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In the new industrial area.
In the corner of the abandoned tire factory, in the brick building next to the guard post, a large number of scrapped parts were displayed here, some of which had been assembled into usable machines.
Several workers wearing fur clothes were adding a special alkaline sizing agent to a large pot of pulp made from plant fibers such as cotton and linen.
Production was in full swing.
In the wooden box next to it, a batch of products had been produced.
Those paper had a linen-gray color in natural conditions and a slight bluish tinge when exposed to light. The main reason for this was that the Blue Umbrella Mushroom was dried and ground into the pulp.
Chu Guang also did not expect that the mushrooms that he kept at the bottom of the warehouse for a long time would actually come in handy.
Standing beside the box, Chu Guang held a piece of paper cut into squares in his hand. After rubbing it between his index finger and thumb for a while, he looked at the old man standing beside him to ask, "How many sheets of this can you produce in a day?"
After hearing the question from the administrator, the old man replied respectfully, "Sir, in addition to Blue Umbrella Mushroom, a special kind of nettle is needed to produce this paper. Although this is not an uncommon thing, it is difficult to find in winter. If the supply of raw materials is sufficient, we can produce about 500 kilograms a day."
The old man's name was Wu Mu, from a settlement of survivors in the middle...
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