Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

well known.

The commonly used writing objects in Daqin today are silk, silk and bamboo slips.

This is also the common people of the Qin Dynasty, the reason why there are very few literate people.

Silk is expensive.

Dozens or hundreds of dollars a piece can only be used for the first half of a month.

You must know that a stone of food in Daqin is only a hundred dollars.

But it can make a family of three eat for the first half of the year!

Silk writing, which ordinary people can afford?

Although bamboo slips are cheap, they carry less information. Often, the content that a silk and silk book can carry can be replaced by a half-cart of bamboo slips.

It takes time and effort to circulate.

This is the fundamental reason that binds the people of Daqin to study!

But at this time, the paper in front of everyone...

"It's made of bark and fallen leaves, and it's so light and soft..."

Meng Yi carefully held the hemp paper in his hands, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"With this paper... Daqin Wenyun will be happy!!!"

Seeing Meng Yi like this, everyone came back to their senses.

Inexpensive, thin, and writeable.

This is simply a fetish born to write!

Except for the texture is not uniform and slightly fragile, there are almost no shortcomings.

And it is such a fetish, that His Majesty actually said that he would give it to them... Wipe your ass?

Seeing the eyes of everyone looking at him, it became weird.

Zhao Tuo shrugged and said: "This level can only barely write, it is far from meeting my requirements."

"When the real paper for writing is made, you will know."

"By the way, Feng Xiang, how is the reduction of corvée going now?"

"If you go back to Your Majesty, now the cement ash has been transported to Mount Li and Northern Xinjiang, and the prisoners of war and prisoners of the Six Nations have also begun to take over the work of the corvée."

"If there is no accident, the first batch of corvées returning home will be able to set off in a few days."

Zhao Tuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, that's it for today, let's go."

After speaking, Zhao Tuo took Xiao Taozi and turned back to the main hall.

Only Meng Yi, Ying Zheng and others looked at each other in dismay.

"It seems... the words that His Majesty Feng Chan said after returning to the palace have always been remembered in my heart."

"Yeah, otherwise why would you start making this paper for writing so quickly."

"Speaking of which, it's worthy of being Your Majesty. He is extremely intelligent, and can make such a cheap and convenient writing thing so quickly."

"As you say, that's Your Majesty!"

"That's right. Over the years, His Majesty has always been like this. It's not surprising that there are all kinds of magical things."

"Yeah, just like that potato and sweet potato, this General still feels like a dream."

"Isn't it true, there are also the chariot and the plough, and there are more means in your majesty's robe."

"It's bad, it's just miserable for those Confucian students. I don't know what their Confucianists are going to face, tsk tsk..."

Hearing Meng Yi, Feng Quji, and Wang Ben whispering next to each other, Ying Zheng's old face couldn't help blushing.

What these three people said, I can't catch up at all!

In the end, the one who doesn't know Zhao Tuo the most is his biological father?

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "You guys! Tell me about those beans and melons, what's going on!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty!" Meng Yi smiled and said, "Well, we have to find a place to sit down and talk about it slowly."

"And you have to be mentally prepared, don't be scared."

"???"

...

"Ding, Ying Zheng was extremely shocked when he heard Meng Yi's remarks, and gained 13,9900 reputation points."

"Ding, because of listening to Feng Qujiyi's story, Ying Zheng was extremely shocked and gained 11, 3200 reputation points."

"Ding, because I heard Wang Ben's story, Ying Zheng was extremely shocked and gained 12,1100 reputation points."

The system prompts three times in a row, directly blowing Zhao Tuo who is reviewing the memorial.

"What's the matter? System bug?"

Zhao Tuo looked at the nearly 400,000 Reputation Points that had been created out of thin air in the balance with a bewildered expression.

In addition to the 400,000 reputation, and the 300,000 points contributed by the hard workers in various projects in the past two days to see the effect of the cement.

And the original more than 700,000 reputation, that is to say...

After being stunned, Zhao Tuo quickly opened the prestige mall.

[Elementary Papermaking]: 132,0000 reputation points.

Reputation Point Balance: 132, 1003

"...What are you really thinking about?"

"[Elementary Papermaking]: 132,0000 reputation, whether to exchange it."

"Yes!"

In an instant, the balance shrank to a measly four-digit figure.

Zhao Tuo, on the other hand, endured the pain, digested the information provided by the system, and then rushed out of the door again and went straight to the temporary paper workshop in the palace.

...

With the support of professional papermaking, hemp paper that really meets the conditions has begun to be produced in large quantities.

On the other hand, those Confucian people who had just heard the news that Confucian scholars had been slaughtered for blocking the Yunlian convoy, and who had become extremely indignant, did not find out at all.

People who had already infiltrated the Black Ice Terraces in Sanchuan, Nanyang and other counties under Zhao Tuo's instruction also quietly started their activities.

A true hunter often appears as a prey.

When Confucians targeted Xianyang Palace and even Zhao Tuo.

Little did they know that they had been targeted by Zhao Tuo before that! *