Forced to farm for the princess

Lin Heng listened, and chuckled, as if no matter what happened to Wei Ruojin, it was not as important as what was in front of him; someone slipped into the palace.

"You're not worried at all."

Wei Ruojin turned to look at him, "There's nothing to worry about, isn't there you?"

"Yes, there's me too. Eat well, I'll go out for a while, and you can decide when you move to the Governor's Mansion." After hearing Wei Ruojin's words, Lin Heng's mood, which was still clouded just now, became clear now Wan Li suddenly pecked him on the face before striding away.

Wei Ruojin stared at Lin Heng's leaving back, couldn't help smiling, bowed her head and went to eat breakfast.

However, Wei Ruojin didn't want to move to the Governor's Mansion anymore. The Northwest Prince's Mansion was a place they were familiar with, and a few thieves could come and go freely. If they really wanted to change to the Governor's Mansion, it would be even more dangerous.

After eating breakfast, Wei Ruojin didn't really want to go out, stared blankly at the bamboo slips for recording, didn't want to do anything for a while, and was too free to do things, so she simply went to the pharmacy to see what other medicinal materials hadn't been received, etc. I will pick them in the spring next year, but I can only plant them.

"My lord, the paper has been delivered from the workshop, and I'm waiting in the main hall right now."

As soon as Wei Ruojin heard that the paper was delivered, her eyes lit up, she put down what she was doing and hurried to the main hall, it was the first time she saw Wei Ruojin, who was in charge of the workshop, and with just one glance, she knew that Lin Heng had arranged for her to come from the barracks Those who retreated had almost the same aura as those of the generals in the mansion.

"I've met you, Young Master." The man was a bit old, and one eye seemed to be a little blind, not focusing on the light. "The two kinds of paper made in the workshop are here. Take the small one here for you to have a look."

One is slightly yellowed, the other is as white as snow. The toughness of the paper is not bad to the touch, and the surface is smooth. It looks no different from the paper of later generations.

"During this time, I forgot to visit the workshop. It's a good job, and I will give the people in the workshop an extra month's money." Wei Ruojin was a little excited, and finally she could get rid of the heavy bamboo slips.

"Bring a pen and ink."

The brush and ink were quickly brought by Tom Mo, "Master, have you heard that the things in the workshop are ready?"

"Well, you're here, just come to try it out, and the herbs you draw will be more vivid and easier to identify than those on the bamboo slips." Wei Ruojin will never admit that she decided to make paper because she wanted to be lazy, and writing books by hand is too tiring .

After Wei Ruojin laid out the paper, she realized that there was no paperweight, so she waved to Tang Mo and said, "Press it well."

Pick up a pen and do it with one stroke.

Wei Ruojin nodded in satisfaction, it was not in vain for him to practice calligraphy for so many years, and the past two years have not been wasted.After the two words were written, the yellowed paper had already faded away, and it was definitely not good to use it to write on.

"This processed paper can be used. It is beyond my expectation that such a paper can be made in such a short period of time. How much paper is there?"

"Returning to your son, these are all samples, and the workshop has not yet started mass production before you nodded." The manager said quickly.

"Then let's make this kind of paper first. Make as much as you can, and get an extra 20 taels per person in addition to the extra monthly payment." Wei Ruojin thought for a while, and swallowed the following words.

These rewards alone are definitely not enough for him. For the core work of papermaking, he also wants to reward other things. Only in this way will people be willing to stay.