Zhao Zhiwei took the bamboo curtain and placed it in the wooden frame.
The wooden frame was also specially made; iron hooks hung on both sides of the frame, and hemp ropes were pulled upwards and tied to the roof beams.
Zhao Zhiwei lifted the upper wooden frame and placed the bamboo curtain in the gap between the wooden frames.
Once the wooden frame is replaced, the bamboo curtain fits snugly against it.
With the papermaking tools ready, Zhao Zhiwei held the horizontal bar on the wooden frame with both hands and placed the frame directly into the bamboo pulp pool.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, he scooped out the paper.
However, the pulp he scooped up was still water and bamboo fluff; it didn't resemble paper at all.
Upon seeing this, the villagers began to discuss it amongst themselves.
Why isn't the paper coming out?
"Yes! Didn't we follow the recipe exactly?"
"I didn't slack off at all when I was boiling the bamboo!"
"And you're still talking about it! We ran out of boy's urine, so I had to feed my two sons water all day long!"
Zhao Zhiwei refused to believe it was his mistake and put the paper into the bamboo pulp.
When he took it out, there were more bamboo fibers, but it still didn't have any trace of paper.
Immediately, Zhao Zhiwei's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.
what is going on?
Where exactly did things go wrong?
Just when he had put the paper into the water three times but still couldn't find any paper, and was about to give up.
Upon hearing Lu Qiqi's voice, she said, "The steps and the recipe are correct."
Upon hearing Lu Qiqi's words, the villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.
Neither of them is wrong! Could it be that the person is wrong?!
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