Good things don't necessarily come in pairs, and sometimes, when you are not prepared, they will give you a few more things, which is the so-called surprise.

Just when Ma Chao hadn't thought about how to reward the old farmer who invented the roasted tea process, Han Feng jumped in front of Ma Chao with a smile and said loudly: "Young master, it's done, it's done!" ”

"What a system! Han Feng, you are now also the head of the Ma family, with hundreds of thousands of craftsmen and servants under your command, how can you convince your subordinates if you are so frivolous and reckless? Ma Chao pretended to shout, under the joy brought by the roasted tea process, Ma Chao's eyes were already full of money-like colors, and where would he really reprimand Han Feng.

Han Feng, who has been with Ma Chao for so long, why doesn't he understand Ma Chao's temper? However, he was still happy, pretending to tidy up his instrument and scratched his head: "Young master, do you remember the incident of asking the R&D Institute to improve the method of papermaking two months ago?" The subordinates just got the news that the R&D Institute has finally made better paper. ”

"Paper?" Ma Chao was really stunned this time, people said that paper-making glass and gunpowder were added, and the people who crossed did not leave their hands. Glass and gunpowder are secondary, Ma Chao feels the most inconvenient for more than half a year is still paperless, and he has to scrape around with bamboo chips to go to the toilet, and then he must take a bath immediately: no wonder the ancients took so many baths.

It is not entirely true to say that Ma Chao is paperless and available. At this time, there was already rough hemp paper, which was the kind of paper that Cai Yan used to let Ma Chao leave a notebook last time. But this kind of hemp paper is actually a thin sheet of fiber formed from the residue of silk cotton, which cannot withstand pulling at all. Not only that, this kind of hemp paper is extremely expensive, even among the aristocratic class of the Han Dynasty, it has never really been popularized, if Ma Chao uses this to wipe his buttocks, then Meng Da must have the heart to kill Ma Chao.

For the sake of my own ass, and for the progress of this writing culture. Of course, the first is a necessary condition, and the latter is nothing more than a sufficient condition. Ma Chao ordered the craftsmen of the Arsenal R&D Institute to improve the papermaking process.

At this time, the arsenal was no longer a Lockheed Martin arms monopoly company, and it was still undertaking various inventions and creations. It's just that because the papermaking process is too cumbersome, Ma Chao thought that even if the R&D Institute did its best research, it would take a year and a half to make paper with better quality and cheaper cost, but he never thought that he would have an eyebrow in just two months.

Thinking of this, Ma Chao was not in a hurry, and said to Han Feng: "It's good to make it, but I haven't eaten until now, no matter what earth-shattering things are, I'll wait until I have eaten this meal." ”

Ma Chao said, pulled the large army and walked leisurely towards the canteen of the farm, Han Feng hurriedly followed behind him, and asked, "Young master, aren't you in a hurry at all?" ”

"What am I anxious about?" Ma Chaowaner, "I learned that I was fortunate and lost my life." As long as you really make it, I will go for a while, and the paper will not grow wings and fly on its own. ”

Han Feng thought about it, isn't this the truth, it seems that the young master is the young master, Han Feng didn't say anything more, and silently followed behind Ma Chao.

But what he couldn't imagine when he was killed was that Ma Chao thought in his heart at this time: Anyway, the young master of your family, I won't go to the toilet at this time, it's a hot day, so I can't go to the arsenal to get a toilet paper......

However, after eating, Ma Chao didn't think so. He had a vague premonition: in the next hour or two, it would be the moment when his ass witnessed a miracle!

After entering the arsenal, those craftsmen were already familiar with Ma Chao. There is no longer the humble kowtow that happened at the beginning. However, there was more passion and respect along the way. Seeing Ma Yu coming, he said hello earnestly, just working hard. With such changes, Ma Chao couldn't help but be secretly proud in his heart.

After arriving at the papermaking workshop, Ma Chao had a rough look along the way, and the production process of raw materials such as washing, cooking, and rinsing had already taken the prototype of an assembly line, and he couldn't help but nod again.

Walking into the main house, Ma Chao saw Zheng Hun sweating profusely at first sight, Zheng Hun's appearance is much more handsome than these craftsmen, and his gestures are quite elegant on weekdays, but at this time, he has no image at all, and he is a laborer who has been exploited.

Han Feng, who walked in behind Ma Chao, shouted as if he was afraid that it would not be lively enough: "The young master is here." ”

After this voice sounded, the eyes of the whole room were fixed on Ma Chao, Ma Chao had long been accustomed to this kind of high-profile situation, and said with a faint smile: "Han Feng said that the improved paper has been completed, so I will come over to take a look, you can do your own thing normally." ”

Zheng Hun immediately came over to greet Ma Chao, and then ordered another worker to go to the back to pick up the paper, and at the same time personally brought a chair to Ma Chao, wiped it clean before inviting Ma Chao to sit down. Then he began to report the improved process and process to Ma Chao, and Ma Chao also pretended to listen with great interest, he couldn't chill the heart of this inventor and discourage people's enthusiasm, right?

Soon after, the paper worker returned to the house, Zheng Hun took the sample from his hand, respectfully held the paper in both hands and handed it to Ma Chao.

Ma Chao took the small dozen pieces of paper, and his hands, which had been accustomed to heavy bamboo slips for more than half a year, couldn't adapt to this light and fluttering feeling for a while. He held the paper left and right, stretched out the thumb and middle finger of his right hand and pulled out a Mosuo back and forth, only to clearly feel that it was much thinner than a piece of bamboo, and it was not much different from modern paper.

However, the paper is faintly yellow in the sun, not as white as snow, and from time to time you can see some tiny fibers hanging on it. Of course, these are also unavoidable, and even the paper produced in large quantities in the current paper mills has this defect.

The important thing is how flexible the paper is. Ma Chao tore it slightly, but the paper was not affected at all, it was already very strong. After finally putting his mind at ease, Ma Chao laughed happily and said, "Bring a pen." ”

Han Feng knows Ma Chao best, how can he not know Ma Chao's habits? Skillfully handing out a brush, Ma Chao took the pen and expressed his appreciation for Han Feng's very eye-catching behavior, and then dipped it in the ink that had been adjusted, his mood was agitated, he took out a piece of paper and put it flat on the table, his left hand gently pulled up his long sleeves, his right hand shook his wrist slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly: Hey, let's copy it...... We really don't have the feelings of that literati, it's not that we are excited to write poems, and we immediately have the goods in our stomachs......

The girls who came in with Ma Chao, Han Ying and Yun'er didn't have much interest in Ma Chao's writing, and the two still looked at each other with provocative eyes from time to time, full of combat effectiveness. And Cai Yan reconciled in the middle, so he didn't cause a big disaster. However, at this time, seeing that Ma Chao was going to write again, Cai Yan's eyes lit up, and he no longer had the heart to care about these two.

Ma Chao wrote a poem on the paper: Lying in a lonely village and not mourning, Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream.

At first, he was a little unaccustomed to it, but then he wrote more and more smoothly, and he felt that when his wrist was exerted, it was like flowing water. Until the end, Ma Chao looked at this familiar and unfamiliar piece of paper, and his heart suddenly calmed down: This late Han Dynasty is an era like a blank paper, and I, Ma Chao, am a painter with a splendid chest, I can smear it on this paper according to my will!

Ma Chao's thoughts flew, and he felt that his mind had never been clearer than at this time.

After calming down, he said to Zheng Hun: "This paper can already pass the test, but the ink blurs a little faster is not beautiful, your task now is to try various ways to make better paper in the future, even if the quantity is small, it doesn't matter, as long as there are three or five finished products, understand?" ”

Zheng Hun vaguely knew the significance of paper being mass-produced, but he was far less thorough than Ma Chao's, seeing Ma Chao's serious expression, his heart was also a pang, and he claimed to be at the moment.

"Well, but if it can be mass-produced, no one will say anything about it in the future, right?" Well, the ultimate reason is that the ass is to blame!

Just when Ma Chao was thinking about a happy life in the future, Cai Yan saw that Ma Chao was about to leave, and said, "Brother Chao, can I give this poem to Yan'er?" ”

"If Yan'er likes it, just take it." Ma Chao didn't care, waved his hand and said.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his waist on the left and right sides. Looking around left and right, he saw that Han Ying and Yun'er both had a vigilant look, and the Qianqian jade hand invariably pinched the soft flesh on Ma Chao's waist.

Sure enough, the two daughters are jealous, and the three of them are war-torn wolves!