At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

It took another whole afternoon for Ren Hao to skillfully make the Shenbao Pills.

After several attempts at production, Ren Hao also improved the production process, drying the herbs over low heat to retain as much essence as possible.

Looking at the twenty or so pills in the small wooden box in front of him, Ren Hao couldn't help but laugh.

It's more than two taels of silver, which averages out to one tael of income per day. If others knew about it, they might have some bad intentions.

After all, ordinary people may not be able to earn one or two taels of silver a year, and this amount of money is enough to make you fall asleep one day and never get up again.

"Hurry up on papermaking!"

"Let's see the results tomorrow!" Ren Hao checked the bamboo curtain in the shade. The paper pulp on it had already taken shape, but it had not yet dried. If he peeled it off now, it would definitely become a pile of rotten paper.

As it got dark, Xu Hu, who had gone out today, came back again.

Fortunately, Xu Hu returned empty-handed again today.

Facing Xu Hu, who was looking at him like a self-pitying young wife, Ren Hao smiled and gave him two more copper coins, and Xu Hu happily entered the house.

Before going to bed, Ren Hao did not forget to check the progress of building his house.

The foundation has been laid, several main beams have been buried, and we are just waiting for the wooden boards to be added later.

The project behind was a big one, and Ren Hao didn't expect it to be completed in three or five days. When he returned to the bedroom in Xu Hu's house, Ren Hao saw Su Wan'er still looking at him with her big eyes in the dark.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Ren Hao asked.

Su Wan'er's pretty face turned slightly red, and she whispered, "How can I sleep if my husband doesn't sleep?"

Ren Hao suddenly understood that this girl was waiting for him!

However, thinking about playing games all night the day before yesterday, Ren Hao was afraid that too much intensity would affect Su Wan'er's health, so he smiled and said, "Go to sleep and have a good rest."

Lying in bed with his clothes on and his beautiful wife in his arms, Ren Hao fell into a drowsy dream.

When he woke up the next day, Ren Hao found that Su Wan'er had gotten up early and was boiling water and cooking porridge.

In a big pot, some wild vegetables and some minced meat were put into the porridge, and it became a pot of wild vegetable and minced meat porridge.

The fragrant aroma made Ren Hao, who seldom ate breakfast, lick his lips.

After drawing a basin of water, Ren Hao found a piece of charcoal to brush his teeth, and then began to wash his face.

The only thing was that his hair was quite long and difficult to wash, so he tied it up with a hemp rope and let it hang loose behind his head. Looking at himself in a rough bronze mirror, Ren Hao felt that there was only a slight difference between himself and the handsome men in ancient costumes in the TV dramas of his previous life.

While Su Wan'er was still making breakfast, Ren Hao came to the shade and unfolded the several sheets of paper he had made yesterday.

Stab it!

The sound of paper tearing was heard, and Ren Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly while holding a piece of tattered paper.

Is this also called paper?

The rough paper surface is mixed with bamboo fragments, and the low-viscosity pulp has not yet completely solidified. This kind of paper is too rough to even use for wiping your butt!

After looking at the remaining papers on the bamboo curtains, Ren Hao, not giving up, got a small pot of charcoal fire and put them on the curtains to bake.

It was not until Su Wan'er called for dinner that Ren Hao took off the paper.

This time there was no cracking. The dry paper was a bit hard and still broke after being bent.

But it can be used for writing.

After thinking about it, Ren Hao felt that it was because the bamboo was not ground enough.

After a quick breakfast, Xu Hu went back into the mountains, determined to find more herbs.

Ren Hao found Yang Si, who had come to his house to work, and borrowed the millstone from him.

He got two more bamboos and chopped them into pieces with an axe. Then he took Su Wan'er to Yang Si's house. He pushed the millstone while Su Wan'er added bamboo pieces and water into it.

After pulling for half an hour, Ren Hao sat down on the ground exhausted.

"This is a job only a donkey can do!" Ren Hao got up with a bitter face, and went to the donkey-raising family in the village. He spent three copper coins to rent the right to use a donkey for one day.

"Please use it gently, don't tire my donkey out!"

With the donkey, the speed of turning the mill became much faster this time.

It took a whole morning to grind out two large buckets of bamboo pulp.

The delicate bamboo pulp had become slightly sticky, and Ren Hao poured it into the pot to boil it, occasionally adding some lime to stir it.

After a whole afternoon, the bamboo pulp in the pot had become a finer pulp.

Before it got dark, Ren Hao quickly sifted it several times with a bamboo curtain and placed it in a cool place to dry.

As expected, Xu Hu found some herbs today and asked Ren Hao to make more than a dozen Shenbao Pills again.

That night, Ren Hao, unable to contain himself, started a game.

After finishing the job, Ren Hao couldn't help but sigh, this is a bit addictive!

Next to him, Su Wan'er, who was sweating profusely, hugged his neck and fell asleep. A moment later, Ren Hao also fell asleep.

The next morning, Ren Hao did not go to the county town. Instead, he took out the paper he had copied yesterday, baked it with charcoal fire, and finally peeled it off.

The still warm paper was much smoother than yesterday's. Apart from some small yellow splinters, its overall flexibility was greatly improved.

Even after folding the paper in half, there was no sign of breakage, almost reaching the level of the kraft paper in the previous life.

"I can sell it for money this time!" Ren Hao's eyes were filled with excitement.

Although the paper he made was rough, it was better than the paper in this world.

What’s more, it has high production volume and low cost, which are all advantages!

It was already noon when all the papers on the remaining bamboo curtains were baked.

After counting them, there were eight pieces of paper. Even if we calculated them at one hundred copper coins per piece, we could still sell them for one or two taels of silver.

"With this thing, who would still sell aphrodisiacs?" Ren Hao happily rolled up the paper and put it into the bamboo tube.

In the afternoon, Ren Hao walked out of the village and wandered around the foot of the nearby mountain.

This mountain has a special name.

Chicken Hill.

This is a piece of land planted with wheat of varying heights. Next to it is a dry stream with only some puddles left over from the rain, and not even a single fish.

This land is connected to Caixu Village in the west and Xiaoji Mountain in the east. It has a flat terrain and the soil is hard enough.

The reason why he chose this place is that there is enough space here for him to build a paper mill!

Making paper by oneself is not only slow but also involves many processes. He would not be able to finish the task even if he worked himself to death. His home is a place to live and cannot accommodate many people, so he can only build a paper mill and turn papermaking into assembly line production.

Assembly line production is one of the symbols of industrialization.

It not only greatly speeds up the production progress, but also improves the production quality.

Just looking at the land, Ren Hao couldn't help but frown.

If he remembered correctly, this piece of land originally belonged to his father, but was later snatched away by Ren Tiesan through coaxing and deception, and now it is the land of Ren Tiesan's family.

It’s not easy to get this piece of land from Ren Tiesan!

"You can't just send yourself to him and let him kill you, right?"