Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

Jiang Tuan came back to his senses and quickly comforted Ning Ling: "It's not your fault. It has nothing to do with you. I was just thinking about the materials I needed to make something. I was so absorbed in it."

Afraid that the system's complaints would affect his mood, and also afraid that Ning Bai would see something, he said, "Please get me a pen and paper. I'll write something. See if you can find someone to do it."

"Sir, pen, I know what paper is."

When asked again, Jiang Tuan understood that there was really nothing in the Great Xia Dynasty!

Who could have expected that he just wanted to make tofu, but before he even started, he ended up making paper.

He has watched some videos and documentaries online and learned that making paper requires many steps and is not something that can be done overnight.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later. Now let’s think of a way to make tofu!

"Is there anything I can write on? If not, just give me a wooden board and a burnt stick.

I can tell you directly what to prepare, but I’m afraid if I don’t explain it clearly, you might make the wrong preparations.”

Fortunately, this time Ning Ling didn't say that he didn't have anything to write with, so he found it for Jiang Tuan.

Looking at the brush in his hand, the ink on the table, and the paper that he didn't know what it was made of, he was very curious.

"What is this made of?"

"Sir, it's sheepskin."

It turned out to be sheepskin. He knew that a long time ago, when there was no paper, people did use sheepskin as paper. However, sheep were very expensive, and the paper made from sheepskin was even more expensive, so few people could afford it.

He felt it was a bit of a waste to use such expensive sheepskin to paint some unimportant things.

"Is there no other alternative to sheepskin?"

Ning Bai thought Jiang Tuan was dissatisfied with the sheepskin, and immediately explained: "There is silk. If you are used to using that, I will ask someone to get it."

Although Jiang Tuan didn't know which was more expensive, sheepskin or silk, he knew that both were not cheap. He was just a commoner, and he felt guilty for using such precious things to scribble.

"Is there nothing more common, cheaper, that you can write with? What do you usually use?"

"Mr., most of them are bamboo slips."

Wow! Bamboo slips! It seems that the living standard here is about the same as that of the Qin and Han dynasties or even earlier.

Because on the blue planet where he lived, bamboo slips were the main writing material before the Han Dynasty.

When he thought of bamboo slips, he recalled a piece of little-known fact he had seen on the Internet.

It is said that Qin Shihuang was not only tall, but also a very strong man, because he had to review 120 kilograms of bamboo slips every day.

After reading this information, the first thing he thought of was that being an emperor in the Qin Dynasty required not only mental strength but also physical strength!

Jiang Tuan estimated that he could not use the bamboo slips, and he was not very good at writing calligraphy. He could not write on such thin bamboo slips. After thinking about it, he finally chose sheepskin.

It would be troublesome to ask people to find wooden boards, carbon bars and so on, so let’s just leave it at that for today!

However, since he was using sheepskin, he could not write and draw as casually as he usually did. If he made a mistake in drawing, he would feel bad about wasting the sheepskin.

Jiang Tuan studied painting for a period of time when he was a child. In fact, he learned not only painting, but also Taekwondo, street dance, calligraphy and other popular arts at that time. He learned them to some extent.

However, in the words of Ms. Wang Qingyun, if she threw the money into the water, you could hear a sound, but when she used it on Jiang Tuan, it was as if the money disappeared, and nothing could be seen or heard.

Fortunately, Jiang Tuan has a good attitude. If he can’t learn well, then he can’t learn well. At least it won’t affect his eating, drinking and having fun.

Thinking back now, Jiang Tuan wished he could go back in time and slap himself twice. If he had known he would travel through time, he would have studied hard no matter what he said. Even if he couldn't learn it, he would have learned it because they were all useful skills after all!

He carefully compared the knowledge in his mind and drew a diagram of the stone mill's structure. After thinking about it, he also drew the stone mill that he had seen in his hometown in the countryside.

Stone mills can grind beans, wheat, etc. into powder, and stone rollers can remove the skins of grains such as wheat and millet. They have different uses.

Since we are already making stone mills, it is easy to make a stone roller. You never know when it will be useful.

After drawing the stone mill and stone roller, he also drew several tools needed for making tofu and purifying salt.

After finishing all the drawings, Jiang Tuan was about to write some notes next to the tools when he suddenly thought that the characters here might be different from those he had learned. If they were different, no one else would be able to understand what he wrote!

"Um, Ning Ling, can you write?"

"Sir, I know a little bit."

It would be good if you can do it. It would be good if you can do it.

Jiang Tuan knew that there were very few educated people in ancient times, and the lower the productivity in an era, the fewer people could write.

There are two main reasons for this situation. The first is the upper class’s monopoly on knowledge.

The second is that many ordinary people cannot even meet their basic needs of food and clothing, so they have no intention of learning. For them, the knowledge they acquire may be of no use in their entire lives.

Ning Ling said that she was once an orphan and now a eunuch. He was also worried that the other party could not write and needed to find someone else.

Now that the other party says he can write, it saves me a lot of trouble.

Ning Ling stood by Jiang Tuan and watched the whole process of him drawing. He was puzzled by the way Jiang Tuan held the pen, and couldn't understand what he was drawing.

However, he had a feeling that these things drawn by Mr. Jiang would have a great impact on Daxia. So when Jiang Tuan asked him to help write, he was very happy.

When Jiang Tuan saw Ning Ling writing characters on the sheepskin that looked like small seal script but were more complicated than small seal script, he felt a little desperate.

Unexpectedly, after studying hard for more than ten years, he became illiterate after traveling through time and space and couldn't even read words.

He doesn't want to learn to write so many complicated characters!

Just when Jiang Tuan was lamenting that the writing of the Great Xia Dynasty was too difficult, Jiang Qi summoned three of his trusted ministers who had met Jiang Tuan and told them about his dream as well as Jiang Tuan's dream.

After Jiang Qi finished speaking, the palace fell into silence.

If the ministers of other dynasties heard about gods or something, they would probably have knelt on the ground and shouted "God bless you!" or "Gods, please appear!" or something like that.

However, the ministers present had heard of or even witnessed the deceptive tricks of the previous dynasty, which made them doubt rather than praise or excitement after listening to Jiang Qi's story.

I suspect that the remnants of the previous dynasty have revived again!

"Your Majesty, I think we should not jump to conclusions on this matter. Just relying on a vague dream cannot prove anything.

What if those remnants teamed up with Jiang Tuan and told him in advance what His Majesty would dream about? "

"What Lord Wei said makes sense, but I think this matter cannot be disbelieved."