Chapter 21: Paper Failure
Gu Xiaoyou was in a happy mood and she ate all her lunch.
Seeing that she was not affected, Mrs. Zhou felt relieved and asked, "Xiaoyou, is our medical clinic still open?" while clearing away the dishes.
Gu Xiaoyou thought for a while: "Let's go, there will always be people who are sick."
She got up and left the backyard and went to the front hall to continue searching for information.
After sitting there for an hour, I simply moved everything to the backyard.
He said to Mrs. Zhou who was doing embroidery: "Sister Zhou, I'll help you look after the hospital from the front. Call me when someone comes."
"Okay, I'll be right over." Mrs. Zhou took the embroidery booth and needle and thread and walked towards the front hall.
Gu Xiaoyou took the thick information prepared in his hand and rolled up his sleeves to prepare for the official start.
Based on the information she found, she prepared some wood.
Carefully peel the wood and cut it into small pieces.
Gu Xiaoyou cut for a long time, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he wiped the sweat from his eyes: "It would be great if there was a machine, it's so troublesome to cut this."
After chopping for more than half an hour, she finally got a basket of thin, fine, qualified sawdust.
"The next step is steaming."
Holding a basket of sawdust, Gu Xiaoyou went to the kitchen to boil water.
A large pot of water was quickly boiled, and just as she was pouring it into it, Mrs. Zhou came over.
"Xiao You, a patient is here... Ouch, my little ancestor, why are you cooking wood? Are you hungry?"
Mrs. Zhou looked at her with a surprised look, Gu Xiaoyou waved her hand: "No, I'm useful..."
It was too troublesome to explain, so Gu Xiaoyou simply ordered: "I'm going to see the patient first. You can look after it for me. I'm going to boil it into wood pulp."
After saying that, she hurried towards the front yard. Zhou looked at her back with confusion, then looked at the pot. She stood in front of the stove and stirred with a spatula from time to time.
By the time Gu Xiaoyou came back from seeing the patient, the sawdust had almost been boiled into wood pulp.
"Thank you, Sister Zhou, I will do the rest."
"Okay." Sister Zhou handed the spatula to Gu Xiaoyou and returned to the front yard.
As soon as Zhou left, Gu Xiaoyou got some plant ash and put it in the pot.
"I almost forgot the most important procedure."
The alkaline water of burning plant ash is added to the wood pulp to form it.
With the addition of plant ash and boiling for a period of time, the wood pulp was finally boiled out.
Gu Xiaoyou took out several clay pots and put wood pulp in them.
Take out one of the cans, pour it into the pot, add the raw materials she bought from the paper making workshop, and simmer gently.
It wasn't until it got dark that she cooked a small pot of paper pulp.
Gu Xiaoyou wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the pulp in the pot with a sense of accomplishment.
Mrs. Zhou locked up the front yard and came to the kitchen: "Xiaoyou, you have been busy all afternoon and cooked a pot of what?"
"Hey, this is pulp."
"Pulp? Do you want to make paper?"
"Yes, I not only want to make paper, I also want to make unique paper."
Gu Xiaoyou said with bright eyes, as if she had seen her toilet paper waving to her.
Mrs. Zhou took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face: "If you want to use paper, I will buy it for you. Why bother?"
"Sister Zhou, you don't understand. The paper I want to make cannot be bought here."
Gu Xiaoyou took the handkerchief and wiped it randomly: "I also need to build a small fire room, otherwise my paper will not be able to come out."
"Fire room?"
Gu Xiaoyou nodded, walked to the backyard and took out the design of her flower.
Mrs. Zhou looked at it carefully: "Isn't this just a small stove for burning things? I can make it and I can make it for you."
"Really? That's great. Thank you, Sister Zhou. My small stove depends on you." Gu Xiaoyou looked at the sky: "It's too late today, let's do it tomorrow."
Zhou felt that she was finally useful, so she happily responded: "Okay, don't worry, I will set it up for you tomorrow."
The two of them left the hospital together and had a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Mrs. Zhou prepared bricks and mud and got busy in the backyard of the hospital early in the morning.
Gu Xiaoyou wanted to help, but she rushed him to the front yard to take care of the medical center.
It wasn't until noon that Mrs. Zhou took Gu Xiaoyou to the backyard, with a gentle smile on her face: "Look, it's done."
Gu Xiaoyou happily walked around the small stove and looked at the internal structure carefully. It was even more perfect than her design. She gratefully said to Mrs. Zhou: "Sister Zhou, you are really amazing.
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Ms. Zhou pursed her lips in embarrassment: "Every family in the village builds their own stove for small things. Everyone in our village can do it."
Compared to Xiaoyou, what she knows is nothing to mention.
"You are so humble. You have helped me a lot. I have to thank you very much."
Gu Xiaoyou said, rummaging around on his body, Zhou quickly waved his hand: "No, I'll go to the front yard to watch, you can do your work."
Gu Xiaoyou took back her hand regretfully, planning to thank Zhou in the future.
She took out last night's pulp, and based on the information she found, she first removed the water from the pulp, then added the animal glue bought from the papermaking workshop, stirred it, and beat it repeatedly with a wooden mallet.
After hammering for a long time before she achieved the desired effect, she put down the mallet and rubbed her sore arm.
She felt like she had turned into a merciless beating machine.
Gu Xiaoyou raised his sore and swollen arms and lit the stove.
When you feel that the temperature is right, smooth the homemade paper pulp on the iron sheet, carefully put it into the stove, and close the stove door.
"Now I just need to keep an eye on the fire and wait for a while, hehe."
Gu Xiaoyou confidently added firewood, watched the fire, and even tried to observe the situation through the gap in the stove door.
Unfortunately, I saw nothing but darkness.
Slowly, the scent of paper wafted out from the stove, and Gu Xiaoyou said happily: "It looks like there's something going on."
Gu Xiaoyou flashed her fan, stared at the stove, and counted the time in her mind, feeling that it was almost done.
Wearing thick gloves, he opened the stove door and looked in expectantly.
As a result, the pulp inside the stove was pitch black.
Gu Xiaoyou was disappointed and took out the finished product and held it in front of his eyes: "I don't smell the paste either. Why is it burnt?"
She drooped her shoulders in frustration.
At this time, Ms. Zhou walked in and asked with concern: "Xiaoyou, what's going on?"
"Sister Zhou, I failed."
Gu Xiaoyou pitifully showed the battered pulp to Ms. Zhou.
Zhou glanced at it for a few times and said regretfully: "The firepower is too high. I guess the paper paste is the same as the paste. It needs a smaller fire."
Gu Xiaoyou straightened up as if enlightened: "You are right, the heat must be wrong."
As he said that, he took out a pen and paper and started calculating carefully.
Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "You go ahead and I'll make lunch for you."
"Yeah, okay." Gu Xiaoyou responded without raising his head, studying it intently.
Zhou shook her head helplessly and walked towards the kitchen.
After a quick lunch, Gu Xiaoyou took out another can of paper pulp.
Repeat the first step, put the smoothed pulp into the stove, close the stove door, and wait attentively.
When the time finally came, she opened the stove door and took out the paper pulp iron piece to take a look.
A piece of half-baked paper lay on the iron sheet, and when gently picked up by hand, it fell into a ball.
"Is the time too short?"
Gu Xiaoyou was not discouraged and took out another can of paper pulp. She didn't believe that she couldn't make pieces of paper.
She spent the entire day studying in the backyard.
It wasn't until Mrs. Zhou came back after locking the front yard and saw Gu Xiaoyou's appearance that she was shocked.
Chapter completed!