Chapter 159 Ancient Paper Making
Di Lie was very efficient in his work. In less than 24 hours, Na Zeyang was thrown into Gobi Prison.
When Jiya saw the person, she said, "Male."
Maima asked in confusion, "Sister Jiya, what kind of male is this?"
Jiya was hugging Da Da and said, "You, me, Aimoye, and even Da Da are female. I didn't expect that one day, there would be a male in the family."
The "male" Na Zeyang was taken to the medical room by Ai Moye, where he was undergoing examination.
Mai Ma looked at the newly built medical room and said with envy, "The Marshal is such a good man. He actually sent so many medical equipment and quickly renovated the house. As expected, rich people are different and are not stingy at all."
Jiya was noncommittal.
Indeed, before dawn, people came from the prison center, saying that the marshal had entrusted them to repair the medical room and renovate and expand the residence and warehouse.
Later, the marshal came to see it in person and took away the rose liqueur from the wine cellar.
Jiya felt distressed and helpless. The rose liqueur suited her very well, but Ai Moye had prepared it for the marshal as a thank you.
If the marshal didn't take it, she could drink some secretly.
In the medical room, Ai Moye urged, "Senior, just take off your clothes. Not to mention you are better than me, and you are taller than me. What's more, I am a pregnant woman, are you still afraid that I will do something to you?" "
It had been ten minutes since Na Zeyang came in, still holding on to the cloak tightly and refusing to let go.
Not to mention treatment, he couldn't even let go of examination.
Ai Moye tried to persuade him, but he refused to take off his cloak, let alone lie down on the examination bed.
Ai Moye had no choice but to report the situation to Di Lie.
After Di Lie arranged the military affairs, he immediately came in a mecha. Without saying a word, he beat Na Zeyang unconscious. He peeled off his cloak and threw it on the examination bed.
Ai Moye swore that no one in her hometown would be so rough when killing pigs.
Di Lie said, "Did you see that when faced with uncooperative patients, a good beating can help them become honest?"
Aimoye said, "The doctor-patient relationship is tense, and you have to bear a lot of responsibility for this behavior."
She drove Di Lie out with a wave of her hand and came back to examine Na Zeyang.
The instruments showed that Nazeyang's meridians were indeed blocked and the blood flow in his body was disordered.
What troubles Aimoye is that even if he knows the cause, there is no way to treat it immediately.
She originally planned to use acupuncture, which was slow but safe.
But Zeyang's condition was too serious. In just a short time, the examination bed was almost burned through by the electric current, and the damage rate of the instruments reached 70%.
It is estimated that before the silver needle gets close, it will be destroyed by the strong electric current until there is not even ashes left.
You can only use medicine to control and relieve symptoms first.
After leaving the medical room, Ai Moye explained the situation, and Di Lie was neither surprised nor surprised.
"I leave it to you to see if it can be cured. Don't force it."
Seeing that he really didn't have high expectations, Ai Moye felt that the burden on her shoulders was much lighter.
After understanding the situation, Di Lie immediately drove the mecha and left. It is estimated that the military department also had important matters.
Uncle Di is actually spinning like a top every day.
After Zeyang woke up, Aimoye explained the situation. He still looked indifferent and just put on his cloak slowly.
No part of his skin or flesh was intact, and even his face had been burned through and then healed, revealing the dense white bones.
Ai Moye prepared the medicine and said, "Senior, take these medicines first, and then contact me when the power rampage is a little under control. Remember to take it, otherwise Uncle Di will beat you again."
Na Zeyang said "Yeah" very softly. His throat was burned and he couldn't pronounce too many syllables.
Ai Moye was still not at ease and quietly contacted Zidao again, asking Zidao to keep an eye on Zeyang.
After sending Na Zeyang away, there was nothing to do for the time being, and everyone was quite free.
Ai Moye took the time to fiddle with the temperature control device sent by Di Lie. It was said that it could control the temperature and temperature in different areas.
This kind of technology is very common in the interstellar, but it is not very useful. It really requires the control of the whole area, and it consumes a lot of energy stones.
Emperor Lie's original intention was to put it on the farmland of Ai Mo Ye. If the climate is suitable, it will grow faster and reduce the frequency of using supernatural powers.
Ai Moye thought so too, but considering the consumption of energy stones, in the end he only controlled the climate of the medicine fields and flower fields.
While having lunch, Jia Ya said, "There is a tree dying in the forest. I don't know what's going on. Remember to take a look."
Mai Ma also thought of this and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that tree was fine a few days ago, but it has suddenly withered in the past few days. I don't know if it can be saved."
When Ai Moye heard this, she couldn't even eat and hurried to see it.
Upon inspection, I found out that there were insects growing in the roots of the tree, which had eaten away large pieces of the roots.
It's a pity that a towering tree can't be cured in the blink of an eye.
There are no birds in this forest, and insects have no natural enemies, so they will naturally attack the trees.
If this continues, I'm afraid the entire forest will be eaten away.
Most planets in the interstellar world have few plants and naturally few birds, creating a vicious cycle. Aimoye immediately requested the management center to purchase a batch of harmless birds.
After receiving the request, the center was very embarrassed and only promised to help and take care of it.
Ai Moye circled the big tree several times and felt that it was not worth spending her powers to save.
But such a big tree cannot be chopped down and used as firewood.
Suddenly, Di Lie's figure flashed through his mind, giving Ai Moye a new idea.
Taking some time, Aimoye started a live broadcast.
"Today I will teach you how to make paper using the ancient method. Friends who want to try it, remember to take notes."
[We’re just having fun, we don’t plan to really learn]
[That is, the fugitive thinks that everyone has a forest at home]
[Can the fugitive still make paper? To be honest, you are actually some kind of artificial intelligence, with ancient skills input into your brain, right? 】
Ai Moye smiled and said nothing, only preparing the papermaking tools.
Of course she didn't know how to make paper, so she relied on the "Tiangong Kaiwu" borrowed by Di Lie. As long as you know how to read and are willing to use your hands, even if you overturn once or twice, fans will understand.
She asked the warden for the necessary tools for papermaking and started making paper live.
“First, we peel the big trees and cut them into pieces to make raw pulp.”
To peel and cut towering trees, of course, ordinary people cannot do it by ordinary means, and modern machinery cannot be used, otherwise it would not be "papermaking by ancient methods."
Ai Moye cast a magic circle, and wild flower vines flew all over the sky, tearing the big tree into pieces with his bare hands, which was faster and more efficient than a gravel crusher.
The wood fell down one after another, and soon a small mountain was piled in the open space.
The wood is then soaked and cooked with lime slurry until plant fibers emerge. The next process is fermentation and rinsing, and then material selection to pick out debris such as stones without any impurities.
Ancient techniques are inefficient, but they are more attractive to the audience, so Aimoye would rather use complex techniques to make them than use modern technology to assist.
After thousands of beatings, the pulp is finally shaped, followed by slippery and papermaking. The mixed pulp is poured into the wooden curtain and shaken slowly and evenly.