I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight

Chapter 15 Papermaking
Thinking of this, Ying Changsheng got a headache.

But at this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Yes.

Ordinary means cannot be used.

You can use some special ones!
For example, if Brother Zheng knew what kind of bastard Zhao Gao was, then Brother Zheng would never tolerate Zhao Gao in this way!
As for how to make Brother Zheng believe what he said?

Ying Changsheng thought about it for a while, then found bamboo slips, and then used a brush to write a letter to Brother Zheng.

After writing a letter, Ying Changsheng rolled up the bamboo slips, tied them with cowhide ropes, and immediately shouted to the side.

"Yan Yi!"

"Belongs!"

Outside the hall, Yan Yi walked in quickly, and immediately bowed his hands to Ying Changsheng.

"Take this letter and send it to your father immediately!"

"Yes!"

Yan nodded, then took the letter written by Ying Changsheng and the black information he had collected about Zhao Gao, left in a hurry, and rode his horse to the east.

……

"Bamboo slips are really inconvenient to use!"

At the same time, Ying Changsheng, who had just written a letter using the bamboo slips from the Qin Dynasty, couldn't help but sigh.

Bamboo slips are really not easy to use, and the cost is high, and they have to be strung together with cowhide ropes, which is very troublesome. Moreover, the durability is not very good, because the cowhide ropes worn on bamboo slips will wear out and break after long-term use .

Moreover, it is not convenient to write.

When bamboo slips are written, they absorb ink for too long.

Therefore, some bamboo slips these days are not even written with pen and ink, but are carved with a knife. Probably, this is also the source of the name knife and pen official in later generations.

Most importantly, this thing is too bulky!

A bamboo slip can only write a few dozen characters, and a roll of bamboo slips can only write a few hundred characters.

compared to thin paper.

The gap is too big!
Thinking of this, Ying Changsheng couldn't help looking into his own mind.

[System Backpack: National Luck Value of 1, Papermaking*1, Iron and Steel Smelting Technology*[-]]

Iron and steel smelting, for Ying Changsheng, is not in a hurry for the time being, not to mention that iron ore and coal mines have not yet been found, and it will not be possible for a while.

But this papermaking technique is quite simple.

Technically, it is not too difficult.

Moreover, living in Daqin for some time, Ying Changsheng is very aware of the inconvenience of not having paper.

Say nothing else.

Since Daqin has no paper at the moment, he usually wants to wipe his ass after going to the toilet.

There are also some troubles.

After all, the Qin Dynasty used toilet chips, which is really unacceptable to modern people who are used to post-paper.

Thinking of this, Ying Changsheng immediately decided.

papermaking!

As for the place where the paper is made?

Of course it’s the Imperial Garden!

At this time, the Imperial Garden of the Great Qin Xianyang Palace seemed to be a base for Ying Changsheng to mess around.

So, after making up your mind.

Ying Changsheng immediately gave instructions to the eunuch at the side.

"Go to my son immediately, find some people, let them send people to the imperial garden, and prepare some mulberry, bark, rags and other things by the way!"

"Young Master Nineteen, what do you want..."

The eunuch was a little confused, so he just felt that it was really inappropriate to do these things in the palace.

But immediately, Ying Changsheng looked at him coldly.

"What is my son doing, and I still need to discuss with a servant like you?"

"Don't dare, slave girl knows the crime, slave girl knows the crime, slave girl will go down and prepare..."

The eunuch was so frightened by Ying Changsheng that he hurried down to prepare.

Not long after, when Ying Changsheng appeared in the imperial garden, everything he wanted was already prepared.

According to his instructions, the craftsmen who were called also began to soak the mulberry trees and rags, and then smashed these things, cut them, and made them into pulp.

I'm busy.

Someone outside reported.

"The nineteenth son, the eldest son, and General Wang are asking to see..."

"Let them in!"

Ying Changsheng waved his hand.

Not long after, Wang Jian and Fu Su were brought here.

As soon as he came in, seeing Ying Changsheng directing the craftsmen to do things, Fusu couldn't help frowning, and he said to Ying Changsheng.

"Nineteenth brother, the emperor asked you to supervise the country. It's fine if you don't go to court. How can you mess around with a group of craftsmen in this imperial garden?"

"I'm not messing around!"

Ying Changsheng waved his hands and said. Seeing the confidence shining on his little face, Wang Jian couldn't help but wonder, and he asked quickly.

"Young Master Nineteen, what did you make?"

"Paper!"

Ying Changsheng explained.

"Paper?"

Wang Jian and Fu Su looked at each other, apparently not knowing what it was.

At the same time, with drying, the first sheet of paper has been peeled off from the light gauze fixed by the frame.

"This is it!"

"This is paper!"

Fusu suddenly understood, and then reached out to touch it, frowning.

"But, what's the use of this thing? Besides, it doesn't look like it's too strong, and it doesn't look like it can be made into clothes..."

"Young Master Nineteen, may I ask what is the purpose of this thing?"

Wang Jian also asked at the right time.

"Come here, fetch pen and ink!"

Ying Changsheng shouted to the side.

The chief eunuch of the Imperial Garden ran over with a pen and ink in his hands.

Immediately, Ying Changsheng saw Ying Changsheng write his name on the paper!

"This thing is for writing!"

Fu Su and Wang Jian suddenly understood.

Immediately, only Fusu said.

"Longevity, this thing is used for writing, but it is not necessary. I have bamboo slips in Daqin, so I can't use this paper!"

"Brother, let's find out the cost of these things first!"

Ying Changsheng said with a smile.

"how?"

Fu Su was taken aback.

"The cost of this thing is much lower than the bamboo slips!"

Ying Changsheng said calmly.

Just this sentence shocked Fusu instantly.

Because, the reason why he didn't pay much attention to this paper just now was that he regarded it as something similar to silk, which was expensive and could be used for writing.

But never expected that the price of this item is so cheap.

Lower than bamboo slips?
For a moment, Fusu couldn't help rubbing the thin paper with his hands, and in an instant, he said with great joy.

"Then, then this thing is really a powerful weapon!"

"really!"

Wang Jian was also pleasantly surprised.

Although he is a general, he can also see the magical effect of paper.

Among other things, just the frivolity of this thing, coupled with its low cost, is enough to make people like it.

"This thing must be produced quickly. If the effect is good, Daqin will completely switch to this paper instead of bamboo slips in the future!"

After Fusu thought for a while, he said to Chaoying Changsheng.

In the Daqin government office, everything is detailed. All the documents are written on bamboo slips, not to mention the weight, and it also takes up space. The archives accumulated in the past dynasties almost fill the warehouse.

(End of this chapter)