"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a thump in the Qingque tribe, and Han Cheng carried a big stick and pounded it hard against the stone mortar that had not been used for a long time after having a water bulge.

The stone mortar is not millet but the bark of a tree that has been cut into sections.

Pulp is needed to make paper, which is another message about papermaking that he got from his vague memory after thinking hard.

Since it's a pulp, it's a big deal, and if you think of one or two straw fibers that sometimes appear in the workbooks of later generations, you can roughly understand what you need to make it look like.

Grinding with a stone mill makes it easier to pulp things, but it is not suitable for grinding the bark because the bark tends to get stuck in it.

Or in the future, after the papermaking technology of the Qingque tribe is more mature, it can be considered to improve the stone mill and create a stone mill specially used for grinding pulp.

Compared to grain, the bark is not at all easy to pound.

Sweating all over his body, it took almost an hour for Han Cheng to pound it into something that could barely be called a pulp.

Because he was not familiar with it, things did not go smoothly, after pounding it, scratching his head and thinking about it, thinking about the big pool on the quaint illustration, and then comparing and associating it with the previous grinding of tofu, Han Cheng finally made the bark of the pounded tree into an idle vat and blistered it with water.

Then follow the example of the person in the illustration and pretend to mess around for a while.

The smashed bark scattered into the water, but there was a lot of stuff floating on the surface.

This is the old bark.

It is the outer layer of the bark that is relatively hard.

When pounding the bark, Han Cheng pounded all the bark together, and compared to the inner bark, the outer one was much more difficult to pound.

So much so that there are still a lot of lumps that have not been mashed.

Recalling the awkward scene when he used to write about the place where unmashed fibers existed, Han Cheng consciously found a small linen cloth and tied it to a branch that nested into a circle to make a simple net pocket.

It is said to be a net bag, but in fact, it looks not much different from a fly swatter that is not too stretched.

One is that Han Cheng's craftsmanship is limited, and the other is that the Mabu tribe is not very wealthy.

The piece that Han Cheng was looking for was leftover from making clothes, and the materials were too frugal, so it was naturally extremely difficult to make them.

However, whether it is a net bag or a fly swatter, it is not a problem to fish out the slag of these things floating on the surface of the water tank.

After fishing, when I looked into the water tank again, it was suddenly much more pleasing to the eye.

The bark is pulped, and the next thing you need to do is how to make the pulp into paper.

Han Cheng, who was holding a fly swatter, was a little difficult to stand here.

What is the rectangular thing that the ancients are holding in the picture?

How do you have that thing to turn pulp into paper?

This is something that Han Cheng has been thinking about for a while now, but he has never thought about it.

The state in the head is not much different from the current pulp vat, it is all a ball of paste.

This is the case with many things, it is not difficult for those who will know, but it will not be for those who are difficult. The so-called interlacing is like separating mountains, and that's it.

Turning pulp into paper, which seems unworthy in the eyes of an insider, is enough to make people lose their hair in the eyes of a layman, Han Cheng.

Pregnant!

Han Cheng, who had been melancholy for a long time, suddenly became happy, and looked at the 'fly swatter' placed on the edge of the water tank with blazing eyes.

It's not how good the 'fly swatter' becomes, it's that I don't know when some pulp has stuck to it.

Han Cheng wanted to put it back in the water tank when he saw it, but when he touched it, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this thing felt very much like paper......

"Hahaha......"

In the Qingque tribe, there was a burst of wild laughter, and Han Dashenzi, who was carrying a fly swatter, was extremely happy.

After laughing, he threw the fly swatter in his hand to the ground and ran quickly to the place where the burlap was stored.

Calling the carpenter's lameness, and the people of the tribe who were proficient in sewing, after a while of cutting and beating, a rectangular thing one and a half meters long and eighty centimeters wide appeared.

On all four sides is a frame made of wood, and in the middle is a piece of linen cloth, which is a bit like the iron sieve used to sift sand when building houses in later generations.

This is what Han Cheng figured out through the 'fly swatter'.

Holding the newly made equipment in both hands, Han Cheng walked back to the edge of the pulp-soaked tank, put the proposed sieve-like thing aside and supported it with something, and then began to use the 'fly swatter' to scoop up the pulp in the tank, and after a little water, paste it on the simple sieve.

One piece after another.

After being confused like this for a while, Han Cheng stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly again.

This is because the pulp that is picked up from the tank with a 'fly swatter' is relatively flat, but when you put it down on top of a simple sieve, it can easily become crumpled.

Moreover, this piece of pulp the size of a fly swatter is not easy to connect to a piece, and it is easy to disconnect.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his head.

He threw all the pulp on the simple sieve back into the water tank, stirred it with a stick, and then filled it into the tank with the simple sieve.

Don't use the 'fly swatter' program, just get it on top of the simple sieve.

As soon as I tried it, I immediately felt that the effect was good, the fibers in the water were loose, the thickness was easy to control, and after getting out of the water, it was relatively smooth.

Moreover, the pulp attached to the sieve linen has become a whole, and even the things that do not form a lump will not happen again.

The only regret is that the simple sieve is too big, and the water tank is too small, so you can only put one end in it at a time, but you can make do with it.

Han Cheng laid a simple sieve with a layer of pulp on the mouth of the water tank, and a little bit of water slowly seeped out and fell into the water tank.

The late summer sun was still hot, quickly evaporating the water from the pulp.

Han Cheng, who was looking forward to the appearance of the paper, ran here several times in half a day, and came to see it once in a while.

As the water evaporates, these fibers also stick together and become more familiar paper.

The reason why I say it's familiar is because this thing is too rough.

A piece of paper can be thicker than twenty sheets of workbook paper in later generations, and there are many unbroken fibers distributed on it.

These are not the most serious, the most serious thing is that there are many small black particles in it.

This is the outer layer where the bark is mashed.

The large pieces floating on it were fished out by Han Cheng, but there was no way to get the small ones that sank to the bottom.

Moreover, such a thick paper is still relatively brittle, and when Han Cheng got it up from the simple sieve, he didn't get it right and broke a corner.

But even so, Han Cheng was holding this outrageously rough paper that no one would want to sell for scrap in the future, and he couldn't stop smiling.

Rough is a little rougher, but after all, it is the first piece of paper that appeared in the tribe and is very likely to be the world.

It brings a kind of light, a dawn that can save people from that unspeakable pain.

The second largest god stick in the tribe came over again, looked at it for a while, reached out and touched the paper, and after thinking for a while, finally began to ask aloud.

Wu's eyes are pointed, and he has seen all the actions of the Son of God in the past few days.

Judging from the experience of many times in the past, it is obviously extremely important to be able to make the Son of God treat things so solemnly, and it is of great effect on the tribe.

It's just that when he did it this time, Miko didn't say what he was going to do, and Wu didn't ask.

Rather than directly inquiring about the results, Wu is more willing to use his own observation and wisdom to guess what Miko has newly made.

This is a characteristic of a wise man.

The result of his own conjecture corroborates each other with what the Son of God said, and Wu is always happy to do such a thing, and he always finds it very interesting.

Especially when the result of his guess is the same as what the Son of God said, Wu Neng can be happy for several days.

Before asking, Wu actually already had his own answer in his heart, and his answer was cloth.

A brand new cloth that can be used to make clothes or other fabrics.

The reason for this conjecture is that as linen cloth has become more and more widely used in the tribe, the people in the tribe have deeply realized the benefits and importance of this kind of thing that is similar to leather, but not the same.

Moreover, this new thing made by Miko, in terms of size and shape, is indeed more like cloth, and it can be folded together like cloth.

"It's paper."

While Wu was waiting expectantly, the happy Han Cheng said the name 'paper' that Wu had never heard of before.

Paper? Wu was a little stunned, why is it not cloth?

Or is this paper also a kind of cloth, but the name is different.

It's like the child of the Son of God, who is called both Han Tong and Han Pea.

Thinking like this, Wu secretly nodded, feeling that his thoughts should not be wrong.

Then he asked Han Cheng what the paper was for.

"Wipe your ass!"

Han Cheng said excitedly.

This function of paper has been thinking about it day and night since he entered the primitive society, and it has long become his obsession.

At this time, when he heard Wu's inquiry, he said it without thinking.

Han Cheng, who was in a state of excitement, didn't notice at all how much impact he said on Wu who was looking forward to it.

Wu stood there with a stunned expression, as if someone had used a fixation technique, and he didn't even know that the rabbit in his arms had jumped to the ground.

After wasting so much effort and time, I used a lot of materials during this period, and I often made myself sad.

After causing it, he laughed and grinned to the root of his ears, which was happier than eating magpie.

In such a situation, you actually say that you made this kind of thing just to wipe your ass?

This...... It's turning too fast, isn't it?

Wu inexplicably remembered the scene when the wheelbarrow in the tribe broke down, and the wheel of the cart was thrown out.

Wu, who had been quiet for a while, finally relieved himself a little, and was making a final struggle with disbelief.

He wished he had misheard, so he asked again what the paper was for.

His hopes were immediately dashed, and it was extremely crisp, because Han Dashenzi, who was excited like a second fool with the paper, told Wu with a neat answer, and he heard it well at all, this is called a paper thing, which is used to wipe his buttocks.

Wu is completely messy, after gradually seeing a lot of new things with the Son of God over the years, he feels that he has become very knowledgeable, and under the influence of the Son of God, the whole person is also much wiser.

Now, however, he felt that his wisdom was insufficient, and that he could not keep up with the Son of God's train of thought.

How can something that was created by such trouble be used to wipe the butt?

It's just a wiping of the ass, can you use so much effort?

Is it the rocks and sticks that are not good?

It's just a matter of pulling a handful of grass, but I have to come up with so many tricks......

And this new thing you made is thick and hard to the touch, and there are many small black bumps on it, and it is really not as comfortable to use as grass......

The stunned witch said that he could not understand the current behavior of the Son of God at all.

Han Cheng, who was immersed in the joy of getting the paper and couldn't extricate himself, finally discovered that something was wrong with the witch's expression.

He was also a little stunned, wasn't this the first thing he used to make paper at this time?

After being stunned for a while, I reflected it, and I habitually looked at the problem from the perspective of future generations.

Looking back on what I have done, from the perspective of people of this era, it is indeed a little incomprehensible.

"That...... In addition to wiping the buttocks, it can also be used for writing. ”

Han Cheng stubbornly pulled back the trajectory that had deviated.

Can you still write?

Hearing this, he was stunned, and became a little lively again.

He stepped forward, ran his hand over the paper, looked at it for a while, and felt that it was not very useful for writing.

He thought about it, found a common stone pen, tried to carve words on it, and after a while he began to shake his head.

Writing on this, the writing is awkward, and it is not obvious, and it does not leave many traces.

And I couldn't use force, and the force I used in my hand was a little bigger, and the paper broke immediately.

Can this thing be used for writing?

This is not even comparable to a stone slab, let alone a fired clay slab......

Wu clutched at his head, which had lost a lot of hair, in great confusion.

The Son of God, who has never missed much, spent so much effort this time, how did he come up with such a useless thing?

The writing is not as good as the stone slab and the pottery board, and it is not as good as the stone and grass to wipe the buttocks, so how can it be ......

Looking at Wu who was squatting on the ground and scratching the only piece of paper with a stone pen and shaking his head, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle.

This is the first piece of paper, well, and it can be greatly improved after being improved.

And the pen you use is not right, the stone pen used to engrave on the pottery plate, no matter how good the paper is, it can't carry it!

Han Cheng was also full of grievances.

I just wanted to make the paper, and after it was easy to use, I immediately set out to find tin ore and get the bronze out.