I am reborn as a lord in Rome

Gauguin was always curious about one thing: after the paper mill was built, nearly thirty percent of the area was idle, and this area was clearly separated from the paper mill because it was separated from the paper mill by a wall with two small doors.

Gauguin racked his brains and couldn't guess the purpose of this area until the moment when Woolley himself said it.

"This will be the world's first printing shop. Woolley said at the time.

What does it mean? Gauguin didn't understand the transliteration. After his humble inquiry, Woolley said: "It's just another business, Gauguin, my father praised you during his lifetime, that you are cautious and never ask nonsense, and I hope you will be worthy of his praise." "

I will, Master Woolley. Gauguin nodded hurriedly, he understood that Woolley was reminding him.

Soon, Gauguin knew more about it, after Woolley named the six large houses in that area as Inkroom No. 1, Inkroom No. 2, Plate Room, Engraving Room, Printing Room No. 1, and Printing Room No. 2.

The four slaves who had been studying with Woolley for a whole month in the White Rock Building became the protagonists of the area.

When he saw the first work that the four slaves began in the platemaking room, Gauguin finally remembered the greatest thing that the four slaves had in common - they were all literate.

Gudun and two slaves were stationed in the area, and from the moment they stepped in, they could not go out unless they had permission from Woolley or Gauguin, and likewise, no one else could step into it without permission.

That night, Woolley gave Gauguin a purchase order containing musk, borneol, orpiment, rhinoceros horn, pearls, and some pigments commonly used to dye cloth.

"Tomorrow I will go to the shops and ask about the prices of these goods, but don't actually buy them, I just want everyone to know that I need these things, and the more shops I know, the better." Woolley commanded.

"I see, Master Woolley. Gauguin took the purchase order.

"Come back with some rough leather and ask Hippo to sew me two more sandbags. Woolley stretched.

Gauguin nodded and reported: "Young Master Woolley, before evening, Glyndor Manor came with a letter and said that I hope you can go tomorrow, saying that there is something to discuss."

Woolley pondered for a moment and nodded, although he didn't have a crush on Lady Leah and Tina, Aden was also his brother who was related to him, and in a conversation with his alcoholic father on his deathbed, he also made a promise to take care of Aden.

Hopefully it's not borrowing money or anything. Woolley suddenly thought about it.

In the afternoon of the next day, Woolley's carriage drove directly into the Rindor Manor, and as soon as the gate of the manor behind him was closed, Woolley saw Tina and several maids waiting on the stone steps in front of the main building.

When Woolley jumped out of the carriage, Tina greeted him with a smile on her face: "Woolley, long time no see."

Woolley smiled in return.

Woolley frowned slightly as he walked into the parlor of Gyndor Manor, because in addition to Lady Leah and her brother Quentin, there was also a balding middle-aged man dressed in rich clothes and a big belly.

Mrs. Leah stood up with a smile: "Woolley, you are coming home, your luck is really good, Lord Anmin Guan Dorjee happens to be a guest at Glyndor Manor. "

It turns out that he is An Minguan Dorjee. Wu Lai smiled and bowed half-down to the bald fat man: "I am surprised to see Lord Dorjee at Glindo Manor, but also very honored.

Dorjee laughed, grabbed the bronze cane in his left hand, which symbolized the rights of An Minguan, and said: "Woolly Green, when I heard your age, I subconsciously thought that I had heard it wrong, because I never thought that a twelve-year-old child could actually make such a big achievement. "

Thank you, Lord Dorjee, for the compliment, what I did was trivial, not worth mentioning. "Wu Lai tried his best to make his voice sound respectful, it is true that he is a nobleman, but those who can become officials are nobles, and moreover, it is the kind of nobleman with a deep background who can become an official, although the authority of the civil officer is smaller than that of the civil officer, but the ranking is second only to the consul Anthony, with Wu Lai's current ability, he is far from underestimating his qualifications, if you want to give Dorjee a cold face, in addition to the consul in the Seneca city-state, I am afraid that only Mikoyan is the same.

"Sit down. Dorjee had a good impression of Woolley, and nodded with a smile, but this sentence of "sit down" is also a bit anti-customer-oriented.

Woolley sat down, smiling and greeting Quentin, wondering why Dorjee and Quentin were here, and he didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

Sure enough, as soon as the maid brought the fruit plate to Woolley, Quentin smiled and said, "Woolley, I heard that your mill business is good."

"Thanks to the care of the temple, it's okay. Woolley replied.

"Where's the paper mill?" Quentin asked with a smile.

"Average. The smile on Wu Lai's face did not decrease, but his heart moved, and he said that these two eighty percent came to the paper mill.

"Speaking of which, Lord Dorjee is kind and generous, and likes to make friends, and after hearing that the paper that the temple named 'Gift of Mercy' was produced in your hands, he was particularly interested in the new trade of paper mills, saying that it would be a wonderful thing if other city-states in Assyria could also receive the 'Gift of Mercy'. Woolley, do you understand what I say?" Quentin said with pride and anticipation written on his face.

It's certainly a wonderful thing to make a lot of money. Wu Lai thought in his heart, and said with a smile: "Uncle Quentin, I naturally understand what you mean, but it is a great pity that the 'Gift of Mercy' comes from the revelation of the god Amun, and it can only belong to the temple, and as for the matter of allowing other city-states in Assyria to also receive the 'Gift of Mercy', High Priest Mikoyan has already started it, you know my age, so I can't lead this matter."

Woolley's blunt refusal made Quentin's smile freeze on his face, and the smile on Dorjee's face suddenly subsided.

After Dorjee glanced at himself, Quentin's voice in conversation with Woolley became a little colder: "Woolley, don't talk about Mikoyan, I know what the so-called 'Gift of Kindness' is, its biggest use is just to replace parchment, and the raw material for making it is nothing more than wheat straw, with a little thought, anyone can imitate it." "

Then why are you still coming to me?" Wu Lai smiled and spread his hands, if the other party does not violate his own interests, he naturally does not want to make enemies, but if the other party wants to take food under the premise of his reluctance, then it will be offended, big deal, just find a way to balance.

Dorjee's face became more difficult to look at, and after glancing at Woolly coldly, he impatiently turned his face to the side: "Quentin, tell him." "

Okay, Lord Dorjee. After Quentin finished flatteringly, there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes when he looked at Woolley, "Woolley, this year's wheat stalks in Seneca City-State have all been booked out by Lord Dorjee and Lord Glindor, and as long as Lord Dorjee gives an order at the intersection to the surrounding city-states, not a single wheat straw can enter, and with Lord Dorjee's status in Seneca City, no one will be willing to sell it to you even if you double the price, I don't think you want to sit back and watch your paper mill stop producing because of lack of raw materials, right?" As your elder, I advise you, don't lose your big because of a small one!

" When his eyes swept over the smugness in Duoji's eyes, Wu Lai shook his head with a wry smile and looked at Lady Leia: "Oh, my poor stepmother, I guess, it was your ignorance that caused Lord Dorjee's misunderstanding, wheat straw? Hahahaha, the reason why I was willing to spend three hundred silver coins to pull away the wheat straw of the three hundred ox carts from the Glyndor Manor was because for the sake of my half-brother Aden, I didn't want his mother to worry about the New Year's banquet at the Glyndor Manor, in other words, it was just a gift in disguise, for my brother, nothing more.

Wu Lai's eyes looked at Dorjee: "Dear Lord Dorjee, the only use of wheat straw in the paper mill is to start a fire, if you don't believe it, feel free to visit, of course, if my Uncle Quentin insists that I can't buy wheat straw as a firestarter, I don't mind replacing it." "

There are more raw materials for making paper, such as reeds, wheat straw, corn stalks, flax, mulberry skin, cotton, cotton linters, etc., and Woolley does not believe that the other party can buy them all.

Dorjee's face was even harder to look at.

Woolley glanced at the restless Lady Leah and sighed heavily: "I am very willing to give you what your brother Quentin advises me, and in addition, I would like to give it to you, don't take my kindness as a tolerance without a bottom line." "

Woolley......" Quentin was about to speak, but Woolley stood up with a smile.

"Lord Dorjee, no matter what, it is a memorable thing to meet you, the only regret is that you seem to trust someone you shouldn't trust, take your leave. Woolley smiled and turned away, ignoring Lady Leah's call.

As he walked out of the main building's door, the anger on Woolley's face finally appeared.

"Send me to the temple at once. After getting into the carriage, Woolley said in a deep voice to Gauguin, who was driving.

Gauguin was stunned, and the horsewhip in his hand immediately whipped on the horse's buttocks: "Drive!"

......

After listening to Woolley's story, Mikoyan shook his head disapplausively: "Woolley, you are really still a child, what is there to worry about?" Your paper-making technique belongs to the temple, the temple has already informed the senate and the noble council, rest assured, no one in the Assyrian territory dares to imitate it, you should know that in the senate that actually controls all the affairs of the Assyrian territory, the temple occupies more than half of the seats, and in the noble council composed of one hundred and twenty-five nobles, the nobles who support the temple also account for the majority, you came just in time today, I happen to have something to talk to you about.

"I'm not in the mood right now. Wu Lai also shook his head, "That person named Dorjee is also an Anmin official, I offended him today, but it was also to protect the interests of the temple."

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything to you, your workshop has a shelter order issued by the temple, no one can enter without the permission of the temple and you, let's talk about business first." Mikoyan said with a smile.

"High Priest, I am now talking to you about business, as you can see, I am a child, and it would be nice to be able to be tough in front of the Seneca City Magistrate once, and I will never be in the mood to discuss anything else until you have given me more refuge to reassure me. Woolley said.

"Woolley, you are no ordinary child, in my opinion, you have a mature, wise soul living in your body, don't play these little tricks with me, let's be honest, what kind of shelter do you want me to provide this time?" said Mikoyan with a smile.

"If I could, I would let Dorjee salute respectfully when he saw me. Woolley replied.

"That can't be. Mikoyan laughed heartily, "Your idea is too naïve, although Dorjee is a miscellaneous minor, but he is a high-level jugger, salute respectfully?

"High Priest, I can guess that what you want to talk to me about must have something to do with papermaking, and I believe that with the favor of the god Amun, I can satisfy you and the temple in the quickest way, but this requires at least one quid pro quo, and I deserve it, don't I?" asked Woolley.

Mikoyan pondered for a while, nodded very seriously, and said: " You have a point, and you are right, I am going to talk to you about papermaking, and the other day, in order to ensure that you and I are not coveted, I reported the matter of papermaking to the temple, and yesterday evening, the messenger of the Assyrian temple arrived at Seneca and handed me a letter from the High Priest of St. Leon, in which the High Priest generously praised me, and at the same time made some requests, including attributing the complete paper-making technology to the Temple, and also specifically pointing out that you should be rewarded so that you could better serve the Temple, that is, if you have no doubts about the dedication of paper-making technology to the Temple, you can receive this rewardBefore you come in, I was thinking about the advice I would give you, and since you feel that Dorjee has become a threat to you, then, my suggestion is to propose to the temple and make you a disciple of the Great Priest. "

Disciple?" Woolley frowned.

"It's just a name, but it's very effective, you can not only be exempt from taxes, but you can also directly exempt some misdemeanors, such as injuring civilians or something, and the most important thing is that with this name, people like Dorjee will not come to disturb you, because the disciples of the great priests actually represent the sacred. Mikoyan replied.

"Do you have many disciples of this Archpriest of St. Leon?" asked Woolley again.

"No, as far as I know, there are only forty or so people in the whole Assyrian realm, and there are many ways to obtain it, but each one is highly respected. After a pause, Mikoyan added, "But there are two things I must explain, first, after becoming a disciple of the high priest, you can no longer be an official, and second, if you commit a felony or blaspheme against the god Amun, the title of disciple will be revoked......"

"I'm sorry, I refuse. Woolley interrupted Mikoyan.