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"Yes," Zhao Hanzhang said, "I have decided that in the future, any industry that has cooperation with the Zhao family will be placed under your name."

Fu Tinghan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Zhao Hanzhang took back the contract, tilted his head and asked him, "You don't ask me why?"

Fu Tinghan said: "I know that your surname is Zhao, and I am a foreigner. Once there is a dispute in the industry, my identity is more suitable than yours to negotiate with the Zhao family."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled slightly, "That's why."

Fu Tinghan: "Aren't you afraid that I will betray you in the future?"

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him: "Can you do it?"

Fu Tinghan shook his head, "I can't, but you just believe in me?"

Zhao Hanzhang dried the ink on the contract and folded it, "You are worthy of trust. Not to mention just this small amount of property, you are worthy of entrusting me with all my wealth."

Fu Tinghan was not that happy and asked: "Is it the same as your willingness to entrust all your family property to Mr. Ji?"

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him intently for a while, then suddenly leaned over the table and approached him. Fu Tinghan subconsciously leaned back and leaned on the chair.

Zhao Hanzhang looked into his eyes and said, "Of course it's different. I regard Mr. Ji as a counselor. If he fails me, I will treat him like a national soldier in the future. If he fails me, I will get along well with him. Blessings He will have a smooth career in the future; but you,"

Zhao Hanzhang came closer, looked at his tense face and said softly: "Fu Tinghan, if you betray me, I may kill you."

Fu Tinghan didn't feel sad, but his eyes were a little moist. He looked at her and nodded gently: "Okay."

Zhao Hanzhang got his agreement, couldn't help but smile, quickly pecked his lips, and stood up under his wide-eyed gaze, "I'm going to find Uncle Ming. We're going to the papermaking workshop in a while. You can clean up." "

Zhao Hanzhang ran out of the study in a hurry. Fu Tinghan held his breath and watched her leave. He reached out and touched his lips, and got up in a hurry.

He stacked up all the pictures on the table in a panic. Halfway through the stack, he found that he had also folded the useless pictures, so he hurriedly found them again.

Zhao Ming couldn't get used to sitting on their chair. He stood at the window with his hands behind his back and looked at the snow outside in a daze. When he saw Zhao Hanzhang coming in in a hurry, he looked her up and down, "What are you doing in a hurry? Ting Han didn't agree?"

Zhao Qing was surprised, "If you put the property in his name, he won't agree?"

"No," Zhao Hanzhang said with a serious face: "Uncle Qing, this papermaking skill was originally figured out by Ting Han, and this papermaking workshop should also belong to him."

Zhao Qing asked hurriedly: "Then he is not satisfied with you giving 40% to the clan?"

"...That's not the case. I just feel that sixty-four points is not good. He thinks it should be five or five points."

Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is also for easier management in the future. If it is 50-50, when major issues are undecided, should we listen to him or us? If there is a gap, it will be easier to know who to listen to when we have conflicting opinions in the future. of."

Zhao Ming stood silently in front of the window and watched her serious nonsense. He glanced at the red tips of her ears and interrupted the conversation between the two of them. "Get ready to go to the paper mill."

Zhao Hanzhang responded obediently, "Oh."

Tinghe obeyed the order and went down to prepare the carriage.

When Fu Tinghan came out with the drawings, their expressions returned to normal. Zhao Ming glanced at the two of them and walked in front, "Let's go and come back quickly."

Zhao Qing smiled honestly at Fu Tinghan and explained for Zhao Ming, "He is like this. He seems unreasonable, but he is actually very warm-hearted."

Fu Tinghan knew it, otherwise he would not have been tricked again and again by Zhao Hanzhang.

When he arrived at the papermaking workshop, Zhao Ming looked disgusted, "This is too small."

In Xiping, not many things could be hidden from Zhao Ming, so he knew about it as soon as Zhao Hanzhang asked people to build a paper mill next to the village.

But he didn't know that this paper mill could be so simple. He looked at the puddle where the materials were soaked and shook his head, "This pit is small and disorderly. You are not good at managing things."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "This steward was originally the steward of Zhuangzi. This Zhuangzi is not big. It is precisely because he is not good at management that I asked my uncle."

If he was capable, could she still ask Zhao Ming?

Wouldn't it be better to take over the power of the paper mill by yourself?

Those people in the school will be useless if they don't learn for two or three years, and two or three years are too important in this troubled world.

Everything she does now requires paper, and she no longer wants to send people to surrounding counties to buy paper every now and then because of the lack of paper.

Zhao Qing went in for a walk and started asking how to make the paper.

Fu Tinghan took out the pictures he drew last night and this morning and said: "I want to build two big ponds..."

Fu Tinghan took the drawings and took them to see the existing pulp processing methods and told them the process of making a piece of paper.

Zhao Qing listened carefully. He didn't need to know how to make paper, but he had to know the process so that he could make better manpower arrangements.

"At that time, the curtain bed can be placed here, and this area can be used to dry the paper. A row of houses will need to be built there to serve as a warehouse," Fu Tinghan said: "If it rains, the paper must be moved back."

Zhao Ming listened for a while, then got bored and took a stick to poke at the materials in the reaction pit. When he poked around, he found something was wrong, so he pulled the things out of the pit to look at them, and then looked at the things in the pit next to him.

Zhao Ming frowned and waved to Zhao Hanzhang, "What's going on? Everything in this pit is different."

Zhao Hanzhang took a look and said, "Oh, these are different formulas. We want to try what the paper looks like with different ratios."

Zhao Ming: "...I saw straw inside."

"Yes, there is also wheat straw, which is soaked after threshing. It costs nothing at all," Zhao Hanzhang said: "Ting Han and I tore up various materials and compared them. It may be made of hemp and mulberry bark. Paper is the best. You can try increasing the ratio of the two next time to see the effect."

These also need to be studied.

Zhao Qing heard it from the side and asked: "In this case, is one reaction tank and one pulp tank enough?"

Fu Tinghan said: "That's enough. These small ones can be used in the test pits. Choose which one to produce based on the quality of the paper produced in the test pits, and then prepare the pulp according to the production plan. The reaction pool can be divided into areas for use."

He said: "You have to clean the bottom of the pit after using the pulp."

Zhao Qing understood. He nodded and looked around. He already had a plan in mind. He pointed directly to the fields on the side and said: "Give me this part of the field. I will build a house to surround it, and in the middle is the papermaking place." ."

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at it and saw that there was no wheat field, and then nodded in agreement, but, "I don't have that many manpower at the moment."

Zhao Qing said calmly: "I'll prepare the manpower."

Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "Uncle Qing, if you help me, I will allocate that piece of land to you. How about you help me build a bookstore?"

Zhao Ming slapped her on the head, "The bookstore must not be placed outside the city, it must be placed inside the city."