Besides, the young master Fusu was still buried in the workshop that was about to be the young mansion.

He was covered in paper pulp and was among a group of craftsmen. Because he had not had a rest for many days, he was originally handsome, but now he had dark circles and unshaven beards. He looked very terrible. Those who didn't know could not tell that he would be the eldest son of Daqin.

After nearly twenty days of hard work, Fusu personally checks every step from making utensils to making pulping.

Now, I finally got dozens of barrels of pulp.

Next, the most critical copying process was the most important, and Fusu seemed a little excited.

Since childhood, he has never been recognized by his father. Fusu knows that no matter what he does or says, he is useless in the eyes of his father.

This time, Fusu secretly swore in his heart that he would make the paper and completely change his father's previous views on himself.

For this reason, he stayed here for nearly twenty days and nights, just to get real recognition from his father.

"Get out of the way, let me do it!"

Seeing that the craftsman brought the copied bamboo curtain, Fusu snatched it over and decided to go into battle in person to complete the last key step in making paper.

He heard Li Yang explain the process of copying, so he was full of confidence. He took the bamboo curtain and sucked the barrel filled with wood pulp, so that the wood pulp was spread evenly, and the bamboo curtain was covered with a layer of mucous wood pulp.

The key to this process is that the wood pulp should be stored on the bamboo curtain, with moderate thickness and even thickness, so Fusu is very careful.

Repeat the curtain to make the wet paper fall on the board and it becomes a piece of paper.

In this way, the steps of swelling and covering the curtain are repeated to make the wet paper stack up.

While doing it, Fusu preached to the craftsmen around him: "Did you see it? Just do this. You must sweep the wood pulp evenly, as thick as silk."

The dozens of craftsmen around him nodded.

After Fusu saw that the craftsman understood, he asked the craftsman to take over and try.

Fortunately, these craftsmen are also skillful people. They can do it quickly after reading it.

Soon, thousands of wet papers were stacked, and then the wooden board was added to the top to squeeze out most of the water.

The next step is to wait for the wet paper to squeeze out most of the water under heavy pressure, and then lift the wet paper up and bake it dry.

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 placed on and dried. After drying, it is peeled off and turned into paper.

"Your Highness, the copying is progressing very smoothly now. You should hurry back and rest. Come tomorrow, the paper should be dried." He Zhang, who was beside him, had not seen him for more than ten days, had become like a ghost, looking even more sloppy than Fusu.

There is no way, even Fusu does it himself. How can he not accompany him as a young mansion?

Moreover, not only does Fusu have to do what he has done, but also does what Fusu hasn't done. When Fusu is resting, he may not be able to rest, and when he hasn't rest, he cannot rest.

After going through this struggle for nearly twenty days, to be honest, He Zhang felt like he was about to die in this workshop.

Although he also wanted to make this paper, and then get praise from His Majesty, and even keep it in history, he had to keep his life first. If the paper was not made, he would be burping first, wouldn't he betray him?

Now, he was really unable to hold on. He was sleepy and his head was dizzy. If he didn't rest, he was really worried that he would die.

So, what he is most urgent now is to invite Fusu back so that he can sleep well.

When Fusu heard this, he waved his hand excitedly and said, "I don't need to rest. Just continue to snatch in this workshop for a while in the evening. General He, look, this paper is already pretty good, we are about to finish the task, are you excited, are you happy? Haha... Let's stay here with me tonight. We must watch the wet paper turn from wet to dry little by little, from pulp to paper. Ah, I feel so excited when I think about it."

He Zhang almost cried when he heard this.

Put the wet paper in the brick alley to dry. We can’t watch it dry outside. We still have to stay here and watch. Isn’t this looking for a full meal? Isn’t it that people can live?

"Wow, General He is really more excited than me. His eyes are red. It seems that the general is obviously unintentional to rest. Since that's the case, the general will be here first. I will take a short look for a while." Fusu excitedly patted He Zhang's shoulder, then turned around and went to the temporary bed next to him to rest.

He Zhang: “…………”

Oh my God, the earth, what kind of evil did I, He Zhang, have committed?

He Zhang looked up at the sky, and wanted to cry without tears, feeling like he was ripping a dog.

He was stunned for a moment. For his life, he decided to make an excuse for Fusu and take a look.

So I quickly walked to Fusu's side and was about to speak, but I didn't say a word, because Fusu was snoring at this time...

He Zhang was simply shocked, ten seconds, only ten seconds! He actually fell asleep!

At this moment, it seemed like there were ten thousand grass horses galloping by his heart...

He had never seen a person who had claimed to be excited the moment before, and could snore like thunder the next second.

"Paper, my paper, He Zhang, have this young master's paper made?"

Just when He Zhang was speechless, suddenly, Fusu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and asked in surprise.

When He Zhang saw it, he was overjoyed and was about to answer. Fusu lay back on the bed and snored loudly again.

He Zhang: “…………”

Damn, he actually talks in his sleep!

A few seconds later, Fusu was so humble that he was happy again.

"Hehe, paper, my paper, hehehe..."

"He Zhang, how could you treat me like this? How could you treat me like this? I have a share in papermaking, why do you want to steal my credit...@%...#￥"

"He Zhang, you are so bold. I asked you to stay here and stare at them. You actually ran out. All this paper is useless. I want to kill you and take your life... Wow, dig up amp;#...#@"

…………

"……………” He Zhang looked confused.

I'm committing evil, what kind of evil did I do? This person is working hard to help him guard the workshop, but now he wants to kill himself in his dream...

He Zhang Lian was hit by a critical blow and felt seriously injured, not only physically but also fragile mentally.

With a helpless and bitter smile, He Zhang was completely speechless, and he felt a sense of vomiting blood.

He sighed, and he was exhausted and turned around and waved to one of his subordinates.

A subordinate hurried over and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"
Chapter completed!