Incubating The Black Dragon Clone, I Was Ying Zheng Sims

In the dormitory, everyone will be talking freely.

Ying Zheng was seated on the main seat, Feng Quji, Li Si, Meng Yi and the general Wang Ben were seated on both sides.

Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, the son of the famous general Wang Jian, both father and son are the founding heroes of Da Qin, and have made countless military exploits.

As a military officer, Wang Ben usually does not participate in the early court.

But for this general, Ying Zheng was very affectionate.

If he has something to do, he can be called into the palace to accompany him to drink and listen to music, which is also one of the favorite generals.

"Master Meng, I heard that you went to be a teacher for the fifteenth son, and you leave early every day and come back late. Why is it that you are tired and fat?"

Wang Ben made Meng Yi's jokes without hesitation, and it was obvious that the two had an excellent relationship.

Meng Yi hummed and didn't say why.

He didn't want to tell others about the good food in Wangyi Palace.

At that time, when there are too many people, and the young master quits the job, where will he go to find such good food?

"Mengshangqing, you just told me that what Tuoer said in the court three days ago has been done?"

Ying Zheng brought the topic back on track.

Li Si and Feng Quji looked at each other and felt a little unbelievable.

Silk and silk are generally light, and bamboo slips are generally cheap to carry words.

And the law of ten thousand volumes of daily books.

In just three days, how could these fifteen young masters be so capable?

Meng Yi nodded and edited: "Report to Your Majesty, this is what this minister has seen with his own eyes."

"Um……"

Ying Zheng Fuxu nodded with even more anticipation in his eyes.

In fact, in addition to these two things, he is also very curious about another thing.

That is, in the court hall, Zhao Tuo said that the world is 1.5 million hectares, and the Daqin is less than one tenth.

This incident made him feel extremely complicated for the past three days.

This incident rekindled the raging fighting spirit that had been silent for many years.

Then I thought that I might only have two years to live, and the middle way collapsed...

While pondering, the eunuch outside the door quickly walked into the bedroom.

"Report to Your Majesty, the fifteenth son is asking for three big boxes."

"Oh? Tuo'er is here? Let him in!"

Ying Zheng got up, his eagerness was evident.

The rest of Li Si and the others also quickly got up and looked outside the palace.

Sure enough, Zhao Tuo was lightly dressed, followed by a few iron eagle guards who carried wooden boxes and walked in quickly.

"I have seen my father."

"Tuo'er, it just snowed two days ago. Why did you come out wearing this? Be careful of catching a cold."

Ying Zheng quickly took Zhao Tuo's hand and brought him to the edge of the fire wall.

Looking at Ying Zheng's cautious appearance, Meng Yi secretly smiled in his heart.

Others don't know whether he still doesn't know.

Today's fifteenth son has long been different from what he used to be.

During the few days he was here, he usually used cold water with ice balls to take a shower outside.

Wearing these to go out is really too much.

I don't know what the fifteen sons have gone through, and their physique has changed from being a sick child to such a perverted one.

Symbolically warming the hands that are not cold at all, Zhao Tuo came to the three boxes.

"Father, these are the two things I said before."

"Teacher, can you come up and help the disciple?"

"nature."

The first thing that catches the eye is a stack of fine linen paper and how it is made.

"Father, my lords, this thing is called hemp paper. It is made of cheap materials such as hemp cloth scraps, bark, fallen leaves, etc. It is simple and quick to make and can be mass-produced."

While introducing, Zhao Tuo distributed the hemp paper to everyone.

as predicted.

After getting the hemp paper, everyone exclaimed and exclaimed, their eyes widened, and they were full of shock.

"Unbelievable, this hemp paper can really be mass-produced?"

"Feng Xiang can rest assured that with sufficient materials and manpower, a workshop of this size can produce thousands or even tens of thousands of sheets."

As soon as Zhao Tuo said this, the hearts of everyone present were shocked again.

A workshop produces 10,000 sheets per day?

Originally, they thought that the hemp paper was only portable and inexpensive.

Unexpectedly, its production efficiency is so terrifying, it is simply beyond the reach of bamboo slips and silk!

Ying Zheng and the others were stunned, with a messy look in the wind, and Meng Yi was very happy when they saw it.

But it's not over yet.

"Your Majesty, all your lords, take a look at the set of characters that the young master made."

Meng Yi volunteered to open the box and helped Zhao Tuo to free up the words.

The two were busy working together, much faster than the first time.

However, after a quarter of an hour, Ying Zheng's palace was filled with exclamations of exclamations again.

"Wizards! The fifteenth son is truly a genius!"

"Wufu, with this magical object, why worry that my people in Daqin will have no books to read in the future?"

"It's so convenient, if it's really a thousand scrolls of daily books, it's not fake at all!"

"Tuo'er, I really saw you right."

Looking at the few handwritings printed on the table, everyone was extremely excited.

Feng Quji even walked quickly to Zhao Tuo and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, these two items are enough to revitalize my Daqin culture!"

"The old man is a scholar in the world, thank you son, please accept my worship!"

After all, Feng Quji will bow down when he writes the compilation.

Seeing this, Zhao Tuo quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"Feng Xiang, what are you doing?"

"Young Master, you don't know anything." Feng Quji said excitedly with red eyes: "Now the people are poor and cannot eat enough."

"I don't know how many students are studying hard in order to find true insights."

"A scroll of bamboo slips is written and written, and I would rather starve and freeze every day than save some money to read the book of sages."

"Today, with your son's method of making paper and printing, countless scholars in the world will benefit from it."

"Moreover, there will be countless more people who want to read but have no books to read."

The more Feng Quji said, the more excited he became.

"In the future, my Daqin generals will produce talents in large numbers and become more powerful, which is simply the foundation of my Daqin forever!"

"well said!"

Ying Zheng also stood up excitedly and came to Zhao Tuo, patted Zhao Tuo's shoulder heavily.

"Tuo'er, the method of making paper and the technique of printing are all strange things that can change Daqin. Tell me, what reward you want, the emperor will do his best to satisfy you!"

"Father, my son doesn't want any reward, but there is one thing that I hope you agree to." Zhao Tuo looked at Ying Zheng with bright eyes.

"Tuoer, but it doesn't matter."

"My son hopes that in the future, the father and emperor will no longer indulge in illusory things such as searching for immortals and asking for medicine, and take care of the body with a reasonable diet every day."

"Otherwise... if it wasn't for you to suppress Daqin's national fortune, I'd be afraid..."

"Young Master! Be careful!" Meng Yi shouted, and Lian Man rushed up to cover Zhao Tuo's mouth and told him not to say any more.

At this moment, the quiet needle drop in the entire bedroom could be heard.

The smiles on the faces of Wang Ben and others also disappeared, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

As we all know, His Majesty has always been very sensitive to this matter, and every time someone advises this matter, it will cause him to be extremely angry.

And this time, the fifteenth son not only said it, but also said it very directly, without any concealment.

The meaning of those words is to say that if you continue to toss like this, you will be fucked, and Daqin will be finished...

In other words, if someone dared to say that to Ying Zheng, their head would definitely be lost.

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