"You made a mistake in how you scooped the pulp."

After Lu Qiqi finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, walked over to Zhao Zhiwei, and took the wooden frame from his hand.

She said, "The papermaking process is extremely meticulous, and the thickness of the paper is also very important."

The wooden frame is gently dipped three times in the bamboo pulp, and the resulting paper is thin.

The wooden frame is vigorously dipped three times in the bamboo pulp, resulting in thicker paper.

As she spoke, she grabbed the wooden frame and placed it into the pool, swaying it back and forth in the water three times before lifting it out.

Lift the wooden frame, pull out the bamboo curtain, and place it upside down on the gauze.

The bamboo curtain was removed from the gauze, and a sheet of bamboo paper was made.

Seeing the pale yellow, smooth bamboo paper, Lu Qiqi smiled and said, "As long as you control your strength and practice diligently, you can ensure that this bamboo paper is of uniform thickness."

When the villagers saw that Lu Qiqi had actually made paper, they all gathered around to take a look.

Someone shouted, "It's done!"

Immediately, laughter filled the paper mill.

"Great! Now we don't have to worry anymore!"

"Yes! With this method, our lives will definitely get better and better!"

The villagers were still immersed in their dreams of the future when Lu Qiqi's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down their throats.

She said, "Once this batch of paper is finished, we can't do any more this year; we'll have to wait until next year."

"Village head, why is this?"

Lu Qiqi explained, "The best bamboo is the new bamboo from the Grain in Ear season. After that time, the bamboo becomes old and can no longer be used for papermaking."

Hearing this, the villagers became happy again, "It's the Grain in Ear season right now, this is perfect, we can cut down more bamboo!"

The laughter emanating from the paper mill grew even louder.

Now that bamboo paper can be made, the villagers still need to practice, so Lu Qiqi taught them how to make paper by swinging wooden frames in the papermaking workshop.

As evening approached, the villagers reluctantly left the paper mill.

After the villagers left, Lu Qiqi walked to the bamboo paper wall pasted on the bluestone slab. Looking at the strong bamboo paper, a sense of pride welled up in her heart.

On Wednesday, she also came over and said, "Sister Lu, you are so amazing. You know everything, and you even know about papermaking."

"Yes!" Li Changlong said, "I never thought it would actually work! If my dad knew, he'd be so happy he wouldn't be able to sleep at night!"

Lu Qiqi smiled faintly and said, "Let's go back, I'm hungry."

Lu Dahai prepared the meal and went to the courtyard to wait for the children to come home for dinner.

After a quiet afternoon, the area outside the courtyard suddenly became lively for some reason.

Lu Dahai hurriedly went out of the courtyard to see what had happened.

As soon as Lu Dahai poked his head out, a villager shouted, "Brother Lu, your daughter is really talented!"

"If they can even make paper, they must be the reincarnation of the God of Literature!"

Lu Dahai had been in Tianxin Village for many days, and as Lu Qiqi's third uncle, the villagers naturally treated him with courtesy. Over time, the neighboring families became somewhat familiar with him.

The villager who spoke had half-gray hair, and it was perfectly natural for him to call Lu Dahai "brother".

Lu Dahai didn't know that Lu Qiqi had opened a paper mill, but anyone would be happy to hear someone praising their family.

So he laughed and said, "My daughter has always been clever and hardworking, so she must have put in a lot of effort."

If it were anyone else, saying this would certainly be considered boasting, but when it comes to Lu Qiqi, it seems like she's being overly modest.

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Young man, you're in for a treat!"

After chatting for a few minutes, Lu Dahai returned to his courtyard.

Just then, the chickens in the yard crowed, catching his attention.

Lu Dahai thought that Lu Qiqi and the others had been busy all day, so he should prepare something good for them to eat.

So, he happily went into the kitchen and started boiling water.

I'm preparing to remove the feathers and make chicken soup to nourish the children.

......

Four days later, the first batch of bamboo paper was produced.

Lu Qiqi went to check the quality of the paper, bringing her own pen and ink with her to the paper mill.

Upon arriving at the paper mill, Lu Qiqi saw the villagers busily carrying out their tasks in an orderly manner.

Some people were making paper from bamboo pulp using wooden frames, while others were squeezing out excess water from the bamboo paper.

Some people use pliers to cut open one corner of the bamboo paper. This is done to make the bamboo paper easier to separate and dry, reducing damage to the bamboo paper.

With Lu Qiqi's instruction, the villagers quickly learned how to make paper.

The four pools can produce 800 sheets of paper a day, a speed that the villagers consider a remarkable leap forward.

But Lu Qiqi told them that as long as they practiced, they could make even more paper in the future.

It's not difficult for one person to copy four or five hundred sheets of bamboo paper every day.

After hearing Lu Qiqi's words, the villagers became even more motivated, and they couldn't wait to rush to the paper mill as soon as they put down their bowls.

Lu Qiqi walked towards the small room in the papermaking workshop. Behind the small room was a side room, which Lu Da had deliberately separated so that there would be a place to store the bamboo paper.

This small room is just the right size for the person in charge of keeping the books.

Lu Qiqi took a calligraphy brush and an inkstone and went into the small room.

The room was empty, containing only a desk and a chair.

Lu Qiqi placed the brush and inkstone on the desk, intending to use her mind to summon some water from her spatial storage to grind the ink, when she was startled by the sound behind her.

"The village head?"

As soon as Lu Qiqi turned her head, she saw Zhao Zhiwei, who had just come out of the warehouse.

She said irritably, "At least make some noise when you walk!"

Zhao Zhiwei was taken aback and quickly apologized.

Lu Qiqi didn't really hold it against him; the cloth shoes made by the villagers were meant to be silent when walking.

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