He also instructed the things of the next few days, and the high-level Moshi who sat around here received orders one by one, and each had his own affairs in charge.

The chaos that appeared, the ink artist was not too worried.

When the time comes, the local ink people in Shangqiu will come, the people who transport cattle and horses in the north will also return, and the ink people who go deep into the village community will also return, plus the people who moved from the village community, and the power in the hands of the ink people will be regarded as more than 300 elite armorers, and they will always be able to control the situation.

As Ji Chengzi said, as long as the people trust, relying on the ink alone is enough to suppress those witches, and the previous refusal was just to have the opportunity to gather everyone again and preach the righteousness of the ink man.

This can be regarded as a method that was learned from those rebel predecessors in the previous life, with a slight change.

In an era when there was no universal broadcasting, such as the First World War, because the princes and nobles of various countries organized together those people who did not have the opportunity to organize together, those who were proficient in propaganda took the opportunity to spread the idea in a big way—just worried that the idea spread slowly, but the biggest enemy was in a hurry to gather millions of people, which was very convenient.

In today's situation, it can be said that the opportunity is rare and full of confidence.

In Pei Ze, the high-level of these ink masters discussed the details of the future, and talked about how to kill people to be fierce and elated.

Outside of Peiyi, a group of farmers who have changed their fate by the ink have brought out a new landscape.

The wheelbarrow creaked forward, and the tired children sat on the cart, their father and brother pushed behind, and the mother and sister pulled in front, lined up in a long line, following a double-wheeled carriage towards the land of hope of their dreams.

The Land of Hope is not a specific place, and in the eyes of these village farmers, the closer they are to the Mo, the closer they are to Hope.

The Moshi responded in advance, and arranged the food and accommodation of hundreds of people from these dozens of households along the way, which was also a necessary means for the march to fight, but fortunately, the Moshi was no stranger to this matter.

The ink cart carried a lot of wheat, or some goods sent from Shangqiu, and even some gold.

They have already seen two gold, but they have never seen so many, but no one is tempted.

In their opinion, Shi is right, a good life depends on both hands, as long as they arrive in Peiyi, if they can really cultivate private land, these people have the strength.

Moreover, Sang Sheng's matter also gave them enough warning, once they did something greedy for ink and gold, they would always find out, where could the world accommodate them at that time?

The wheat harvest in May has brought them enough hope, and when the reeds who walked in the front were still reminiscing about the wheat harvest that day, the surrounding villages and communities who had listened to the suitable preaching handouts came to watch and praised one by one.

Before the advent of wheat flour, it may not be possible to praise it, wheat is just a multigrain and it is difficult to eat.

After the appearance of the matching wheat flour, the praise can no longer describe the shock at that time, watching the yellow and clear wheat with the taste of sunshine being crushed out, smashed out by the flail, washed and sent to the grinding plate to grind the wheat flour, the people of the village community have been convinced that the place where the ink is located is the closest place to hope.

This time, they didn't complain about it.

Now that the spring sowing time has been missed, it will take a long time to plant the wheat, and the people in the village community think that they will always be able to get a lot of land by then.

When they were about to arrive at Peiyi, they were answered by the inkers from afar, and after counting the gold, they asked these people to follow them to the temporary residence of the inkers in Peiyi.

Not in Peiyi, but by a river not far from Peiyi. There are some strange crops planted nearby, and there are also a lot of various kinds of wood, which seem to be doing something.

After a few people selected from the village community had eaten, they went to meet the ink people here, and they were greeted by Six Fingers and Qi Sui.

Six Fingers was originally a member of the village community, and they were all familiar with each other, so he said some things.

Juzi said that at this time, there is still some time before planting winter wheat, so for the time being, everyone in the village community will live here. There are things that you are asked to do, and every day you will be counted as money, and you can also be counted among the cattle and horses in the future. ”

Everyone didn't say anything, thinking that this matter was reasonable, even if they didn't ask them for a favor from Qian Mo.

Wei then looked around at the busy inkmen, and saw that several inkmen were standing barefoot in a sewage pond, using bamboo mats and other things to catch something.

A mud hut next to it was smoking, and I didn't know what was being barbecued on a hot day.

Two ink artists were carrying a stack of wooden frames to dry in the sun, on which a thin layer of paste appeared to have been fished out of a sewage pond.

Wei Qi said: "Just do this kind of thing? What is this doing? ”

Six Fingers smiled and said, "It's the grass silk that Shi once said." It can seal the window, and it can write without the need for bamboo slips. It means that I will ask you to help me do this for a while, and then I will go to reclaim the land and prepare for sowing after a while. ”

When everyone heard this, they all thought that the things that were said in the Promised Land appeared again, and it seemed that the days that the Promised Land had spoken of could really be fulfilled one day.

They were already extremely convinced, but now after a few months, they have seen something they have heard of and never seen, and the trust in their hearts is even stronger.

After the six fingers finished speaking, Zao Qi Sui took a few pieces of bamboo slips and organized everyone into Shiwu.

As early as when these people were on the road, they had already been told to prepare for this matter in advance.

The distribution of Shiwu and the preparation of straw silk books were also under the jurisdiction of the secretary, and the village community had already selected their own groups for common cattle cultivation when they were in Shangqiu, and at this time it was only a formalization of Shiwu.

It's not too troublesome to assign different jobs according to everyone's age, strength, and gender, but it's the first time I've done this kind of thing.

The so-called straw silk and the paper that everyone knows are nothing more than a few processes to manufacture.

If you can't make a good grade, it's not a problem to make some dim yellow colors that can make do with writing.

Women and children can do jobs like drying, which don't require much effort, but it takes a long period of patience.

And things like beating and foaming need to have enough strength.

There is no time to do the hydraulic pestle mortar for the time being, and these ink artists have only made a few attempts first.

As for things like boiling, pressurizing water, and unwrapping paper, some people need to do it full-time, so as to continuously improve the technical level.

These processes are written on the bamboo slips, the words are simple, and all the receptacles of the Qi Sui are recognized.

The proportion of manpower required for each process is written according to 100 people, and the strength and fatigue required for each process are also different.

These people were all villagers who believed in ink, and they had no complaints about the distribution, and they explained the difference between the various processes to divide the money they received each month, and everyone had no opinion.

I thought it was a very troublesome thing, but I didn't want it to be completed in a long time, and I secretly sighed in my heart that I had already prepared.

You don't need to tell all the villagers about what you have explained, you only need to communicate with the person who has been selected for mutual farming.

The process process written in advance is also roughly calculated for the required manpower, including logistics and cooking, and other people are also arranged, so it can be said that as long as someone can fill in the bamboo slips.

For the time being, the whole process does not require too many people, because there are not many materials to soak before, and the amount of cutting bamboo, peeling bark, and collecting wheat straw is not enough.

After being busy with these things, the woman who was selected to cook went to prepare the meal first, and the mouth that had not been opened by the Emperor finally couldn't help it.

"You have come just in time, this straw is very complicated to make, and it will take a long time. It has to be soaked and boiled, and it is also necessary to dry and press the water. For more than a month, I have been busy with the previous things, and today is just about to uncover the straw, so you might as well take a look. ”

"I don't know if I can do it, and I don't know if I can do it at the first time, but if I can do it, it would be great. I can already imagine what this straw looks like, and it's really good for writing, and I don't have to split bamboo anymore......"

The method of papermaking is not suitable for secrecy. Since it is not said that secrecy is not mentioned, it can be said casually that it is the printing press that is required to keep secrets, so as to monopolize the dissemination of information.

In the early days, paper could be made for its own use, and in the later period, it was desirable that all countries were making paper, and it could be sold like wheat flour to spread the reputation of the ink maker, and also make the paper a commodity, and the ink maker could buy it directly without having to divide the manpower to do it.

Once the crowd is gathered, you can make some luxury goods and monopoly goods to make a profit, and you don't need to spend your mind on wasting manpower on papermaking.

If others don't make it, the price won't be low. The lower, the better.

As long as the printing technology is monopolized, and the sons of those schools are allowed to copy by hand, they will definitely not be able to get the overwhelming printing propaganda of the inkers.

Moreover, I really want to know what the school of thought of Yang Zhu and Liezi is, and with paper, I think these people will write more content, and they don't have to say things to save space. The later generations of the Yang Zhu School only haunted the background of some articles, and those "great rebellion" ideas have long been annihilated, so I am really curious.

Although he didn't know what he was thinking, he knew that the secretary didn't say that this matter was kept secret, which meant that this matter could be seen casually.

Now that the ink artists here already know the process, the feeling of excitement is only left at the last moment to see if the paper can be uncovered, and he hopes that these people can share their excitement.

Everyone was also curious, and followed Zao Mi Qisui to the smoking earthen house, and as soon as they entered, they felt that the heat was overwhelming.

The rudimentary adobe bricks made up the middle of the wall where a fire could be made, and two inkmen were carefully taping some wet paper to the wall with two small copper tweezers.

And in the innermost place, the walls are covered with dry paper, and Xiaosheng, who is usually silent and thoughtful, is carefully tearing down with his hands.

Everyone present held their breath, wanting to witness this moment, for fear that Xiaosheng would tear this piece of straw to pieces.