Chapter 1161: Papermaking success

After eating a meal for almost an hour, Bai Qingqing finally got rid of the terrible hunger, and his stomach could not stand.
Bai Qingqing couldn't stop after eating, and he pulled Parker and walked out: "I don't know what the paper is like, let's go, let's go and see."
Parker was also excited and immediately responded: "Well."
Two people of the same age are the easiest to play together. They have long been used to it, but it has not been a small shock to the newly joined Moore.
Looking at the back of the two who left happily, he was envious. Qingqing is very kind to him, but they can never be as happy as she and Parker.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Bai Qingqing remembered that he had flung Moore, and an annoyed expression flashed on his face.
Suddenly stopping the car, Bai Qingqing smiled back and said, "Hurry up, don't you want to see it?"
Moore's expression was stunned, and he couldn't see the slightest joy, but he couldn't stop leaping in his heart and raised his heels to catch up with them.
"The wood pulp has turned white," Moore said on the road. He naturally paid more attention to what Bai Qingqing liked. He noticed the changes in the wood pulp in the morning.
The smile on Bai Qingqing's face was even bigger, and he rushed into the room where the wooden board was placed, and was suddenly surrounded by wood-filled air.
The paste on the board is half dry, and the whole piece is light yellow, which can be lifted by hand. The wooden board underneath absorbed water and was a little darker.
"It seems to be done." Bai Qingqing stomped his feet with a bright smile on his face, "No, I can't help it. Let's roast it with the fire, get one out first."
"I'm going to prepare now." Moore said and left the room immediately.
When Parker saw Moore go, he didn't speak. He sniffed it on the wet paper and suddenly said with amusement: "It still smells of wood."
"Yes."
Bai Qingqing scratched his head, and didn't know if it was made like normal paper, but it smelled comfortable.
Soon, Moore moved to a brazier, and he and Parker lifted a door and placed it on the flame to bake.
In order not to burn the door, they roasted slowly, but they were very patient. Bai Qingqing did not see any trace of impatience on his face, sitting and staring sideways.
Gradually, the wet paper on the door board was heated, and finally it was working. After baking for another half an hour, the paper evaporated a lot of water, and they peeled off the paper and stood beside the brazier to bake directly.
Bai Qingqing couldn't hold back any more, crouching beside the paper, touching it from time to time, and gradually found imperfections.
After the paper was completely dry, Bai Qingqing finally confirmed that there was really a problem.
"Dong Dongdong" This is the sound of Bai Qingqing knocking on the paper, the hardness is not much softer than the thin wood chip, and it can be used as the cover of the notebook if it is thicker.
Also, this paper is basically made of wood, only a little water is added when grinding, it is not hard to blame, it is Bai Qingqing negligent.
"It's so hard." Bai Jingqing embarrassedly said: "Do more water next time."
However, Parker and Vinson were pleasantly surprised, Parker immediately said: "It's very good, I think this is very useful."
Bai Qingqing smiled more on his face, "Wait for me."
After dropping the next sentence, Bai Qingqing turned and ran away, because his legs were soft and nearly fell. Fortunately, next to it was the bare doorframe with no door, so she helped her hand.
Before long, Bai Qingqing brought a knife and pointedly said: "Put the paper on, let's cut it."