Interstellar Live: Work hard and you will have a fortune of trillions!

The steps after papermaking seem simple.

But it also looks like that.

First, the workers cover the paper with a wooden board, then use a lever to press it to squeeze out the water in the paper and press it until it is half dry.

Then it’s baking.

In an extremely hot room, the worker patted the half-dry paper to loosen it a little, then gently twisted a corner with his hand, as if it was effortless. He twisted it, grabbed the corner of the paper, and peeled off a piece of paper as if tearing something.

Bai Xi was stunned.

How many times of practice does it take for a worker’s hands to be skilled?

The worker peeled off a piece of paper, held it up, turned to the fire wall, held a brown-bristle brush in his hand, and gently pasted a corner of the paper on the flat fire wall. Then he used the brown-bristle brush to gently draw the character "八" from top to bottom, and pasted the paper in place without a wrinkle.

They are very fast. A piece of paper will dry in four or five minutes. The dry paper will be taken away and the wet paper will be replaced.

But the room was really too hot. Bai Xi started sweating as soon as he came in. It was hot and stuffy. The workers in the room were all wearing vests and shorts.

It must be over 40 degrees, right?

The key is that the water vapor is still very large, so it's very stuffy, especially stuffy!

Standing inside, it feels like being in a sauna.

Seeing this, Brother Cao quickly took her out to take a breath and introduced, "Paper brushing requires experience. The force of each brush is different. You have to control it properly. Don't let the paper wrinkle or leave brush marks."

"But what's more difficult is to open the paper. Opening the paper is a technical job."

Bai Xi looked over again and saw the master still lifting a corner from a pile of papers so lightly.

Bai Xi could see it without him saying anything.

She could only stand outside the door and watch the masters peel off the paper one by one and brush it on the fire wall. It was steaming and it was not easy.

Bai Xi sighed and looked at the time. It was 12 o'clock.

She asked Xiao Shi: "How is the live broadcast?"

Xiao Shi was silent for a long time, "Very... shocking, attracted 60% of the audience."

is it?

"Don't you feel left behind?"

"I don't think so. Everyone thinks these people have the hands of gods." They couldn't understand how someone could produce paper of uniform thickness without relying on technological means, just by relying on the feel of the hand.

Totally incredible!

There was a heated discussion on Star Internet, and everyone's evaluation of the production process changed from backwardness to admiration.

Almost miraculous.

Xiao Shi added to Bai Xi: "Some people here have already started selecting fibers, preparing to replicate items from hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"Really? Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied."

"Then shouldn't you let me be satisfied as well? Hmm?" Bai Xi took the opportunity to put forward the conditions.

Xiao Shi always wanted to force him to work, and Bai Xi felt like he was his farmhand.

Xiao Shi is still very sensible. The next moment, "Ding. Random reward: The host completes a hot anchor, and is given two alcohol melt pills."

All right, Bai Xi was satisfied. Just as she was about to say goodbye to Brother Cao, she heard the system beep again, "Ding. Random reward: Congratulations to the host for winning a private jet."

Hearing this, Bai Xi was stunned for a moment and asked Xiao Shi, "What model?"

"Boeing 787. It cost 16 billion just to buy the plane, and nearly 5 million to modify it."

The 787 is not a large aircraft, it is a medium-sized aircraft, but it has a long flying distance of kilometers.

Can fly to all parts of the world.

But Bai Xi had a headache, "Can I return the goods?"

Xiao Shi expressed his confusion, "Host, you are now a wealthy man, and you must have the necessities that a wealthy man should have. Do you know what face is?"

"My host may not have face, but I must have it!"

Bai Xi rolled his eyes and wanted to curse, what the hell is face? "Do you know what it means that the more you show off, the worse the end will be?"

How could the bigwigs in China not try private jets?

But later they sold their planes to pay off their debts.

Although Bai Xi is not superstitious, there is still a problem: maintaining an airplane is too troublesome and expensive.

Some cars can increase in price after being kept for a few years.

Buy a private jet and let’s see. Not to mention taking off, just the parking and maintenance... it will cost tens of millions every year.

Not taking off does not mean no cost.

After takeoff, the cost is even higher.

But at the moment, she suppressed her emotions and turned to look at Brother Cao, "Brother Cao, I've finished reading almost everything. It's time to go. Is the paper I copied ready?"

"You're leaving? It's almost 12 o'clock. Come to my house for a meal before you leave. My mom can cook a lot of delicious food. There are first-class pots, stinky mandarin fish..."

Bai Xi shook her head and declined. "I'm short on time, so don't spend money. To be honest, I'm already very satisfied just to be able to see papermaking."

Seeing this, Brother Cao did not try to persuade him to stay. He walked into the baking workshop and asked, "Have the 30 sheets of paper that were delivered earlier been baked?"

"It's ready. I've sent it to be cut."

Cutting is the last step in the process of making Xuan paper. The workers hold a pair of special large scissors in their hands and cut a hundred sheets of rice paper together to remove the rough edges, making the shape and size of the rice paper more perfect. Then they stamp it and pack it.

That's why there is a saying like "a knife of paper".

While Brother Cao was getting paper for her, Bai Xi walked to the shop at the gate of the yard. The antique wooden door was open, and the papers inside were tied up and stacked together, like white tofu of different sizes leaning against the wall.

Bai Xi had seen paper being sold here before he came in. Judging from the location, this should be the paper sold by this store.

Bai Xi didn't ask about the price. Anyway, it wouldn't be expensive. She said to the clerk, "Give me two dollars for three-foot, four-foot, and five-foot paper, and another two dollars for four-foot square."

The clerk brought it out neatly.

I bought so many and the price didn't exceed 1000 yuan.

Bai Xi asked Lin Yi and Lin Er to hold the paper and walk out of the paper shop. As soon as they walked out, they ran into Brother Cao. Brother Cao was a little surprised to see the paper they were holding. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Hey, you don't have to buy it yourself. Come on, go back and I'll give you some."

The bank has given so much money, giving away some paper is nothing.

Bai Xi quickly stopped him, "Brother Cao, please don't. I like these papers. Besides, we can't come here for nothing, right?"

Seeing this, Brother Cao handed Bai Xi the thirty sheets of paper he had picked up, then walked into the paper shop and brought out two rolls of paper. "I see that all you bought are raw rice paper. This is cooked rice paper. I'll give it to you."

Bai Xi touched the paper and accepted it with a smile, "Then I won't be polite to Brother Cao."

"Yes, yes, you're welcome, you're welcome!"

Brother Cao helped load the paper into the car, and the vehicle drove on the country road again.

Bai Xi arrived home at around three in the afternoon. There was no one at home. It seemed that her father had also gone out on a date.

Bai Xi had eaten lunch at McDonald's before boarding the train, so she wasn't hungry. She walked into the bedroom, took off her thick clothes, closed the curtains, and took out the contract for purchasing the plane, which was written entirely in English. Bai Xi didn't look at anything else but the delivery date, which was the end of February, not long after school started.

She is very sad.