For the next ten days, Zhao Hao did not return to the city. He stayed in the imperial farm to take care of all papermaking matters.
Finally, before the end of the month, the first batch of 300 sheets of white linen paper were successfully produced.
After drying, flattening and cutting, three hundred sheets of white paper with obvious traces of plant fibers were finally presented to everyone.
The paper has no glossiness and the thickness is not very uniform. The most important thing is that there are too many traces of plant fibers on it, and they are too obvious.
These are all problems with the production process.
However, this still made Wang Mengyu, Zheng Zhiqian, and Luo Bi extremely excited.
Because, they succeeded!
Paper can really be made from white linen, and it is a very tough paper.
It would be more than enough to make a book.
Zhao Hao looked at the finished white linen paper and was quite dissatisfied.
Because there is still a big gap between the state of paper and what he imagined.
At least the white linen paper should be whiter and the thickness should be more even. It’s not that there must be traces of fibers on it, but they should be reduced a little.
These all require re-optimization of the process.
We need to make some changes in the processing of raw materials.
Seeing Zhao Hao's expression, Wang Mengyu immediately said, "Brother Hao, this paper is already quite good. Are you still not satisfied?"
Zheng Zhiqian also said: "Brother Hao, our paper is made of white linen, the cost is too cheap, it will definitely be popular if it reaches this level."
But Zhao Hao shook his head.
"This quality can only be described as just passable, mediocre, and far from the best in my mind."
"How about this, in the next two days we will start with the processing of raw materials, re-optimize it, and re-experiment each step."
"We'll see how it works then."
Hearing what Zhao Hao said, the three of them were all scratching their heads.
This is obviously already very good.
Is it really necessary to continue improving?
The key is, can it be improved further?
Zhao Hao picked up a few pieces of paper and went back to his room without paying any attention to Wang Mengyu and the others.
How should I put it? This paper just highlights its antiquity.
It's really not very beautiful.
After looking for a while, Zhao Hao took out the entire papermaking process notes again and began to re-optimize the process step by step.
After several days of modification and experimentation, he finally succeeded in making paper that made him extremely satisfied on October 6th.
Each piece of paper is of uniform thickness. Although it is not completely pure white, it is already that kind of milky white that is extremely beautiful and extremely pleasing.
Fiber traces are also reduced by more than 90%.
There are only about three to five traces on each piece of paper, and this is for a whole piece of paper.
If it is cut into small sheets, an obvious line will only be seen on about six or seven sheets.
Moreover, the touch feel is much better than before. It looks very smooth overall and no longer as numb as before.
The most important point is that after a series of adjustments, with the same amount of raw materials, more paper can be produced than before.
In short, it really reached a level that made Zhao Hao feel satisfied.
At this point, the papermaking workshop officially achieved complete success.
That evening, Zhao Hao held an extremely grand celebration banquet in the President's Mansion.
All the one thousand workers in the workshop, as well as the women who had been hired to cook, participated.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Wang Mengyu's face turned red from drinking and he walked among the crowd with a glass of wine.
"Everyone, today is the day when our papermaking workshop is a great success. Today is also a day that will definitely go down in history."
Well, these words, these workers who were just tenant farmers, basically couldn’t understand them.
But Wang Mengyu didn't care about that and continued to speak drunkenly: "And all this was brought about by the Lord."
"Now, let us invite the lord to say a few words to everyone!"
Hearing what he said, all the workers put down their chopsticks and looked at Zhao Hao.
Seeing this, Zhao Hao could only glare at Wang Mengyu helplessly.
He hated talking the most at this time.
Just like in the previous life, just drink at the table, don’t talk shit!
But since everyone was looking at him eagerly, he had no choice but to go along with it.
Standing up from his seat, Zhao Hao glanced at everyone one by one.
"Well, in that case, I will just say a few words."
"Just now, Prince Wang said that today will be a day that goes down in history."
“That’s not wrong.”
"Because the paper we make will be made into books and then sold on the market."
"You all know that our white linen paper is not expensive."
"So after the books are made, the selling price is much lower than that of bamboo paper books."
"This will allow more families that are not wealthy to afford books."
“Let more children from ordinary families who want to study be able to afford it.”
"So, what you are doing is a great cause that benefits the country and the people!"
"Of course, none of this matters!"
"The important thing is that our white hemp paper will be popular all over the world and we will make a lot of money."
"With money, we can live a better life!"
"So I hope everyone can keep up the good work, especially in this last period before winter, to make as much paper as possible."
"Please everyone!"
"I toast to everyone!"
As he spoke, Zhao Hao picked up the wine glass in his hand, gestured to everyone, then tilted his head back and drank it.
Everyone immediately raised their glasses and drank it down with great enthusiasm.
To these workers, Zhao Hao is now the god and everything.
Because in this month or so, their lives have improved significantly.
Each laborer earned eighty cents a day, but even now they still feel like they are in a dream and it is unrealistic.
They finally had money to buy food.
The kids at home can have enough food to eat.
Not only that, they have three meals a day in the workshop and can eat as much as they want with no restrictions.
And you can eat meat!
To be honest, these people, no matter they are in their twenties or thirties, or in their thirties or forties, have never had a full meal since they were born.
But this month, after arriving at the workshop, they felt like they had stepped into an unimaginable paradise.
After putting down the wine glasses, a brave worker shouted, "Sir, we will work hard. Just give us a number. How many sheets of paper do you need to produce before winter? We will produce them for you even if we have to work day and night!"
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