Bai Wutong is absolutely unacceptable to use bamboo chips to go to the toilet.

So, while squatting on the toilet, she used her consciousness to search the archives in the space.

In order to preserve civilization in the apocalypse, each computer automatically archives the information of various books.

Bai Wutong turned on the computer and searched for papermaking, and there were countless books, articles and videos about papermaking.

Bai Wutong browsed through a lot of information, and then screened out a few documents that could produce toilet paper under her current conditions, and read it carefully.

It is not difficult to make toilet paper, but it requires some processing machinery.

The cast iron technology of their era is more developed than Bai Wutong imagined, but it is impossible to make automated machinery.

Moreover, the use of more than how many kilograms of iron ore requires the approval of the government, and Bai Wutong did not want to alarm the government to make some toilet paper.

She also checked the most primitive toilet paper production principles, and planned to use wood to build the original paper machine.

If it succeeds once, it will be enough for her to use it for a year.

Thinking of not having to worry about toilet paper at any time in the future, a smile appeared on Bai Wutong's face.

Bai Wutong stayed in the toilet for more than half an hour, Chu Tianbao blocked the door of the toilet and shouted, "Miss, madam, what's the matter with you?"

Bai Wutong helplessly put away the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly said: "I'm here, it's okay, don't block the door of Gong's room, it's very rude!"

Chu Tianbao was also worried. Hearing Bai Wutong saying it was all right, he said, "I'm going to play with Stink!"

Bai Wutong said: "Go, don't play with the cold with Smelly."

Chu Tianbao patted his chest outside the door and said confidently, "No way!"

When there was no movement at the door, Bai Wutong breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Chu Tianbao didn't understand some things, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Bai Wutong made a cup of hot tea, went to the study to sort out the relevant materials, and drew the drawings needed to make the paper machine. After a long time, Bai Wutong smiled with satisfaction and stretched his arms. Looked out the window.

Everyone was busy, and Chu Tianbao flew around with the smelly smell riding on top of his head.

Every time he flew, the smelly squeaked and laughed, not afraid at all.

Bai Wutong's eyes fell on the position where everyone was dealing with the wood.

They have cut down a lot of trees to open up wasteland and build houses.

These trees have to be processed before they can be used to build houses. The wood flowers used to process the wood have piled up several acres of land.

When the snow melts, all the wood chips can be used as fertilizer.

If there is too much, it will not rot away, and it can also be used as fuel.

Bai Wutong suddenly raised the corner of his mouth when he saw the mountains of wood flowers.

Even the materials are ready-made, within a month, she will be able to make toilet paper!

Bai Wutong went out in high spirits and went directly to Zhao Sheng, who was making furniture for everyone.

Zhao Sheng's craftsmanship in furniture making is unmatched in Wogan Town, especially after seeing the sofa and stool he made for Bai Wutong. Many people in the Qinghe Thirty Family have booked business with him. He was originally in charge of land reclamation work. He was replaced by everyone on his own initiative, giving him time to do carpentry.

In addition to Zhao Sheng, many villagers in the village who can work as carpenters are very busy. They work for a few days and earn money that they can't earn in a lifetime.

Villagers who are not good at carpentry work, help them plan wood in their spare time, and make a lot of money.

Seeing Bai Wutong coming, Zhao Sheng immediately put down his work and said enthusiastically, "Madam, do you have any furniture you want to make?"

Bai Wutong shook his head, "It's not furniture, but I need you to see if you can make this machine first."

Zhao Sheng is literate and can read drawings. He is a very capable craftsman. Bai Wutong explained his requirements to him carefully according to the drawings.

After listening, Zhao Sheng took a stack of Bai Wutong's drawings, looked at them one by one, and smiled, "The drawings drawn by Madam are very good, I can understand them at a glance, there should be no problem."

Bai Wutong was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it, so he drew it very carefully. Hearing that he said there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then I'll trouble you."

Zhao Sheng looked at the blueprint again and asked suspiciously, "It's just Madam, what are these machines made for?" It was strange that he had never seen them before.

Bai Wutong smiled, "You have to lead people to make these machines first, and then you will know."

Zhao Sheng was also curious about Bai Wutong's sale, and he agreed to put her work first as soon as possible.

There are many of them now, and they will help each other, and they will soon be able to fiddle.

Bai Wutong asked Zhao Sheng to do strange things again. Thinking of the amazing movable type printing techniques, etc., Yang Quanzi, who was bored in writing in the house, finally gave up.

While Zhao Sheng and the others were busy, Yang Quanzi picked up the drawings and studied them carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he saw something famous.

The book "Baiye Quanshu" that he gave to Bai Wutong included papermaking. Papermaking uses a lot of machines. He has visited them up close and drawn drawings of machines that need to be filtered for wood pulp.

He stroked his beard and asked Zhao Sheng suspiciously, "Madam, is this going to make paper?"

Papermaking was considered a secret industry in ancient times. Zhao Sheng had never seen it before and shook his head, "I don't know, after Madam said the machine was made, everyone would know." Yang Quanzi stroked his beard and smiled: "Interesting, then When will your machine be ready?"

Zhao Sheng smiled and said, "Come on, Mr. Yang, please wait patiently." He was also very curious.

Yang Quanzi nodded with a smile, and suddenly said: "I have copied all the characters that need to be engraved in movable type printing. When you finish the machine for Mrs. Bai, you will make time to print the movable type first with the craftsman I hired. Make it a plate."

Zhao Sheng's writing and ink skills are a bit poor~www.mtlnovel.com~ He may not be able to write beautiful characters, but if he is asked to carve according to Yang Quanzi's characters, he can carve exactly the same. The craftsmen are worse.

The most important thing is that he has fully understood the drawings of Bai Wutong, and he can also lead the masters to make printing molds for placing movable type first.

Zhao Sheng is also half a scholar, knowing that Yang Quanzi is giving him the opportunity to witness the beginning of the great revolution in the inheritance of characters, and gratefully said: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, I will go to you when I have completed my wife's machine. ." Maybe history can record his name together, and his descendants will be proud of him in the future.

The work at hand is left to others to do. Anyway, the sofa craftsmanship is not difficult for others. Even if everyone's skills are not too good, as long as the cotton is well stuffed and the sewing is good, they can make comfortable Comfortable sofa furniture.

Yang Quanzi stroked his beard and nodded, "Okay, this old man still has to be busy, so I'll go back to work first."

He and his disciples had to copy it down, and there were still many books to be printed. If the Liuwei Dihuang Pills given by Bai Wutong had not worked, his old bones would have been exhausted in recent days.