Su Qiao scratched her head. "Forget it. You can take this paper and use it. I'll make some lower-quality paper from wheat straw to use as coarse paper."
There hadn't been any wheat straw before, but the wheat had been harvested now, and the straw had been drying for several days. It should be usable.
"Qiao'er, this craft..." The old man opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to continue.
Su Qiao knew what they were wondering about. She scratched her head and could only brace herself and keep going.
"I saw this in a book I picked up on the mountain years ago. Then I studied it a little, and I didn't expect it to actually work."
"A book you picked up?"
No one had expected that to be the explanation.
The old man trembled with excitement. "Where's the book?"
"Yes, where's the book?"
The others also crowded around nervously, each of them staring at Su Qiao with wide eyes.
"That happened several years ago. I can't remember where I put the book."
Su Qiao was starting to sweat—not from fear, but guilt.
The book didn't even exist yet. Perhaps it was still waiting for her to make it herself!
"Go look for it!"
"Search everywhere, inside and out."
Everyone was practically going crazy with frustration.
Such an important book, and she had actually forgotten where she put it.
Su Qiao looked innocent. "It's not inside. I already searched. Maybe I dropped it somewhere on the mountain. I'll think carefully about it later."
"You must think carefully, understand?"
"That's right. You have to remember. This is a major matter, something that concerns whether our family can prosper."
Everyone wanted to curse, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. Things had come to this, so all they could