The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Now that Yan Yu has a handle, the movement of making pulp is smoother.

Fishing from the top and bottom, the pulp can basically cover the entire bamboo curtain.

She removed the thin wooden strips on both sides, leaving a neat port on the edge, and quickly printed it on the stone slab, with gentle and soothing movements, and lowered the bamboo curtain from one side to the other.

The whole bamboo curtain is pasted on the stone slab.

Carefully uncover a little bit, and the pulp is separated from the bamboo curtain.

Yan Yu held her breath and opened it in slow motion.

The pulp was left on the slate, and it fit perfectly, without missing a beat.

Yan Laoer laughed so hard that he could see his teeth but couldn't see his eyes, and Li Xuemei also curled the corners of his mouth.

Qi Wu was shocked by everything, this...is...paper?

With a relatively perfect success, Yan Yu took advantage of the victory and pursued.

The bamboo curtain danced flexibly in her hands.

Layers of pulp are stacked together, and the edges are a little uneven, which is due to lack of skill and lack of alignment.

There is not a lot of discarded paper in their house, and they put it in their pockets, throwing it into the river and washing it day and night will inevitably take some away. The pulp is limited, and the color is much lighter than before.

Based on the principle of not wasting, Yan Yu scooped up all of them as much as possible.

When she finally stopped, Yan Lao Er turned his head, staring so intently that his neck became stiff.

"After that, the water is pressed out of the paper." Yan Yu's last curtain was still on top.

In order to make it more evenly pressed, she didn't use her hands, but took her wooden board for kneading dough. After placing it vertically, press it hard! ! !

Streams of water flowed from all directions.

Yan Yu withdrew his strength.

After thinking about it, I came again.

This time there was very little water.

Guessing that it was about the same, Yan Yu took the wooden boards away and watched their changes.

It was pulp just now, but now it looks like wet paper.

The next step is to peel off the paper.

There are only four simple words on the bamboo slips - lightly lift slowly.

Yan Yu felt that if he uncovered it now, it would be difficult to walk the distance to the fire wall with it, so it would be better to move them closer and stick them one by one.

She was just about to move when she remembered that Fifth Uncle Qi was still here.

"Uncle Qi, can you help me move this stone slab over there?" She pointed in the direction of the fire wall.

Qi Wu nodded with a solemn expression.

He stretched out his arms, squatted down in a lunge, and lifted the stone slabs on which the stack of papers were placed, always maintaining a stationary level and moving over at a constant speed.

Yan Yu: ...

Don't be so careful.

But the first time she did it, all the experience was accumulating, and she would know next time that the previous process should be closer to the firewall to save the effort of moving.

Master Lu's work is very meticulous, and the walls are very flat. After Yan Yu plans to make paper, she will also pick them to look at when they build fire walls. Right now, every fire wall in her house should meet the standard for stickers.

Lifting one edge with her little finger, she began to slowly peel off the paper.

The pulp of the first piece of paper was a bit thin, no matter how careful she was, she still tore it off and broke in the middle.

Yan Yu pursed her lips and pasted the half post on the wall.

Can not be wasted, half a sheet can also be used.

She had to peel it off again from the other end, and after peeling it off, there was a distorted gap between the two halves, and they looked at each other.

Li Xuemei took out a homemade brush and brushed it lightly, trying to make every part of the paper fit the fire wall perfectly.

Yan Yu was not in a hurry to reveal the second one, just to watch her mother brush the paper.

The brush was made from her father's pony tail, which was cut off about two inches long, and directly tied together with strands of thread to form a round brush with two sides.

One side is longer and the other is shorter.

The fire wall is pre-fired, the temperature is controlled, and the temperature is moderate.

As soon as the paper was placed on the wall, there was gradually a change visible to the naked eye.

The moisture is evaporating and the paper is drying out.

This change is undoubtedly welcome.

Yan Yu slowly laughed.

Enthusiastically, he peeled off the remaining paper bit by bit and pasted it on the wall.

The paper was peeled off very smoothly, with almost no damage.

All the places Yan Yu could reach on the fire wall were covered with plasters, and Yan's second child joined the ranks of helpers. Although he was not very tall, at least he was taller than his daughter.

At the end, Qi Wu also helped.

He didn't want to, but who told him to be the tallest here.

When the last piece of paper is pasted on the fire wall.

Yan Yu spontaneously felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

With her little hands behind her back, she carefully looked at the papers she had made from left to right and from right to left.

Slowly found the problem.

As the paper dries, it already has a rough shape.

The most suitable thickness of the pulp is not when the bamboo curtain is thickly covered at the beginning, but when the pulp is slightly lighter in the middle and late stages.

This level of paper is closest to the paper he uses at home.

And Yan Yu likes the thickness of the middle and front sections, which is closer to modern paper. It should be better to write with charcoal pens, so there is no need to worry about cutting the paper too hard.

The sheets with the thickest pulp can be used as genuine leather.

Thin ones, hey hey hey!

They can finally produce their own paper, and they no longer have to worry about running out of roll paper, and face the entanglement of whether to use bamboo chips again.

According to the bamboo slips, the step of the fire wall is called baking paper.

The baking time should not be too long, otherwise it will easily wrinkle and become brittle.

The baked paper will also be placed on a paper rack to ventilate for a few days.

Put up a few poles, and a simple shelf is ready in no time.

Instead of peeling off the paper in the order of the stickers, they took off the paper in order from thin to thick, and put them on the shelf one by one.

"Do you still need to wait? I think it can be used now." Yan Er Er touched those thin sheets.

"Wait a little longer, Dad, don't be in a hurry for a few days." It was rare for Yan Yu to be impatient.

This is her painstaking effort, and each sheet is copied out of paper with her two small arms holding up a bamboo curtain.

Who knows, the arms are sore, okay?

Nanny Rong happened to come over to greet them for dinner.

Qi Wuxiang had a fire burning behind his buttocks, and ran away in a hurry.

Yan Lao Er was not hungry after eating late last time, so he said that he didn't have lunch, thought about it, and followed Qi Wu to his house.

"Second Brother Yan, my meal is ready." Qi Wu said seriously.

Second Yan: ...

I'm not here to catch you back to my house for dinner, don't be afraid.

Master Lu took over the job of building the Qi family's house, and after obtaining the consent of Yan's second son, he sent his nephew over to repair the part that Qi Da and the others built themselves.

The three brothers spared no effort to build their house, and the foundation was solid, but the leveling was a bit poor and not level.

It has to be leveled first, and then the bricks can be laid up later.

"I'll come and see if I can help."

In fact, Yan Laoer wanted to make a good plan for the Qi family.

For example, the cellar should be as big as it can be, and it should be dug if it can't be big.

Qi Wu's carpentry skill is the only one for Scorpion Baba in their village, so it's best to get him a workshop and enjoy the "single favorite" treatment of the whole village.

Cough cough, mainly because if it is too cold in winter, I can’t work in the yard. I have a house with a fire wall. It would be nice for Maodong to beat wood at home.

Instead of going out to buy furniture, Yan Laoer would rather let his brother earn money for his family.

Don't be cheap to outsiders.

ok, we have paper~

Thin, thick, and various uses, paper is really a good thing~~

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Before 0 o'clock in the next update~