I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

The wooden boards covered with Wolf Tail Grass Pulp were moved out of the classroom one by one and placed under a large tree. The tree was lush, with sunlight filtering through, leaving only scattered spots of light. It was perfect for the newly made paper to be dried under it, since they would completely avoid direct sunlight.

“Have them continue grinding, and prepare more Wolf Tail Grass Pulp,” Su Bai instructed.

“Understood, Shaman,” Yan Jiao nodded, telling Qing Mu and others to continue pushing the stone mill, which could also be considered as exercise.

“Shaman, can you repeat how long it needs to dry before it becomes paper?” Yan Hua asked. When she just took a wooden board out, she lifted it up and down, looking closely at the Wolf Tail Grass Pulp.

Of course, at first, she thought these things looked like excrement, so when she looked again, she still had a disgusted expression. She frowned and looked for a while, and when no one was paying attention, she leaned in to smell it, only to smell the scent of dry grass.

“It’s ready when I say it’s ready.” Su Bai softly said. [Well, I’m the only one with a pocket watch. Even when I said they only need at least three hours to dry, none of you would be able to tell the time…]

“Shaman, won’t this be too tiring for you? Having to constantly pay attention to the paper.” Yu Ying worried. After all, every day, she saw Su Bai either making Shaman Bone Tablets or thinking about things. If the amount of paper made increased in the future, would he not have to pay attention to it every day? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

“Qing Mu and others are still working on it, there will definitely be more later. Shaman, can you really keep up with all of this?” Yan Hua had the same thought.

“You have a point,” Su Bai thought their words made sense.