The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 3 paper?It's really a fetish! (Please collect, please recommend!!!)
In Jiang Sheng's small yard.

Meng Yi stared at the grain of salt in his palm, his body trembling slightly due to excitement.

"Your Majesty, this is really salt, it is salt!" Meng Yi shouted, "I have never seen such fine salt!"

Ying Zheng also picked up a pinch of salt and rubbed it carefully, feeling the tactile sensation from his fingertips.

Given his status, he naturally used the best salt in the entire Qin Dynasty, but even so, it was incomparable to those in his hands.

"Master Immortal? Where did you get this salt?" Ying Zheng asked.

It costs two yuan a pack... Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes and deliberately joked: "How else can I do it? I went to the beach to get sea water to make it myself, okay! Do you still want to criticize me for being too wasteful?"

"Don't dare." Meng Yi smiled sarcastically, "It's so rare for us to see it, this is the residence of the immortal master after all."

No wonder these people reacted so strongly.

In Daqin, salt is an extremely important material, divided into pond salt, sea salt, well salt, cliff salt and so on.

The reason why Qi State was able to dominate one side at the beginning was precisely because it developed by cooking salt near the sea.

Salt is not only a commodity, but also an important livelihood resource!

Without salt, man has no strength.

Without strength, how could the soldiers of Daqin fight?

During the Warring States period, the other six countries restricted the circulation of salt in order to curb the development of Qin.

Fortunately, there is cliff salt in Qin State, and the output is extremely high.

Later, King Qin conquered the Kingdom of Shu and developed well salt.

It can be said, what kind of salt have they never seen?
The immortal master said that he did it himself, but Ying Zheng didn't believe it.

Of course he knew about sea salt.

That thing is as big as a rock, you said that the fine salt in your hand was boiled with sea water, who would believe it?

This is ten times better than the salt used in his palace!
However, due to Jiang Sheng's status as an "immortal", he couldn't question it, so he just asked insincerely:
"Master Immortal, the salt I have seen before is not as fine as this?"

Jiang Sheng tasted the salt-baked chicken he made for the first time, and it tasted unexpectedly delicious, which made him a little happy.

Hearing Ying Zheng's question, Jiang Sheng just thought that what he saw was coarse salt that had just been produced in the salt field.

The stamina of the drink he drank before has already recovered, Jiang Sheng said slightly drunk:
"Fool, those salts need to be continuously refined to make this kind of refined salt."

Meng Yi and Wang Ben smiled wryly in their hearts, and only immortal masters dared to call His Majesty Daqin a fool.

Ying Zheng was not annoyed, and simply broke the casserole and asked: "How can we make coarse salt into refined salt?"

Although the state of Qin has now ruled the world, people's livelihood can't be called poor, but it's not easy.

Salt, in particular, is run by both the government and the private sector, and its price remains high.

The common people don't talk about fine salt, even the coarse salt that is as big as a stone is unpalatable.

And with the level of salt production in ancient times, the taste of coarse salt extracted from seawater is hard to describe.

Ying Zheng put his finger into his mouth and sucked it slightly, his eyes lit up.

If all these coarse salts can be made into refined salt, how many people's needs can be satisfied with the boundless sea water.

I have already obtained immortal food like potatoes from the immortal master, and then supplemented with the means of making refined salt from seawater.

At that time, it will be no problem to attack the Huns in the north and retreat to the Baiyue in the south!
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng felt a sense of pride in his chest.

Under the influence of alcohol, Jiang Sheng inexplicably remembered his tortured student life in his previous life.

The two characters of "Chemistry" came to mind.

Add excess barium chloride to remove sodium sulfate and introduce barium chloride impurities.

Add excess sodium hydroxide to remove magnesium chloride, then add excess sodium carbonate to remove barium chloride and sodium hydroxide.

Finally, excess hydrochloric acid is added, and then evaporated to crystallize...

What am I thinking about?Why does it remind me of these tortures when I am no longer a student.

Jiang Sheng sighed for a long time, and said in a waned mood:
"You don't understand even if you say it, it's complicated anyway."

Seeing that Jiang Sheng didn't want to say more, Ying Zheng sighed secretly and didn't ask any more questions.

But the taste of this salt-baked chicken is really good... Ying Zheng silently tore off another chicken wing and put it in his mouth.

The salt-baked chicken is delicious, but the problem is that several people eat it by tearing it with their hands.

After eating, oil in one hand.

Ying Zheng looked at the oil stains on his hands, and then at the black robe on his body. This is the symbol of the emperor. It's not good to use it to wipe his hands.

The same is true for Meng Yi and Wang Ben. The three looked at each other and remained silent.

Just when Meng Yi was about to sacrifice his official uniform, Jiang Sheng noticed the strangeness of several people.

The way the three of them raised their hands and didn't know where to put them was really strange.

"Sorry guys, there's nothing to wipe your hands with, right? I'll go get some paper."

Jiang Sheng ran into the house, took out some toilet paper and handed it to several people.

Then he wiped his hands himself, and the three followed suit.

"Your Majesty." Meng Yi finished wiping his hands, still playing with the piece of paper, and whispered to Ying Zheng:
"This paper is very miraculous, so light and thin, even more so than silk! Immortal masters use it and throw it away. Maybe it is not a precious thing."

"It's a pity that the grease will soak up when it touches it. I'm afraid it won't be able to hold the pen and ink."

At the end of Meng Yi's words, he sighed slightly.

After hearing this, Ying Zheng also had a look of regret in his eyes.

Daqin now unites the six countries, with a vast territory.

In the past, martial arts prevailed, so it was called Man Qin.

But that is due to the environment, surrounded by powerful enemies, must use force to frighten the Quartet.

Now that the world is unified, even if there are remnants of the six kingdoms, it will not be a problem.

Even the Huns were rejected by Meng Tian.

There is no shortage of military generals, but civil servants who govern the country and the country are still scarce.

How to cultivate talents?Rely on education!

But for the people of Daqin right now, education is a luxury.

The bamboo slips are heavy and heavy, and the so-called wealth of learning and five carts means that one person's knowledge can fill five carriages.

What to wear?It is the bamboo slips that roll after roll.

The characters that can be written on the bamboo slips are limited, and they are extremely heavy.Thinking of using this as a book for large-scale preaching and teaching is simply a fantasy!
Although it is convenient to write on silk, the price is too high, and ordinary people can't afford it.

"Master Immortal." Ying Zheng had already missed the salt, and never wanted to miss this paper, so he came to probe Jiang Sheng again:

"Do you have any paper to write on?"

"You want to write?" Jiang Sheng was already a little drunk, so he didn't think much about it, "I'll bring you two."

Not long after, Jiang Sheng came back with two clean A4 papers in his hands.

"Here, take it. Do you have a pen yourself?"

Ying Zheng couldn't care less about whether to write or not, he had already carefully took the paper over and handed one to Meng Yi.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as the paper was in his hand, Meng Yi felt the difference from the toilet paper before, and his expression was excited.

"This is another fetish!"

Yingzheng stroked the slightly rough surface of the paper, but what he was thinking about was the scene of Daqin Wendao's great prosperity.

All the scholars in the world are in my bag!
His Majesty the First Emperor was already imagining his great cause for all eternity, so he asked impatiently:
"Master Immortal, how to make this paper?"

(End of this chapter)