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The sugar cane harvested before was squeezed to make sugar, and there was a lot of bagasse left, so Damon decided to use bagasse to make paper.

Dimon has had enough of the sour feeling of using charcoal pencils and nails to draw on the slate when he was teaching. Making paper is a good thing for the country and the people!

The production of sugarcane paper is very simple, just change the wood residue used in the original papermaking process of papermaking into bagasse.

The bagasse is fully soaked and softened, the fibers in it are combed out, and then the fibers are cut and beaten several times, and the pulp is ready after the fibers are broken into slag.The strip mat for fishing paper is made of black bamboo, which is a specialty of hell. Black bamboo has high hardness, but the devil's nails are even harder. The black bamboo is cut into thin strips and woven to form a flat surface.

Use a black bamboo mat to sway lightly in the paper pulp, and the fibers will form a thin layer on the bamboo mat, which is separated and arranged to dry in the sun. This step of drying can be said to be extremely fast under the high temperature of the abyss.

After the paper is dried, it is lightly peeled off, and a piece of paper becomes a piece of paper.

However, because of the high temperature in hell, it is necessary to pay attention to adding water to the pulp tank from time to time to pound the pulp again.

Because the pulp pool may become dry and hard due to the high temperature of hell, but at this time the dug canal came in handy. Damon directly set the pulp pool next to the water channel, with a continuous supply of water. If it dries up, add water immediately.

The papermaking project went very smoothly, and the first batch of paper was soon made.

However, this batch of paper has a fatal problem.

Dimon picked up the few sheets of soft paper. The paper felt very soft under his hands, and he couldn't use it for writing at all: "This can only be regarded as toilet paper at best..."

Dimon squatted sadly in front of a pile of newly created paper, thinking about how to improve the quality of the paper.

The reason why the paper is soft is that the fibers in sugarcane are not very hard. If you want to increase the hardness, you need to add fibers that can improve the hardness, and at the same time, fibers that can perfectly blend with sugarcane fibers.Damon's eyes suddenly fell on the black bamboo. Black bamboo is the most common plant in Abyss Hell. It is extremely hard. If black bamboo is pressed into fibers and added to it, it will definitely improve the paper quality.

The question is, how to crush a large amount of black bamboo into fibers?You must know that black bamboo can be used to build houses. Its hardness is not ordinary, comparable to that of rocks. Their demons can also cut those black bamboos with their gifted sharp nails, but suppressing black bamboos in large quantities is terrible. It is not something that small nails can accomplish.

"Roar—" Urga's dragon roar came from a distance, and that guy turned into a dragon again to bully slime.

Seeing the huge black dragon, Daemon suddenly had an idea.

"What? You made me turn into a dragon and jump on the black bamboo?"

Hearing Damon's request, Urga crushed a flame slime in his hand, and the flame gel scattered all over the ground.

"Anyway, you are idle in the abyss hell, why don't you come and do something for me, just to press the bamboo a few times, it won't waste much of your time." Damon said as a matter of course.

Urga gritted his teeth: "I'm the Dragon King! If you ask the Dragon King to press the bamboo for you, can I still get along?"

"Tsk," Damon pursed his lips, took out a slate, and counted: "Since you don't do it, let's settle the score. You have lived in our abyss hell for a long time. All of them are fire rat meat, flame gel, and a lot of desserts. If you live in my castle, I will charge you five hundred copper coins for the daily rent. The various psychological shadows caused by the creatures of the abyss hell, such as the inexplicable extinguishment of the slime flame, the strange theft of the fire rat tail, etc., if you add up, your cost will be at least a thousand gold coins, even if it is a thousand gold coins."

Damon threw a stone slab over. Looking at the messy text on it and the circled words "1000 gold coins", Urga was stupefied by Damon.

"If you can help me press bamboo to make paper, our account will be cancelled. If not, please pay the required fee." Damon stretched out his hand to Urga with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"I, you..." Urga insisted, "I don't have to live with you!"

Damon knew that Urga would say that, so he took out another slate and said, "Well, a teleportation rune with an unclear location is two thousand gold coins, and the other end of the teleportation may be a gap in a cave, a sea In the depths of the mountain, on the top of a certain snow mountain, please pay off the debt before purchasing the teleportation rune, a total of [-] gold coins, thank you for your patronage."

Urga, who was penniless, had to become Daemon's bamboo worker in the end.

The demons brought back the black bamboos in batches, and Urga was in charge of transforming into a dragon shape like a hill, and trampled the piles of black bamboos into dregs.Looking at the hard bamboo, Urga regarded them as Daemon's face that needed to be beaten, and ruthlessly trampled on it back and forth.

Damon didn't know that his image in Urga's eyes had become more stingy than Zhou Papi, but he was very satisfied with Urga's serious work attitude.

The first batch of paper was made into toilet paper because it was too soft. With the first failure experience and Urga as a hard-working worker, the second batch of paper was quickly completed.The paper added with black bamboo fiber is hard enough, the only shortcoming is that because black bamboo has a lot of melanin, even after several times of filtering, the color of the paper is still dark, but this time the paper has been able to allow Damon to easily clean it on it. Write with a charcoal pen.

Soon this round of paper was used in the Abyss Hell Teaching School.

The teachers of the Abyss Hell School are Jack and several other little devils who are already familiar with the magic pattern. They are responsible for teaching the basic knowledge of the demons and the magic pattern.Dimon also pops in for a few classes now and then.

Due to the expansion of the teaching scope, the castle is no longer suitable for demons to study, so the school was rebuilt in the residential area, and a new school with a large area was built in the residential area. Each seat has a table made of black bamboo and A stool that can accommodate all demons.

The demons in Abyss Hell, apart from eating, sleeping and planting, just hide in the school for classes, especially when Damon came to teach, the school was full of demons.

In the past, it was only possible to draw on stone slabs, but now with new paper, the students' enthusiasm for learning is getting stronger and stronger, and they can't wait to hold the paper and kiss them.

When Damon was teaching here, Urga would often sneak over to study.Although he was the Dragon King, he didn't take it seriously for long. After the battle with Kedel, he was imprisoned under the abyss of hell. All the things he had in the early years were digested by him in his dreams with food.

Therefore, his current level of knowledge is about the same as that of the little devils.

"Is it correct to write this word like this?" Urga showed Achilles who was sitting next door to a line of words he had written.

Achilles was originally a simple-minded guy. After studying for so long, he only learned three or four magic lines. When it comes to writing, he only knows how to write his own name and the name of the Lord Demon King.

At this moment, seeing Urga asking himself with his crooked characters, he touched his chin and said, "It should be right! I think what the Lord Demon King wrote is the same as what you wrote."

Damon heard the conversation between the two, walked down and looked at the textbook in Urga's hand, and immediately looked at Achilles in disappointment: How can you compare the crooked tadpole-like thing on it with his writing? !

"I asked you to write 'My day in the abyss of hell', which word do you think looks like abyss hell and which word looks like a day?"

Damon was teaching characters today, and he was going to let the demons write a short composition with their current level of knowledge, but the performance of Urga and Achilles made him feel that his teacher was really a failure.

"You two, stay after school today to make up lessons!"

Achilles completely obeyed the Lord Demon King's request, and he could do whatever he was asked to do. Although he didn't learn much knowledge, it was important to be obedient, but Urga was different.

"Huh?" Urga slapped the paper on the table in displeasure: "I have to catch the fire rat later!"

After studying for so long and using his brain for so long, Urga was already hungry.

Damon picked up the paper processed by Urga, and threatened in a low voice: "Instead of catching fire rats, I think you would rather go to the paper-making fortification to help out? The black bamboo was almost used up last time. There will soon be no new paper to use."

Urga thought of how he was trampling hard on piles of black bamboo, and immediately lost his other thoughts: "Isn't it just making up lessons? I learn and I learn."

As he said that, Urga picked up the paper in front of him, and followed the words written by Damon on the blackboard, and traced them like cats and dogs.

Dimon nodded with satisfaction: "There is no conflict between remedial classes and work. Remember to report to the paper factory after you finish remedial classes."

Urga suddenly wept and collapsed on the seat.

Thinking of him as a dragon king, he was forced to study, and he was also enslaved as a long-term laborer, but he couldn't help it. Who made the demon king of this abyss hell be Damon, and the food Damon made was so delicious...

After a busy day, Urga, tired and limp all over, climbed to the top of the Demon King's castle - this is his current residence.

It is decorated with a lot of obsidian, which shines brilliantly at any time. The nature of dragons likes shiny things, and Urga is no exception. Therefore, Urga took the top of the demon king's castle full of obsidian as his residence without authorization. .

Damon thought about driving Urga down, but Urga just held on to those obsidian and didn't let go.

There is no way, Damon can only use obsidian to reinforce the top of the devil's castle again, otherwise the dragon will fall from the top of the castle and hit his head one day.

Hearing the sound of "Duang" above the castle, Damon knew that Urga had returned from eating.

Daemon flew out of the window and came to the castle, only to see that Urga had turned into a dragon and was about to curl up and sleep.

Seeing Daemon coming, Urga glared at him: "Today's work is done."

Dimon said with a smile: "I heard this like a capitalist who squeezes labor. Can't I come to you for something other than work?"

"Anyway, it won't be a good thing for you to find me." Urga put his head on his two front paws, eyes half-closed and half-opened: "Speak quickly, I have to rest well, and I have to work as a coolie at the paper factory tomorrow."

Daemon sat next to Urga and asked curiously: "A generation of dragon kings has been reduced to working for the devil, so you don't want to strike?"

"Cut, don't I want to? Didn't you say that if I don't do it, my rations will be cut off and I will lose money?" Urga waved his paws: "What are you looking for? Tell me, I'm going to sleep!"

Damon had no choice but to state his purpose: "Well, actually, I came here to ask, don't you want to go back to your clan?"

Dimon wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but never had a suitable opportunity.

Logically speaking, as the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, Urga was imprisoned under the abyss for thousands of years. When he was freed, his first thought should be to return to his relatives.But Urga has been staying in the abyss hell, without the slightest thought of leaving. Even Dimon used various work and study tasks to squeeze him without complaint, which made Dimon very puzzled.Taking advantage of this moment in the dead of night, Damon just wanted to open his heart and have a chat with Urga.

"What? You want to drive me away?" Upon hearing this, Urga straightened up with his eyes wide open, his purple eyes fixed on Damon, like a giant dog afraid of being abandoned.

Daemon was surprised by Urga's reaction: "No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, don't you want to go back and continue to be the Dragon King?"

"I don't want to." Urga stretched out his claws and pressed Damon's head: "I had a good life in the abyss hell, why should I go back to be that dispensable dragon king?"

Daemon raised his head from under Urga's claws with difficulty: "It's not necessary, what do you mean?"

"I am a mixed race. While a mixed race has great power, it also means that I am not accepted by the two races."

Urga turned into a human form, he pulled off his clothes, and the magic lines belonging to the dragon clan twisted and coiled on his body, extending from his cheeks to his whole body.

"The human race is afraid of my eyes and this appearance, and the dragon race sneers at the human part of me. When I was young, I wandered around with my mother. Later, my mother passed away. Only the demon race did not dislike my identity, accepted me, and let me live. drag on."

Hearing Urga's words, Damon fell silent for a moment. Damon thought of that child of Moen. He was regarded as a demon by those ignorant humans, and they expelled him to the border of the village, and even wanted to burn him to death... Erga Jia's childhood should have been like this...

"If it weren't for the fact that I have a powerful magic power far exceeding that of the two races, they would never have regarded me as the Dragon King." Urgar pulled up his clothes, and sneered at those who looked down on him and wanted to use him: "So, what shall I do?" Why go live with guys who don't like me at all? Am I making myself uncomfortable?"

Urga lay on his back in the obsidian, with a brisk tone: "At least there is food and drink in the abyss hell. Except for those red-skinned goblins who are a bit of an eyesore, I live quite comfortably. Of course, it would be even better if I could do less work. alright."

"Don't think about it, you still have work tomorrow." Dimon refused.

Urga jumped up from the obsidian anxiously: "Daimon! I'm in such a miserable state, don't you feel sorry for me?"

"It's useless to sell miserably, you have to help tomorrow," Damon fully demonstrated to Urga how a landlord squeezed his bonded workers, but Damon was not so cold-blooded: "Of course, if you help, I will give The hard-working Lord Dragon King prepares the food he likes to eat, and rewards the hard-working and great Dragon King."

"Really?" Urga's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"When did I treat you badly in food?"

Urga became interested and counted with his fingers: "Then I want to eat thirty fire rats, eighty jelly pancakes, one hundred..."

Damon spread his wings and flew away quickly before Urgar could say more food.