"Why can paper be made like this..."
"What color would this kind of paper burn..."
"Young Master Lin Ke, if those grasses are boiled with sheepskin, what kind of paper would it become?..."
From the paper mill to the glass factory, which is just a few dozen meters away, Granny Hisai buzzed around Lin Ke's ear like a wrinkled 104-year-old fly.
However, as they neared the glass factory, Granny Hisai gradually couldn't speak anymore.
Hot!
Incredibly hot!
As they approached the glass factory, waves of heat came rushing at them.
It's already the Month of Blazing Fires, and Lin Ke's birthday is precisely July 27th.
Although the Month of Blazing Fires here covers July, August, and September, it doesn't stop the weather from heating up already.
Of course, the heat of the glass factory is unrelated to the weather; it has to do with the fire inside.
"Wait for me here."
Lin Ke glanced at the team leader and then signaled to Granny Hisai, "You come with me."
"Yes, Young Master."
