Chapter 77 Seeing Paper

The rough bamboo boat made by Wang Ge only opened up the concept of compartmentalization and anti-sinking to the shipwrights. When it was actually applied to large ships, the craftsmen had to go a long way to explore.

Not only must the cabin be completely sealed with water, but also how to reinforce the keel? How many cabins can be separated into the largest warship at present? How many cabins can be allowed to ingress under different load conditions? When a single cabin is flooded, can it really be saved?

Sailing while repairing?

Craftsman Yao certainly did not have enough time to test the above. He only had to build the simplest eight-wheeled ship and test whether it could sink in the Nanjiang River. The credit for this achievement belongs to Cuiyi County and himself.

Whether Wang Ge can leave his name in the history of shipbuilding in the Jin Dynasty does not depend on the magistrate of Huan County. It depends on the ultimatum submitted by the county government to the court.

Jiashe Village.

Huan Zhen thought that the sesame steamed cakes were Wang Hu's repayment of gratitude. Unexpectedly, two days later, Wang Weng, Wang Erlang, and Wang Yun came to the rural military camp to deliver cold clothes.

Each piece of cold clothing is wide and fat, and one can tell at a glance that the cloth is not used up. Moreover, the fabric is not the coarsest kudzu, but a slightly better solid thick kudzu, and the reed batting is thickly filled, and the stitches are densely sewn. Huan Zhen's clothes, Shang

There are two pieces each, one each for Yuan Yanshu, Tie Feng, and Tie Lei.

Huan Zhen is no longer what he used to be. A few coarse winter clothes are indeed disdainful to rich people, but for small farmers, they cost several years of savings and can be worth half the price of a cow. If only because of the incident of rescuing Wang Erlang a few days ago,

, these cold clothes will never have time to sew.

Ten tubes of facial fat! Huan Zhen remembered it. He bowed solemnly and said, "Thank you, Aweng. These cold clothes are exactly what I urgently need. After Aweng returns, he must thank grandma on my behalf."

Wang Weng had been worried that others would look down on Hanyi, so he was relieved.

Huan Zhen saw Wang Yun's tense little face and her eyes showing anticipation, so he asked: "Why, did you remember the ninety-nine table?"

"Yes. Brother Huan, can I recite it to you now?"

"Yes. If you recite it correctly, there will be a reward for you."

"Brother Xie Huan." Wang Yun remembered her sister's explanation, put her hands behind her back, looked solemn, and recited loudly and confidently. After he recited "two seventy-four", he did not stop and continued to recite "two and a half" at the end of the ninety-nine table.

And one”.

Huan Zhen secretly praised him! No wonder the master valued this child's aptitude. For a child from the countryside who had never been exposed to arithmetic, he was definitely talented and intelligent if he could complete his regular homework in three days and memorize the nine-nine table by heart.

He took out a few pairs of magnets as a reward. He took away the little bamboo figures a few days ago and returned the magnets. After telling Wang Yu how to use the magnets, Tie Feng brought a basket and gave it to Wang Weng.

Huan Zhen solemnly told Wang Yun: "Master just sent this to Tingyi. It contains new pens, ink, and paper. Tingyi will leave tomorrow. When you go back, write down all your experiences from studying on paper."

, send it over before midnight tomorrow morning. I have been teaching you how to study for a while, and I have to show you the results."

When she mentioned Master, Wang Yun burst into tears, her chin trembled and she said guiltily, "Brother Huan, I'm not right. Master is so good to me, but I can't remember what Master looks like."

Huan Zhen squatted in front of the child and stroked his shoulder. "When we meet, we will naturally recognize him."

"Will we really meet?"

"How can a great Confucian like Master speak lightly? If he says that we will meet again, it will definitely happen. Besides, there will be me."

"Hmm. Then my sister also wants to write her thoughts to Master?"

"Of course. But...you are not allowed to ghostwrite."

"Hmm!" Wang Yun felt that she might have talked too much.

On the way back, Wang Erlang asked: "Why do I think grandma made Huan Xiaolang's cold clothes too big?"

Wang Weng: "What do you know? It's just the time for Huan Xiaolang to show up, and he will be dressed just right for the Chinese New Year."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're not Wei Zi, how can you run so fast?"

"You're in a hurry now. If you didn't say what you said just now, I think you are Wei Zi! Next time something like this happens again, I might as well bring three... Sigh!" One is not as good as one! Wang Weng shook his head.

"Father, has there been another letter from Shatun?"

"No. The bullock carts of the Zhang family no longer travel long distances. It has to be after the New Year. Alas, what I am worried about is...forget it, I won't say this in front of the tiger's head."

Wang Yun took hold of her eldest father's hand and said sensibly: "eldest father, I will cover your hands. Once your hands are warm, you won't be angry anymore."

He actually knew about the worries of his eldest parents. He heard about it from brother Peng Cong, who overheard it. Some neighbors in the village told his father that they were married, but they still didn't tell his third uncle.

In the eyes of the village neighbors, a good son who is obedient and honest is not as good as a sick person like my father.

The three of them came back quickly and put the baskets in the second master's house. Wang Weng and Erlang went back to the main house. Xiao Jia closed the door depressedly. Today she specially traced her eyebrows with firewood ash, but her husband still didn't come back to the house.

, she had no chance to admit her mistake. It was getting colder and colder in this room.

"It's getting colder and colder." Wang Ge rubbed her little hands for her brother. In fact, her hands were not as warm as Wang Yun's.

Wang Yun first relayed Huan Zhen's words, then took out two pairs of magnets and explained: "Brother Huan gave us six pairs of magnets. It just so happens that each of our children has one pair."

The two sisters smiled in understanding, Wang Zhu was not considered a son of the Wang family because of his evil deeds.

Opening the case, in addition to the pen and ink, there are indeed two long pieces of paper with neat edges. One piece is white and has a smooth surface; the other piece is yellow and slightly rough. It should be due to the difference in paper-making materials.

This is the first time Wang Ge has seen paper in ten years of time travel!

Wang Yun tapped the paper with his fingertips. This feeling was so magical. He kept looking at the paper curiously and said: "Brother Huan said, the white one is called white linen paper and the yellow one is called rattan paper. They are both used for writing."

"Sister, I don't dare to hold this thin thing, how can I write on it?"

Wang Ge discovered that he was really a person of this era. Paper was so ordinary in his previous life, but now he was as cautious as his brother when touching it.

Huan Langjun asked her to write on expensive paper? What a waste of a good thing!

"I have an idea. Hutou, first think about what you want to say to Master, write it on the bamboo slips, and then move it to the paper after revising it." After she finished speaking, she gently picked up a piece of white linen paper, and the texture was positive and negative.

There is a difference, the back is not as rough as rattan paper, and there is sparse grass attached.

Wang Yun followed Wang Ge's example, took out a piece of rattan paper, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

Wang Ge also smelled the white linen paper.

The sister and brother looked at each other and smiled, not smelling anything.

Wang Yun asked: "Can I write some homely things to Master?"

"certainly."

"Hehe." Wang Yun was overjoyed. He didn't dare to ask Brother Huan this kind of question, but Sister said yes, it would definitely be fine. "Then how do you write it? I have an idea. Sister put Jiujiu on the table.

Write it down again, those numbers are... easy to learn."

The little guy was still afraid of hurting her self-esteem. Wang Ge tugged on his crotch hair and said, "When you talk to the master about family matters, mention that my sister is the first-class craftsman boy and the first-class craftsman. As for me, I have to think about it.

, I really couldn’t think of anything, so I drew a picture for Master. I drew all the rulers, rules, and rules I learned for Master.”

In fact, when Wang Ge saw the magnet, he had already thought of making a simple compass. In previous history, the Jin Dynasty should have had a compass and a compass, but they were all spoon-shaped compasses that were inconvenient to carry. The record of a water-floating magnetic needle was first seen in "

"Mengxi Written Talk".

But there had to be a reason to draw the magnetic needle compass. Tsk, tsk, tsk... It had only been a few days since the eight-wheeled ship, and she had to have a "whim" again.
Chapter completed!