Lin Ke felt somewhat awkward after entering the micro-world. Of course, the awkwardness was mainly between her and Zhang Jian, while the others just watched with amusement.

After Zhang Jian sent out his message, Lin Ke also sensed something. Although her attitude towards Zhang Jian remained the same, somewhat harsh, Zhang Jian could occasionally feel a hint of tenderness in Lin Ke's eyes, which made him feel a little strange.

Putting Zhang Jian aside, everyone's attention is now focused on papermaking. This concerns everyone's delicate bottoms and anuses; how could they not be concerned?

Pour the boiled pulp onto a filter screen; the plant fibers will naturally remain, while the water will be filtered out.

Unfortunately, the nettle filter wasn't very effective, and the paper that came out after drying didn't look very good.

but!

Wiping my bottom is no problem!

The appearance of toilet paper doesn't matter; as long as it's paper, everyone's happy.

The papermaking technology still needs improvement and has many flaws, but everyone is already quite satisfied. As long as there is no waste, everyone will have no trouble wiping their bottoms with paper in the future.

This is very important; it's a major milestone for humanity.

How can I tolerate not having toilet paper to wipe my bottom?

The most important issue in papermaking today is filtration. Actually, this applies not only to papermaking but also to brewing; there's no suitable filtration layer. Unless they change the method, like rolling out dough to flatten it, but their pulp is too coarse, making the paper too thick.

They currently only have nettles as a plant, making it difficult to solve this problem.

They have other things to do next.

The climate and soil of the island in the middle of the lake seem to be different from other places. It's only been a short time since summer started, and some of the mangoes on the island have already ripened.

There were so many mangoes on the island that no one could possibly eat them all, so Xia Yue took Li Su'er, Linglong, and Xiao Qi to help pick mangoes and dry them into mango slices.

Having too many mangoes is also a problem, and since no one wants to waste them, making them into dried mangoes is the best option. They don't have enough sugar or honey to make jam.

Although beekeeping has started, it's not honey harvesting time yet. The sugarcane is also far from ripe.

The mangoes had only been ripe for a few days when the peanuts at the Xijiehe campsite were also ripe.

They had been looking forward to this batch of peanuts for a long time. They found the peanut field when they first started developing the resources of the Xijie River, and now they are finally ripe.

The peanut field is quite large, with a lot of peanuts. Since the oil pressing workshop is located at the Xindu camp, these peanuts must be transported back. Building another oil pressing workshop at the Xijiehe camp is impossible; it would be too much trouble.

Most peanuts are pressed for oil, and only the rest are eaten.

On the night the first batch of peanuts was transported back, Wang Bing stir-fried a pot of peanuts.

Plump peanuts wrapped in red skins and sprinkled with salt make the perfect snack to accompany drinks.

Then, pair it with beef jerky, dried fish, and sauce, and serve with a plate of mint salad—it's absolutely heavenly!

It took three horses two trips to transport all the peanuts back to the camp.

The long-dormant oil pressing workshop is finally about to be restarted.

People who entered the micro-world later had never seen this ancient method of oil pressing before, and they were very interested.

Jiang Bo also personally took to the field. While others were grinding, steaming, and wrapping the oil cakes, he made some modifications to the oil press.

Now, he has his own oil pressing workshop. He learns from the experienced masters every day, accumulates a lot of experience, and discovers some problems with pressing oil once.

Hong Gui also helped build some parts to modify the hand-operated oil press, which took two extra days. Finally, they could do the final oil extraction.

To be honest, it's really impressive to see men lifting oil hammers to press oil.

This time, Jiang Bo was at the front controlling the oil hammer, while Chen Yang, Hong Gui, Yun Hu, and Hou Yu were at the rear ramming hammer.

"Bump!" Jiang Bo gave the order, and the group exerted their strength together.

The oil hammer slammed forward with astonishing force, producing a resounding crash like a great bell. The oil cakes were squeezed and began to leak oil.

"Collide!"

"Collide!!"

"Collide!!!"

With each strike of the oil hammer, the entire oil pressing workshop seemed to vibrate, the keel supporting the hammer firmly.

The clear peanut oil flowed out of the oil cake, down the oil trough into the oil vat, and people who came later watched this scene in amazement.

Even Ding Qihan and Ding Aiqi's mothers showed expressions of surprise.

When someone wields power to such an extent, very little can elicit a significant emotional response from them. She had experienced this traditional craft before, but this time was different.

She witnessed firsthand the peanuts being transported by fast horse, personally roasting, sun-drying, grinding, and steaming the peanuts, and then making oil cakes with everyone. Seeing the oil come out, she was actually quite moved.

It wasn't just her; everyone else was the same.

Li Sen was filming this scene with his camera.

In this temperature, the men were drenched in sweat. They took off their shirts, revealing their strong upper bodies, and continued to pound the oil hammers.

The men in charge of pressing oil this time weren't all in bad shape, just different types. When their bodies were soaked with sweat, the women present couldn't take their eyes off them. They were a hundred times more masculine than those so-called muscular men in the gym.

This will also be documented in their documentary, but unfortunately, the process of making the oil press cannot be filmed, and they won't be making it again for the documentary. Filming for the documentary is currently progressing smoothly; the construction of the new house and the papermaking have provided a lot of material for the documentary.

"My Guigui is so handsome!" Li Sen couldn't help but say, his pinky finger pointing upwards with delight.

“Yes, they’re all very handsome,” Li Su’er said.

It just so happens that all the people in charge of pressing oil this time are in relationships, and their partners are standing by watching.

"I think Hou Yu is really handsome too," Li Ye said softly.

Hou Yu nearly dropped his oil hammer upon hearing this. He'd been working out so hard for so long, and this was the first time he'd ever heard Li Ye say something like that.

His relationship with Li Ye has undergone a qualitative change since entering the Micro World. Li Ye no longer minds sleeping with him, and the two are only one step away from taking the final step. Hou Yu feels that there is a great chance.

The oil pressing operation lasted for two days, with the final oil extraction taking place at night. It was too hot during the day, and holding the oil hammer was no easy task; one would be drenched in sweat even at night, let alone during the day.

These three large vats of pure, natural peanut oil, extracted using traditional methods, are enough for everyone to use for a long time. Even if you don't use it and try to save some, it's okay. Before grapeseed oil can be extracted, this peanut oil will definitely be more than enough, and there will even be camellia oil left over.

Next year, they can be pressed again. The diversity of microclimates and plants gives them many options. One oil press can extract multiple types of oil, giving them a wide range of choices.

Besides oil, they are now continuing their research on papermaking. And they plan to use bamboo pulp to make paper.

However, bamboo pulp papermaking is not that simple. The first step is soaking for three months, commonly known as "killing the green." Then there are a series of procedures such as peeling, chopping, crushing, grinding, and soaking, which are very complicated.

They plan to make more wood pulp paper for wiping their bottoms soon, while bamboo pulp paper can be used for writing or, like in ancient times, for making window paper or screens.

People can't live just to wipe their butts.

(End of this chapter)