Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Yes.

He held the bamboo slips in his hands every day to review them, and his wrists were sore and he felt extremely tired.

And the bamboo slips were piled up in piles on the table and on the ground.

It looks like a small hill.

He felt a lot of pressure every time he saw it.

If we replace all bamboo slips with paper...

When Ying Zheng thought of that scene, he suddenly felt his wrist lighten a little!

"Sir! Can these sheets of paper be bound into a book?!"

"sure."

Qi Pan said, “The books we read, the notebooks we write in, the exercise books we use, etc., aren’t they all in one volume?”

"Wait here for a moment. I'll show it to you."

After saying that, she put down the paper in her hand, stood up, trotted into the inn and went upstairs.

After running into the room, Qi Pan squatted in front of the suitcase.

He took out a blank notebook and went downstairs.

"Hey! Let me show you!"

Qi Pan ran to Ying Zheng and handed him the notebook.

Zhao Gao, who had been watching secretly from the side, widened his eyes when he saw this book!

This, this, this...

This entire booklet is bound with paper? ?

Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand.

Every sheet of paper in the booklet is as thin as a cicada's wing.

The paper is smooth and free of impurities.

With a hint of yellow.

"Sir, this paper... this papermaking process is so advanced?!"

It turns out that the paper the gentleman was talking about looked like this.

This is indeed many times lighter than bamboo slips and cloth.

If his Great Qin could also produce such fine paper, he could carry out government affairs in his carriage when he went out.

While on the road, he dealt with some of the affairs of state.

If this paper is made into a book, it can not only be carried with you, but also circulated at any time.

And the teacher also said that the preservation of books is much more convenient and simpler than bamboo sticks!

Qi Pan said, "Of course, technology is advanced now."

“The paper produced by the paper mill is definitely getting better and better.”

"Those professional machines and equipment are definitely different from mine."

"I'm just tinkering with it, trying to come up with something for emergency use."

She didn't want to get her butt in trouble again.

"cough........"

Ying Zheng asked, "Then are the raw materials of this kind of paper also bamboo, tree bark, hemp, rags, old fishing nets and the like?"

"Yes."

But after thinking about it, Qi Pan added, "Well... I can't say for sure."

"Maybe there will be some improvements, but I haven't learned about this, so I can't guarantee it."

"That's it..."

Ying Zheng asked, "What is the production process of this paper?"

"Oh, pound and chop all the raw materials, bamboo, bark, rags, etc."

Qi Pan said, "Put it in the boiler and boil it until it becomes pulp."

"Then the pulp is soaked in water to make a slurry, and then the pulp is scooped up with bamboo mats, and the pulp is interwoven on the bamboo mats to form a thin sheet of wet paper."

"Just wait for it to dry or dry in the sun, then you can peel it off and use it."

Oh?

Chop and mash?

pulp?

Bamboo mat?

Ying Zheng asked in confusion, "What is this bamboo mat?"

“Hey, this is it.”

Qi Pan pointed at the paper-pasted things drying in the sun and said, "The bamboo mat is underneath the paper-pasted things."

"I asked Eleven and Twelve to cut bamboo and weave it for several days at night."

Ying Zheng turned his head and looked to the other side, flipping through the paper-made numbers eleven and twelve.

Eleven Twelve had been watching this side silently. When he noticed Ying Zheng's gaze, he looked over and nodded.

"Is such that."

The bamboo mat was not easy to weave. They spent several nights to make just this little bit.

"Well, hard work."

Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan again, "You've worked hard, sir."

"Yeah, it's a bit hard."

Qi Pan nodded and said, "Take me to Xianyang later and treat me to milk tea."

"Huh? Wha...what?"

Ying Zheng blinked in confusion.

How come the topic suddenly turned to going to Xianyang to drink milk tea? ?

this......

He's not ready yet!

"Why? You don't want to buy me milk tea?"

Qi Pan opened his eyes and stared at Ying Zheng.

what......

this.......

“No, no…”

This is not a question of whether to treat me to milk tea or not!

If there is milk tea in Xianyang, let alone one cup, he can afford ten or even a hundred cups!

I am willing to invite you too!

Please pray and drink if you are willing!

But the key is, this is Daqin!

There is no milk tea!

Xianyang is not a tourist resort!

Hey?

and many more!

milk tea?

Ying Zheng suddenly asked, "Sir, this milk tea... can you make it? What kind do you like to drink?"

"Yes."

Qi Pan nodded, "Recently I prefer to drink brown sugar pearl milk tea."

"I can do it, but..."

"Just what?"

Ying Zheng asked.

Qi Pan said, "It's this pearl...I don't have it."

"There's nothing in this inn of yours, so you can't do it even if you want to."

“Ah…I see…”

Ying Zheng was also in a dilemma for a moment.

He originally thought that this milk tea was just milk and tea, if the gentleman wanted to drink it.

He will ask the kitchen to prepare it tomorrow and bring it over for the master to drink.

This way, you don't have to make a special trip to Xianyang.

He doesn't have to worry about exposing his identity.

Can.......

Old brown sugar bubble milk tea?

What is old brown sugar?

He knew about sugar, and Daqin also had it.

But what kind of sugar is brown sugar?

Why is there an old word in it?

Is it possible that besides old brown sugar, there is also young brown sugar?

Also, what kind of pearl is this?

He only knew about Eastern pearls, Southern pearls, Western pearls, Northern pearls, and Night-shining pearls.

These pearls are used for viewing, or made into accessories, jewelry, to decorate headpieces and scabbards.

I've never heard of any kind of pearls that are edible.

Seeing that Ying Zheng seemed a little embarrassed, Qi Pan spoke again.

"If that doesn't work, plain milk will do, just add more sugar. I like sweet."

Clean milk?

Ying Zheng asked, "How is this pure milk made?"

"This is simple."

Qi Pan said: "Just boil milk and tea, then add some sugar."

“It’s best to use tea leaves that are more fragrant. The milk tea brewed this way will smell fragrant and taste fragrant too!”

Oh?

Boil milk and tea?

More sugar?

Milk is cow's milk, right?

Is tea the scented tea and medicinal tea you mentioned last time?

It seems...can be done.

So Ying Zheng said, "Clean milk is no problem, I'll send it to you tomorrow!"

"Ah? Can you pack it and send it to me?"

Qipan blinked.

Ying Zheng nodded and said, "Yes."

"I'll bring it to you, so you don't have to make a trip."

"Well... OK."

After saying that, Qi Pan added, "I want ice."

Ying Zheng was stunned, "No problem!"

Serve on the rocks.

There are still some ice cubes stored in the ice cellar in the palace.

When he brings the milk tea tomorrow, he can also bring some ice cubes.

Enough pipe!

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2024 years.

Happy New Year to my dear readers!

In the new year, I wish you good health and all the best!!!