Section 6: Forced Papermaking ()

Schwab found that he had to face more than just the problem of the robber knight. Before the robber knights were taken away by his head, he would be smoked by this damn toilet.

"I might as well solve problems on the grass for a toilet like this. At least in addition to the smell of shit and urine, I can also listen to the pleasantness of birds' calls." A half-crooked thatched hut and dead wood, the toilet inside was a pit of earth. The yellow and white things in the pit made Schwab feel stomach acid rolling towards his throat, and flies buzzing around him. Schwab plucked up his courage and squatted on this pit. There was no way. If he didn't excrete Schwab would go crazy. Just when he was so happy, he suddenly discovered a major problem, no paper.

"Rode, Rude."

"Yes, master, what are your instructions?" Ruod ran quickly to the toilet, lowered his head and asked Schwab. Schwab shouted angrily through the gap of the wooden door made of more than a dozen wooden sticks.

"No paper, damn no paper."

"Paper? What paper do you want, lord." Ruode asked incomprehensible, his nose was filled with sweat.

"Wipe the paper, you, don't tell me there is no."

"Oh, sir, are you talking about wiping your butt? Isn't there next to you?"

"What? Where is it?" Schwab looked around him incomprehensible. Except for some dry firewood and grass, "only some dry hay."

"That's right, sir, you've found it all. It's just those things that are very comfortable to use. You used to like to use them."

"Fuck." Schwab looked at the pile of hay with these dark and unknown objects stuck to it. Is it really necessary to use those things in humiliation? Schwab had to reach out to the hay with his trembling hands, "Hait."

Schwab was in a state of dismay, and walked out with the help of Ruode. No, no, absolutely not. I want to cheer up. By the way, how to make paper, I want to make paper, I have to start my brain for my life. This idea keeps popping up in his mind. Fortunately, when I was in middle school, Schwab was very interested in history and went to the museum to visit the ancient papermaking process. In ancient times, my country made paper with bamboo. The steps seemed to be to cut bamboo floating ponds and cut bamboo tender bamboos into the pond, cut them for more than 100 days, and use natural microorganisms to decompose and wash away the green skin of the bamboo. Boil the above-mentioned bamboo into the "Wang" bucket and steam them with lime for eight days and eight nights. Pound the above-mentioned bamboo, put them into the stone mortar, and knock them with a stone mortar until the bamboo is broken, which is like a mud surface. Swing the material into the curtain and pour the broken bamboo into the sink, and use the bamboo curtain to

The material in the water is swayed, and the bamboo material becomes a thin layer attached to the bamboo curtain, and the remaining water flows down the groove from the four sides of the bamboo curtain. The curtain is covered and the curtain is pressed over and over, so that the wet paper falls on the board, which is a piece of paper. In this way, the steps of swaying and covering the curtain are repeated to make thousands of wet paper stack, and then the wood board is added to squeeze out most of the water. The wet paper is raised and raised and dried. The equipment for baking paper is made of earthen bricks to form a lane with fire. After the temperature of the earthen bricks rises, the wet paper is laid out and dried. After drying, it is peeled off and turned into paper. But what should I do if there was no bamboo in the medieval Europe? By the way, we use fibers. You can use broken linens and birch trees as raw materials, and then dry them. When you say it, the shabby cloth is immediately ordered. Wood convenes people to collect materials and prepare paper. The people in the castle don’t understand what the lord is doing, so they ordered people to cut down trees and move the sink.

"What is that madman doing?" Bald Otto was awakened by the noisy sound in the castle early in the morning. He put on his jacket and looked at the civilians and guards in the castle carried the trees that had just been cut down, and Schwab was directing loudly. These people took the wood into small shapes. Although these people did not understand what Schwab wanted to do, their obedience made them do it seriously according to Schwab's request.

"Does he want to strengthen the defense of the castle?" Old Lauke also walked out of his room. He frowned in confusion and said that he should strengthen the defense, but why did he cut the wood so broken? "What a strange noble."

"Okay, now you go to the village to buy some broken linens. Those who provide linens will get compensation for food." Although Schwab had no money, as the lord of Mark Fort, he still controlled the right to distribute food.

"Don't bother the master so much. As long as you want, I will bring you the guards." Rued said attentively to Schwab. In his opinion, the lord dared to disobey him.

"No." Schwab refused seriously. Although he knew he had this right, on the one hand, what is the difference between doing this and robbers. On the other hand, the way of thinking from modern society also made Schwab unwilling to force the weak to provide what he wanted, but it was more appropriate to exchange it for him.

"Yes, Master, I'll go now." Rude shrank his head in fear, and quickly turned around and ran away. He felt a little strange in his heart. If it were the past, if the master was not satisfied with him, he would have been fist-and-footed, but now the master has just refused. It's really strange. Rude shook his head and couldn't figure it out. Maybe only God knows it.

At first, when Rude shouted in the village that when he exchanged food for broken linens, the villagers were just acting as clowns. Who would believe that using some broken linens could be exchanged for food? Isn’t this Satan’s lie?

"Just exchange a little bit of broken linen for food. This is the grace of the Lord Farod von Schwab." The dwarf Rud stood loudly under the old oak tree at the entrance of the village, preaching to the villagers.

"What happened?" The onlookers just looked at the dwarf Rude and stood on the wooden barrel and performed hard, but no one stepped forward to exchange. At this time, a traveler with a bloated cloth bag and a wooden stick asked curiously.

"The Lord sent someone to exchange food for broken linens."

"There is such a thing? Then why isn't anyone going to exchange?"

"How could such a thing be possible? It must be the cunning tricks of the nobles." The villagers shook their heads and did not believe in the propaganda of the dwarf Rude. For them, the nobles did not show any kindness except to squeeze food and money from them.

"How is it, for God's sake, no one wants to try it?" The dwarf Rude flowed narrowly from his face with the sun's sweat. He wiped his forehead with his fat palm, feeling annoyed in his heart that he had taken on this unlucky errand.

"Are the lords here crazy?" the travel merchants sneered and talked, while the young merchant who came forward to ask, placed his chin on the top of the wooden stick, and his blue eyes were rotating.

"If the lord here is either a lunatic or a wise man, maybe there is some business opportunity hidden here, okay, let me Rupert be the first person to eat crabs." After saying that, the young businessman raised his head and raised his wide hat brim a little with the wooden stick in his hand, revealing a young and handsome face.

“I happen to have some torn linen here, can I use it for exchange?”

"Of course, oh, thank God, I'm almost dying of heat." The dwarf Rude finally waited for a person who was willing to exchange, and of course he wouldn't let him run away. He quickly took a bunch of worn linen from the businessman Rupert.

"What about my stuff, sir." Rupert asked politely with a smile when he saw the dwarf Rud take his stuff.

"Of course it's okay, oh, this is the food for you, thanks to the grace of Lord Farod von Schwab."

"Of course, of course." Rupert took the food handed over by the dwarf Rud in surprise. The merchants who often deal with the nobles knew that the nobles were famous for their love of credit and their words. They were almost silent except for their so-called glory. However, the lords here were willing to fulfill their promises. Even when facing the inferior farmers and merchants, this place was a strange place.

"Rupert was so dangerous just now, why did you provoke those people in the castle?"

"It's okay, haven't I got the food?"

"We are just passing here to Han Ruowei. It's better not to cause trouble. None of these nobles knows what they are thinking." Rupert's partners surrounded him and persuaded him. Rupert knew that the robbers, beasts and even more abominable levels along the way, which made the partners' nerves more sensitive and did not want anything to happen before reaching the end. But Rupert was not afraid. He had enough courage to face all this. He wanted to stay and see this strange territory.

When the power of role models appeared, the other villagers who were watching were genuine exchanges, they gave up their worries. They took out the few broken linens in their homes and exchanged them with the dwarf Rude. Soon the feet of the dwarf Rude were piled with broken linens. In the evening, the dwarf Rude and the guards returned to the castle with these things. Schwab had been busy for a day and had almost prepared the tools for papermaking. After repeated tests, he finally achieved the effect he remembered.

"By the way, is there any place near Mr. Lauke that can let me build a workshop?" Schwab said to the old Lauke who came beside him because of curiosity. Bald Otto always looked dissatisfied with Schwab, but the old Lauke posted it on as soon as he had the chance. He really didn't understand what he wanted to do.

"Oh, some lords used to have a bakery on the west side of the castle, but it was abandoned due to a fire. It should be repaired there."

"Okay, thank you very much."

"It's nothing, it's my honor to serve the Lord, but I don't know what the Lord is doing?"

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just some paper."

"Paper? I have had the honor of working in the Duke of Pablolia's Castle Library, and I have also seen the Duke of Pablolia's paper workshop. It seems that the parchment there is not done like this?"
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