call--
Xianjin let out a long breath silently.
Six zhang Xuan.
After half a year of preparation and almost suspending production at the Shuixi workshop, Li Sanshun led Zhou Ergou and the Zheng brothers to conduct intensive experiments. They searched for the best elm bark, rice straw and kiwi vines around Jingxian County, and repeatedly steamed the elm bark at high temperature and soaked it in cold water. After the raw materials were optimized to the point where they could not be better, Li Sanshun finally nodded and said, "We can try making Liuzhang Xuan."
Liuzhang Xuan has disappeared from Jing County and even the entire Xuancheng Prefecture since the death of Master Li Laozhang.
Fifty master chefs worked together in two rows to continue scooping up paper.
Master Li Sanshun is still at the helm.
After the first bamboo curtain was successfully fished out, Li Sanshun's face was visibly relaxed, and he listened attentively to the sound of the water and the rhythm of the pulp flowing on the bamboo curtain.
"rise!"
The second, third, fourth...
Xianjin stared at the pool intently, sniffed, his nose felt a little sore, and wiped the corners of his eyes, which seemed to be a little wet.
No reason.
Just for this group of craftsmen, just for this Chinese craft that has been passed down for thousands of years and has become increasingly sophisticated.
Xianjin couldn't help but applaud them.
What's the saying in later generations?
It’s not that China is without luxury goods.
But China's luxury goods can be bought with more than just money.
The romance of waiting in China is not only described as “Flowers bloom, willows darken, and the sky is filled with sorrow; I climb the city walls and even the towers”, nor is it just “No one outside the door cares about the falling flowers; the green shade slowly spreads across the horizon”. It is about being willing to wait for four seasons for straw and bark to dry, to wait for five years for a celestial being to grow up, and to wait for decades for a young boy to grow up to be a helmsman who listens to the rhythm of the water.
Willing to spend all my time, make a piece of paper, draw a picture, and wait for someone.
Xianjin lowered his brows and eyes, hiding a tear.
This is the romance of China.
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