Chapter 110: strange machine
Chapter 110 Strange Machine
White Indus will never accept the use of 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 countless books, articles and videos about papermaking appeared.
Bai Wutong browsed a lot of materials before she selected a few materials that could produce toilet paper under her current conditions, and read it carefully.
It is not difficult to make toilet paper, but it needs 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.
And the use of more than how many kilograms of iron ore requires the approval of the government, so Bai Wutong didn’t want to alarm the government to make some toilet paper.
She checked the most primitive toilet paper production principles, and planned to use wood to build an original paper machine.
If one succeeds, she can use it for a year.
Thinking of not having toilet paper at any time in the future, a smile appeared on Bai Wutong's face.
Bai Wutong had been 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 that 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!"
There was no movement at the door, and 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. Looking out the window.
Everyone was busy, Chu Tianbao flew around with the smelly smell riding on top of his head.
Every time he flies, Smelly squeaks and laughs, not afraid at all.
Bai Wutong's eyes fell on the position where everyone was dealing with the wood.
In order to open up wasteland and build houses, they have cut down a lot of trees.
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 shavings 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 with great interest 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 knew how to work as carpenters were very busy. After a few days of work, they earned money that they could never earn in a lifetime.
The 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 set of machines first."
Zhao Sheng can read and understand 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 drawings from Bai Wutong, looked at them one by one, and said with a smile, "Mrs.'s drawings are so good, I can understand them at a glance, there should be no problem."
Bai Wutong was afraid that he would not 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 will trouble you."
Zhao Sheng looked at the drawings 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 you will know when the time comes."
Bai Wutong sold off her son, and Zhao Sheng was also curious, and agreed immediately, and would put her work first as soon as possible.
They have a lot of people 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 the house writing, finally gave up.
Zhao Sheng and the others were busy working, Yang Quanzi picked up the drawings and studied them carefully.
After looking at it for a while, he saw some famous things.
The book "Baiye Quanshu" that he gave to Bai Wutong includes papermaking. Papermaking uses a lot of machines. He has visited them at close range and also drew 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, so 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, no worse than the craftsmen that the Cui family specially recruited to engrave.
The most important thing is that he has fully understood the drawings of Bai Wutong, and he can also take 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 after 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, I still have to be busy, I'll go back to work first."
He and his disciples have to copy it down, and there are still many books to be printed. If the Liuwei Dihuang Wan given by Bai Wutong hadn't worked, his old bones would have been tired in recent days.
(end of this chapter)