Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

When Zhao Lang was not here, Qin Shihuang put away his charity look, and coldly glanced at the two kneeling on the ground.

Speaking slowly,

"Without this heart, what are you kneeling for?"

"Your Majesty, old slave, I..."

What Zhao Gao wanted to say, Qin Shihuang raised his hand and stopped him.

Looking at the direction Zhao Lang left, he said,

"You said, how true is what Lang'er said?"

"what?"

Zhao Gao was stunned.

Li Si quickly reacted.

"Your Majesty suspects that this young man is lying?"

Qin Shihuang did not nod or shook his head.

"Will it be the handwriting of the remnants of the Six Nations?"

Li Si gritted his teeth and said.

When Zhao Gao heard this, he glanced at Li Si, this is to kill this young man!

The Fajia's heart is cruel.

Qin Shihuang replied faintly at this time.

"Don't guess, Lang'er is my blood."

The killing intent in Li Si's eyes was put away, and he said,

"What the son Lang said is too bizarre for the minister to distinguish."

Qin Shihuang was silent for a moment. Among his courtiers, if even Li Si couldn't make a judgment on this matter, the others would be even more helpless.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

At this moment, Zhao Gao asked in a low voice.

Qin Shihuang's eyes flickered, and said lightly,

"I actually want to see if Langer can succeed in rebelling."

"This matter, that's it."

Hearing this, Li Si and Zhao Gao were directly confused.

The emperor actually wants to support his own son's rebellion?

This kind of thing is simply unheard of.

But Qin Shihuang had already made a decision, and no one could change it.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and Zhao Lang walked in with a long stool and said,

"Father, I let someone make a Hu stool, look at it."

"Things are made in a hurry, so they don't look good."

"But this stool can solve the problem of kneeling and numbness."

"Two Uncles, please sit down."

Li Si and Zhao Gao looked at the four wooden sticks curiously, and they were made of a piece of wood, the so-called Hu stool.

After sitting down, Zhao Gao's eyes lit up slightly and he said,

"You really don't have to worry about your legs numb when you sit on this stool."

Qin Shihuang glanced at him and he didn't care, but instead said to Zhao Lang,

"Lang'er, just leave these things to the craftsman, don't bother."

"Come on, I still have something to ask you."

Zhao Lang does not mind, the status of craftsmen and technology cannot be changed overnight.

"Father, you said."

Qin Shihuang said,

"You just talked about the harm of the remnants of the Six Nations. If one day, our rebellion succeeds, how will you deal with it?"

Li Si on the side heard this question, his heart moved and looked at Zhao Lang.

You must know that although Qin destroyed the Six Nations, he left many nobles in the Six Nations.

But these people really can't kill them. There are many reasons for this.

The simplest one is to kill these people, who will govern the local people?

Therefore, even Qin Shihuang did not have a good solution.

Zhao Lang knew that this was a test of himself.

After a little thought, he said,

"It is not difficult to eliminate the influence of the old nobles of the Six Nations."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang was shocked.

The reason why the Six Nations remnants are difficult to deal with is the influence they have managed for generations.

There is also this reason why Daqin had to implement severe penalties.

Otherwise, Daqin's decree would not be implemented at all.

But now that Daqin has unified China for so many years, it is still too early to say that the influence of the six countries is clear.Qin Shihuang held his mind and asked,

"Lang'er, tell me in detail."

Zhao Lang smiled and said,

"It's very simple, Daxing Education, let more ordinary people receive education, and then we choose the best and replace the old nobles of the six countries."

"Compared with the majority of the people, the nobles of the Six Nations are just a drop in the ocean."

In fact, Zhao Lang had a better path in his mind, but it was too advanced.

It cannot be implemented in this era.

Hearing this answer, Qin Shihuang couldn't help showing a trace of disappointment on his face.

He thought that Zhao Lang would have a good way, but he didn't expect to use the old way.

Li Si on the side also shook his head secretly, in fact, Da Qin is using this method now.

But the shortcomings of this approach are obvious.

"Although this method is practical, it takes too long and too expensive."

Qin Shihuang said lonely,

"Lang'er, you have been Wu You since you were a kid, but do you know how much a meal for the people cost."

"And how much does a roll of bamboo slips cost?"

Zhao Lang also nodded,

"Father, of course I know that replacing the old with the new can only depend on time, but I have one thing that can perfectly solve the problem of bamboo slips."

Qin Shihuang smiled at this time, he actually didn't hold much hope in his heart.

"Is it replaced by cloth?"

In addition to bamboo slips, China has long had a way of writing with cloth.

But it is still an old problem, too expensive.

Zhao Lang shook his head at this time, calculated the time to himself, muttered,

"It's been a morning, and now the first batch of paper should come out."

So he said to Qin Shihuang,

"Father, two Uncles, follow me."

After speaking, he walked out the door.

Qin Shihuang and the three looked at each other, and then followed.

A few people soon came to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, several craftsmen are making pulp according to the method Zhao Lang said.

"Patriarch, son, why are you here?"

Uncle Fu in the kitchen was stunned when he saw a few people.

Qin Shihuang only left yesterday, why did he come back today?

You know, he usually comes only once in a few months.

"It's okay, Fu Bo, let's come and have a look."

Zhao Lang said,

"Fu Bo, is there any paper now?"

Hearing the question, Fober hesitated and said,

"According to the method of the son, a few sheets of paper have been practiced, and they are drying now, but..."

Uncle Fu didn't seem to know what to say, and directly led a few people to the back of the kitchen.

There are several wooden boards on which are covered with palm-sized, irregular light yellow things.

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up when he saw this familiar thing.

Pick up one directly.

It is thick, feels very rough, and has a very yellow color. After all, there is no condition for bleaching.

It's like a product of several sheets of paper, wet, crushed, and then dried.

But this is indeed paper!

As long as the craftsman is skilled in the process, the tools are complete, and the original paper is made, it is not a problem at all!

Zhao Lang excitedly said,

"Father, this is what I used to replace bamboo slips, paper!"

Qin Shihuang looked at the crumpled piece in Zhao Lang's hand and didn't know what to say.

Zhao Lang was prepared early, took out a pen, dipped it in some water, and wrote the word "one" on the paper.

Soon, a horizontal line appeared on the pale yellow paper.

Seeing this scene, Qin Shihuang's expression as a scholar moved slightly.

Zhao Lang wrote a horizontal line again, and Qin Shihuang's eyes suddenly widened!

Zhao Lang wrote the third horizontal, Qin Shihuang said with a little trembling,

"How much does it cost?"

Zhao Lang smiled and pointed to the bark, bamboo, etc. around him, and said,

"Just use these."

when.

There was a sound.

Qin Shihuang sat on the ground.

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