The next day.

Lu Fang followed Zhuer to see the land early in the morning.

Went by carriage.

Ningyuan County is not big, but it is limited to the county seat. In fact, the entire Ningyuan County is still very wide.

The outskirts of the county are full of cultivated land.

If you don't take a carriage, you will really lose your legs.

When they arrived at the place, the two got off the carriage. Zhu'er pointed directly from the foot of the mountain to the foot of the mountain and said: "Master, this is your land."

Lu Fang swallowed unpromisingly.

Mother, be a good boy!

Five hundred acres of land turned out to be so big.

He really wanted to imitate Zhu'er's posture, point from here to that, and then say, "This is my country."

But still not.

I can't afford to lose this person.

And calling yourself "I" these days is a serious crime of beheading.

After holding it in for a long time, he just said: "Take me to the vegetable field to see it!"

Then he followed Zhu'er and walked around in his vegetable patch.

A tenant farmer was working in the vegetable field. When he saw Lu Fang and Zhu'er, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, so humbly that Lu Fang felt a little pitiful.

In the vegetable field, some seasonal vegetables such as Chinese cabbage, eggplant, winter melon, and cucumber are grown.

The gains are pretty good.

Probably because the terrain is higher and on a slope, it was not affected by previous floods.

Lu Fang only looked around and then took Zhu'er back to the county town.

Zhu'er was inevitably a little strange, and finally asked: "Master, why do you suddenly think of looking at your own land?"

Lu Fang said: "I plan to plant something."

Zhu'er also has strange eyes.

Although the young master has changed a lot in the past two months, the fact that he personally said that he wanted to plant vegetables still made her feel as if the sun was rising in the west.

Back in the city, Lu Fang asked Zhu'er to drive the carriage back to Bestore while he took a stroll around the county town.

When you see a cloth shop, go in and take a look.

There are many kinds of cloths in Dayu Dynasty, and he wants to see if there is any suitable substitute for plastic film.

I visited several shops one after another but found nothing.

Guess the hard work paid off, just when Lu Fang was about to give up, his eyes suddenly lit up at the intersection.

He saw a stall selling umbrellas.

There are many oil paper umbrellas hanging on it.

These oil-paper umbrellas have complex colors and many patterns painted on them, which are very beautiful. However, some are only decorated with a few flowers and plants.

He hurriedly walked over and asked the stall owner: "Boss, how do you make this oil-paper umbrella?"

The stall owner was slightly startled when he heard this.

How could anyone ask someone like that?

Could it be that he wants to steal business?

Then he turned his head and realized it was Lu Fang.

Lu Fang is now a famous person in Ningyuan County. Not only the neighbors in the county, but also many people outside the county know him.

Almost all of the vendors who hang out at the intersection have seen his true face.

Seeing that it was him, the stall owner hurriedly said: "It turns out to be Mr. Lu. These oil-paper umbrellas...are all made by the little one at home."

He wasn't worried that Lu Fang would steal his small business.

Just answering this is no different from not saying anything.

Lu Fang asked again: "Then do you know if there is paper that is thinner and more transparent than this oil paper?"

The stall owner frowned and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm not sure about this one. Why don't you go to the bookstore and ask?"

"Thank you very much."

Lu Fang nodded and hurried to Sanwei Study Room.

Seeing the oil-paper umbrella, he had an idea.

As long as you can get extremely thin oil paper, there should be no problem in using it instead of plastic film.

"Shopkeeper Sun!"

Stepping into Sanwei Study, Lu Fang shouted at the counter.

At the same time, he glanced at the door position of Sanwei Study.

On the bookshelf, there is also his "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" series.

This made him a little happy.

This shows that the sales of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" should still be good.

"Yo!"

Sun Zhengqi raised his head and saw that it was Lu Fang, who hurriedly walked out from the counter and said, "Master Lu, why do you have time to come here and take a look today?"

Lu Fang hasn't been to his bookstore for a while.

Lu Fang laughed and said, "Of course I want to do business with you."

Sun Zhengqi's eyes lit up, "What business?"

Although he didn't know that Lu Fang "wrote" Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, he was still looking forward to Lu Fang publishing another collection of poems.

Lu Fang said: "Do you have any oil paper here? It's the kind used to make oil paper umbrellas. But the oil paper I want needs to be extremely thin, preferably like cicada wings, which can keep out the rain but not the sun."

Sun Zhengqi was a little stunned.

After a few seconds, he said: "Such oil paper is not readily available. But it should be possible to make it."

Lu Fang was secretly happy, "Can it really be done?"

Sun Zhengqi nodded, "Master Lu, if you want something very thin and transparent, just use single paper. Then soak it in tung oil to make oil paper, which can keep out the rain."

As he said that, he paused slightly, "It's just that the toughness is not very good and it will be easily damaged."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Fang said: "As long as it can block some wind and rain. How much does it cost you to make this paper?"

Sun Zhengqi thought for a moment and said, "How big do you want it to be?"

Lu Fang said: "The bigger the better."

Sun Zhengqi then added: "Our largest single paper is Zhangliu. Adding labor and tung oil, the oil paper made in this way costs about... ten taels of silver per cut."

One sword is one hundred sheets.

A six-foot piece of paper is about five meters long and two meters wide.

This is indeed the largest paper on the market in the Chongqing Dynasty.

Lu Fang secretly made plans in his heart.

This works out to ten copper plates per piece of paper.

Not expensive, but not cheap either.

He nodded and said, "Then make a knife for me!"

As he spoke, he took out the silver ingot and placed it on the table.

He doesn't care about this little money now.

As long as the greenhouse can be built, the cost is only a small amount.

"become!"

Sun Zhengqi quickly agreed, "Then you can come and pick it up in about ten days."

Of course, I wouldn't ask Lu Fang what he intended to do with this kind of oil paper.

Lu Fang nodded and left Sanwei Study.

I returned to the BESTORE and went into my room again.

After ten minutes, I went out, holding a painting in my hand, and found Zhu'er in front, "Zhu'er, do you know any bamboo craftsmen?"
To be continued...