Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 38 Chen Daochang's dream come true, ancient paper-making tools
There was chaos on Weibo.

Su Cheng was lying on the bed, also dumbfounded, and clicked on Su Cheng of those people Aite over and over again.

He himself wondered if Aite was the wrong person.

I clicked in one by one, but every time I went straight to his personal Weibo interface.

half an hour.

Only then did Su Cheng realize, "Is this what Xuewei is selling?"

He remembered that when he was in the car during the day, Hua Xuewei said that he had a lot to do with Huahuo Entertainment.

"It's such a big deal for a long time." Su Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At this moment, the phone interface changed to caller ID.

Hua Xuewei called.

Su Cheng was surprised at first, then shook his head and smiled, and clicked to connect.

"How is it? Is it cool, is it cool, tell me quickly."

Sioux City.

Hua Xuewei was lying on the bed, her snow-white calves swaying back and forth, cute and cute.

Su Cheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the voice asking for credit, "It doesn't affect Huahuo Entertainment, does it?"

Let so many celebrities stand for themselves, it is considered human favor.

"It's okay, I told my elder brother, and he said it's a trivial matter." Hua Xuewei's delicate voice came, and she switched to the cute girl mode again.

Huarong?

Su Cheng was stunned, but he didn't expect that this matter had to be approved by him.

Thinking of this, he sighed silently, this time he owed favors.

"Okay, thank your elder brother for me. If you have time to watch Qingfeng, it will be considered a vacation." Su Cheng sent out an invitation.

Then the two chatted a few more words, and after hanging up the phone, Su Cheng turned off the phone and went to sleep.

the next day.

Su Cheng got up early in the morning and slept, feeling refreshed.

Facing the sun, play a set of Wu Qin Xi, and then turn on the live broadcast.

Unsurprisingly, the swarming netizens immediately talked about yesterday's "record".

"Brother Su, did you watch the Weibo battle yesterday? Be good, I'll wash Gu Yun's comment section with blood!"

"Haha! I am honored to participate! My way is not alone!"

Netizens launched barrages one after another, reporting the results in a hurry, and the live broadcast room was full of joy.

Su Cheng just opened the door of the carving room, controlled the drone and walked into the carving room. He glanced at the barrage and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

In fact, he didn't care about Master Gu at all, but Su Cheng was very moved to see so many strange netizens defending himself.

"Okay everyone, forget about the unhappy things, let's make the Taoist priest's dream come true today."

As he spoke, he sat down straight, and the drone captured the picture, clearly presenting the tools and rosewood on the table.

Su Cheng picked up the red sandalwood and observed it carefully for a moment. I haven't carved it for two days. I was afraid of making mistakes, so I thought about it in my mind first.

After a while, he carefully manipulated the electric carving knife and began to carve the red sandalwood whisk.

Netizens also stopped and did not talk about Master Gu.

Occasionally, a few barrages popped up and were quickly submerged.

"Brother Su, can you finish engraving today?"

Some netizens launched a barrage of curious inquiries.

Wudang Mountain.

Daochang Chen, who was watching the live broadcast room eagerly, put down his hand that was about to type. He just wanted to ask Su Cheng if he could finish typing today.

Don't make any fools out of it.

Chen Daochang prayed secretly, and silently recited the Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable.

Su Cheng concentrated on manipulating the carving knife, and every time it fell, it could bring up strands of tiny debris.

"No problem, the finishing work is left before. It's just that there are too many troubles and delays. It should be finished today."

"Hey, Taoist priest can finally rest assured."

"Taoist Priest: I just want to show off in front of my senior brother. Why is it so difficult?"

The audience laughed and said.

[Wudang Mountain Daoist Chen] Sending a dream castle*1: "Don't listen to their nonsense, Su Xiaoyou, the poor are not in a hurry!"

Netizens laughed when they saw the stubborn Daoist priest.

Su Cheng also found it funny, "Master Daoist, come and get it after lunch."

next second.

【Wudang Mountain Daoist Chen】: "Okay!"

Such a quick reply naturally aroused ridicule from the audience.

Next, Su Cheng was chatting with netizens while carefully carving a red sandalwood whisk.

I simply cooked a bowl of dried noodles at noon, and made up for the rest after eating.

So far, the red sandalwood whisk has completed its work.

Netizens in the live broadcast room looked at the whisk handle in Su Cheng's hand, and their eyes were quickly attracted.

"I'll go, such a red sandalwood whisk is expensive and beautiful, does the Taoist priest dare to take it out? I'm not afraid of being robbed."

"It's the first time I've seen a purple dust whisk handle. No wonder everyone calls the Taoist priest a Taoist demon."

"Haha, what a goddamn Taoist demon."

Su Cheng held the red sandalwood whisk with a smile on his face.

After several days, the thing was finally engraved.

Good-looking is really good-looking, precious is also really precious, Su Cheng is afraid of knocking when holding it by himself.

Soon, Chen Daochang came to fetch the red sandalwood whisk, but Su Cheng stopped him when he was about to leave.

"Daoist, do you have any big wooden barrels over there?"

"Big wooden barrel?" Chen Daochang was surprised, "How big is it? No, why do you want this thing first?"

bath?

No way?
Didn't Qingfengguan install a water heater?
Su Cheng gestured with both hands, "It doesn't need to be too big, it's just this, it's just this big."

"I want to use it to make rice paper."

Now not only Chen Daochang was stunned, but also the audience in the live broadcast room.

But soon, Chen Daochang realized, "To make rice paper, do you want to beat it with a wooden barrel?"

Su Cheng nodded.

"It's not that big." Chen Daochang shook his head, stroked his beard, and stretched out his hand to gesture, "If it's small, it won't be easy for you to copy it later."

The netizens in the live broadcast room seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, with a confused look on their faces.

"No, Daoist, Brother Su, can you two stop talking nonsense?"

"That's right, can you be considerate to those of us who have never seen the world? What is beating? What is copying?"

"But it doesn't affect me in the slightest, blowing Brother Su up, what the hell is he even able to make paper?"

"I also want to say, Brother Su, what else do you not know?!"

Su Cheng was thinking about where to get wooden barrels and other tools, but the tumbling barrage in the live broadcast made him laugh out loud.

simply explained.

"Pulping is to mix the bark of the tree bark into water and stir it."

"Paper making is to use paper-making bamboo curtains to penetrate into the beaten pulp to copy the pulp, then slowly filter out the water and dry it in the sun."

"This is a necessary process for papermaking."

After listening to Su Cheng's introduction, the audience suddenly realized and sighed that they had learned it.

Chen Daochang thought for a while, and suddenly said: "You can go to the village at the foot of the mountain to have a look. I remember seeing a villager bathing several children in a big wooden barrel last year, like killing a pig."

"In the village?" Su Cheng was pleasantly surprised.

"I don't know if there are any, you can ask, if you don't have one, you can just buy it." Chen Daochang said with a smile: "Anyway, you have to buy other things, and it's not like you can make paper with just a bucket."

Su Cheng nodded. Indeed, wooden barrels and paper-making bamboo curtains are just the most basic.

There are also things like wooden hammers, scissors, and stone mortars that are indispensable.

"Okay, I'll go down and have a look later."

Just look at Grandma Cao, last time those little anchors blocked the door of the house, but they scared the old lady a lot.

Su Cheng was always feeling sorry for herself.

　New book for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)