocks and for the progress of writing culture. Of course, the first reason is a necessary condition, and the latter one is just a sufficient condition. Ma Chao ordered the craftsmen of the arsenal's research and development institute to improve the papermaking process.

At this time, the arsenal was no longer a Lockheed Martin arms monopoly company, but also undertook various inventions and creations. However, because the papermaking process was too cumbersome, Ma Chao thought that even if the research and development institute had to do its full research, it would take a year and a half to make better quality and cheaper paper, but he never thought that he would have an idea in just two months.

Thinking of this, Ma Chao was not in a hurry and said to Han Feng, "It's a good job, but your young master, I haven't eaten yet. No matter what earth-shaking it is, wait for me to eat this meal."

Ma Chao said, took the large army and walked leisurely to the canteen of the farm. Han Feng quickly followed behind him and asked, "Young master, aren't you in a hurry at all?"

"What am I worried about?" Ma Chaoguan said, "I was lucky to lose my life. As long as you really make it, the paper will not fly by itself even if I go there for a while.

Han Feng thought about it, but that's 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 didn't expect was that Ma Chao thought at this time: Anyway, I won't go to the toilet at this time. On a hot day, I roared at the arsenal to get a toilet paper.

However, after dinner, Ma Chao doesn't think so. He had a vague feeling that in the next hour or two, it would be the moment when his buttocks witnessed the miracle!

After entering the arsenal, those craftsmen are already familiar with Ma Chao. There was no such humble kowtow again. However, there was more enthusiasm and respect along the way. Seeing Ma over coming, but to say hello earnestly is to work hard. Ma Chao couldn't help but be proud of such changes.

After arriving at the papermaking workshop, Ma Chao looked at it all the way. The washing, cooking, rinsing and other production processes of raw materials had the prototype of the assembly line, and he couldn't help nodding.

Entering the main room, Ma Chao saw Zheng Hun, who was busy and sweating at first sight. Zheng Hun was much more handsome than these craftsmen, and he was usually quite elegant, but at this time, he had no image and was free from a exploited hard worker.

Han Feng, who walked in behind Ma Chao, seemed to be afraid that it was not lively enough and shouted, "The young master is here."

After the sound sounded, the whole room focused their eyes on Ma Chao. Ma Chao had long been used to this high-profile situation and smiled faintly and said, "Han Feng said that the improved paper has a finished product, so I'll come and have a look. You can do your own things normally."

Zheng Hun immediately came to invite Ma Chao, and then ordered another small worker to go back to get the paper. At the same time, he personally brought a chair to Ma Chao and wiped it clean before asking Ma Chao to sit down. Then he began to report the improved process and process to Ma Chao. Ma Chao also pretended to listen with great interest. He couldn't chill the inventor's heart and dispel other people's enthusiasm, right?

Not long after, the little worker who picked up the paper returned to the house. Zheng Hun took the sample from his hand and respectfully handed the paper to Ma Chao.

Ma Chao took over the small paper, and his hands, which had been accustomed to heavy bamboo slips for more than half a year, could not adapt to this light feeling for a while. Holding the paper left and right, he stretched out his right thumb and middle finger and pulled out a shuttle back and forth. He only clearly felt that it was much thinner than bamboo slices, which was not much different from modern paper.

However, the paper is faintly yellow in the sun, which is not as white as snow, and some small fibers can be seen hanging on it from time to time. Of course, these are inevitable. Even the paper produced in large quantities in paper mills now has this defect.

The important thing is the flexibility of this paper. Ma Chao tore it slightly hard, but the paper was not affected at all. It was already very strong. After finally relieved, Ma Chao laughed happily and said, "Bir the pen."

Han Feng knows Ma Chao best. How can he not know Ma Chao's habits? Skillfully handed out a brush, Ma Chao took the pen and expressed his appreciation for Han Feng's very eye-catching behavior. Then he dipped it in the already adjusted ink and was excited. He took out a piece of paper and put it flat on the table. He gently took his long sleeve in his left hand, shook his wrist slightly with his right hand and frowned slightly: Hey, let's copy it... We really don't have that literati's feelings, not that we are excited to write poems and have goods immediately...

Among the women who came in with Ma Chao, Han Ying and Yun'er did not have much interest in Ma Chao's writing. They still looked at each other with provocative eyes from time to time, which was full of combat effectiveness. And Cai Yan's adjustment in the middle did not cause a big disaster. However, when he saw that Ma Chao was about to write again, Cai Yan's eyes lit up and he no longer had the heart to care about these two people.

Ma Chao wrote a poem on the paper: the lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national garrison. At night, I lay down and listened to the wind and rain, and the iron horse ice came into a dream.

At the beginning, he was still a little unaccustomed to it, but later he wrote more and more smoothly. He only felt like water flowing water when his wrist exerted his strength. Until the end, Ma Chao looked at this familiar and strange paper edge poem and suddenly calmed down: the end of the Han Dynasty was an era like white paper, and I, Ma Chao, was a beautiful painter, and I could paint it on this paper at will according to my will!

Ma Chao's thoughts flew by and felt that his mind had never been clearer than this time.

After calming down, he said to Zheng Hun, "This paper can pass, but it's not beautiful that the ink faints a little quickly. Your task now is to try various ways 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, understand?"

Zheng Hun vaguely knows the meaning of large-scale mass production of paper, but he is far less thorough than Ma Chao. Seeing that Ma Chao looks serious, he is also awe-bden in his heart. At present, he claims to be.

'Well, if it can be mass-produced, no one will talk about it in the future and use it to wipe your buttocks, right?' Well, the final reason is still the buttocks!

While Ma Chao was thinking about a happy life in the future, Cai Yan saw that Ma Chao was about to leave and said, "Brother Chao, can this poem be given to Yan'er?"

"If you like it, you can take it." Ma Chao didn't care, waved his hand and said.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a sharp pain from his waist on both sides. Looking around, Han Ying and Yun'er looked alert, and the jade hand coincidentally pinched Ma Chao's waist*.

Sure enough, the two women are jealous, and the three are the wolf smoke of war!