Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Not much paper was produced this time. Firstly, because the craftsmen were all newbies, there was a lot of loss in the process of papermaking. Secondly, he was not sure whether he could succeed. In addition, Huijing had countless eyes watching With him, he is not good at handling this matter with great fanfare.

Therefore, only one-third of the raw materials were sent to the house.

There are still a lot of raw materials left in the village. After all, Song Qingyuan moved Yiying equipment to the west courtyard just to study papermaking technology, and did not intend to really transform the palace into a paper factory.After determining the papermaking process, he sent the tenant farmers who had mastered each process technology back to Zhuangzi to continue production.

After the paper was made, the last process of brushing tung oil was the only step away from the strong and bright windows. Song Qingyuan did not intend to do this step at home, but called a steward of the farm and ordered him to pretend that he came from Nanzhao by boat. The vendor, in a shop in Dongshi, hires someone to paint the tung oil and sell it in the shop.

The two stewards in the Zhuangzi, one of them surnamed Qian, was originally in the Zhuangzi and was already old.Song Qingyuan arranged for him to continue working as a steward, basically to support him in the old age.

And the identity of his relatives was borrowed by Song Qingyuan, and he bought a lot of property in Huijing.The other steward named Liu Si was a servant who came to Huijing with him at the beginning. He was practical and capable, and was assigned by Song Qingyuan to take charge of the affairs of the village.

During these days, Dongshi was extremely lively.

Dongshi is next to the imperial palace and the residences of dignitaries, and it was originally engaged in the business of wealthy families such as royal nobles and high-ranking officials.But in the last month, first of all, many guests from the north came, and their Chinese was not very good, but they were extraordinarily generous, and bought many rare things from them.

A new shop opened in the past few days, next to Linglong Pavilion, the largest restaurant in Dongshi City, it sells a new thing they have never seen before, called "tung oil paper".

That thing is said to be made of paper, but it is different from the paper that scholars use to write and draw. Not only can this thing not write, but the price is much cheaper than ordinary paper!

Quite a few people who were curious about what it was ran to look. Sure enough, the tung oil paper was different from any kind of paper they had ever seen. It was slippery to the touch, and it could transmit light when placed in the sun.

Tung oil paper is a new thing that people have never seen before in this era. Most people have doubts. Most of the curious onlookers, but very few people actually buy it.

However, the onlookers soon saw the steward of the third Prince Yan's mansion, and bought a bundle back, which was said to be used for pasting windows.

Tung oil paper was quickly installed on various windows in the mansion.

And those who knew about it thought about it carefully, and couldn't help sighing: "This is really a magical effect!"

Not to mention that the tung oil is translucent, even if water is poured on it, it will not rot.The paper also looks quite strong, as long as there is no strong wind, it will not be blown to pieces, so it is really good for pasting windows.

Strong and cheap tung oil paper soon became popular in the market, but most of the people who bought it were restaurants and restaurants, those places that needed light on weekdays but couldn't afford silk.

Ordinary people are not willing to buy much.After all, although the tung oil paper is cheap, it is still difficult for poor people to maintain food and clothing, so where can they get the extra money to make windows.

According to the shopkeeper in the shop, the Mobei people who spent a lot of money in Dongshi a few days ago bought several bundles back.

They didn't stay in Southern Zhou for more than three months, and they didn't know why they bought it back.Song Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

"Your Highness, all the windows in the mansion have been replaced with tung oil paper as you ordered."

Just as Song Qingyuan was staring at the shadow of the window on the ground in a daze, the sound of Jiang Duo's brisk footsteps came from the door, he put down the jade carving handle in his hand, and looked at the person coming.

Jiang Duo bowed to him, and said beamingly: "That tung oil paper is really amazing. After putting it on, the house is bright."

Song Qingyuan looked at the light shining through the window into the room, and felt quite emotional for a while.

After coming to Huijing, he was frustrated in almost everything, and had to be cautious in every word and deed.He had almost prepared for the worst: he would just be trapped in this square city of Huijing, like a bird with its feathers clipped in a cage, wasting time day after day.

Although I often comfort myself and tell myself that there is nothing wrong with being an idler who eats and waits to die, there will always be a little unwillingness in my heart.

After deciding to make paper at first, Song Qingyuan didn't have any hope.In these days after time travel, he has learned not to expect anything.

But when he actually saw the paper window that he thought in his heart appeared in front of his eyes, he still couldn't hide his excitement.Although the amount of paper produced now is not large, the quality is not stable enough.

But Song Qingyuan believed that this was just the beginning, and this stack of paper brought more than just the benefit of increased lighting.

In the days to come, countless people will benefit from it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Duo stepped forward to remove the cold tea from the table, and said with some emotion: "I've been with His Highness for such a long time, and this is the first time I've seen His Highness laugh like this."

"Is there?" Song Qingyuan was a little distracted, subconsciously touched his face, and said.

Jiang Duo didn't reply, but just refilled him with new tea.

"When the paper sales in the shop gradually drop, tell Liu Si that the daily production of tung oil paper has been reduced, and follow the other recipe I sent to produce ordinary paper." Song Qingyuan said suddenly.

He sent two prescriptions to Liu Si at the beginning, one recorded the production method of tung oil paper, and the other was to make paper according to the filling amount of about 5.00% talcum powder, and at the same time reduced the paper grinding process.Although the finished product is a little thin and not smooth enough, it is good enough for daily writing.

"What about the pricing?" Jiang Duo asked.

"Thirty percent lower than tung oil paper." Song Qingyuan ordered after roughly calculating the cost.

"Your Highness, is there something wrong with this matter?" Jiang Duo said hesitantly as he stood beside him.

Song Qingyuan couldn't help being a little surprised that Jiang Duo seldom expressed his opinions on the decisions he made.He is not a dogmatic person.On the contrary, when he was in the company in his previous life, he also specially built a program where all company employees can express their opinions.

"Why?" Song Qingyuan's eyes were gentle, motioning for him to continue.

"The price of tung oil paper is already very low, because there is no such thing on the market, so it has nothing to do with the interests of others. But writing paper is different. This price is much cheaper than paper of similar quality on the market. Now that the technology of papermaking is in the hands of those aristocratic families, if we rashly sell the cheap paper, we may get burned." Jiang Duo frowned, and slowly expressed his thoughts.

The author says:

His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Yanyun, Song Qingyuan, gained in this chapter: a small fortune from selling tung oil paper.

The Neglected Mobei King: Just taking care of his wife's business.