Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

Wang Ben was very happy.

At this moment, Ying Jia sneered in his heart, this thing is not easy to take.

This is boiled frog in warm water.

You have been transferred step by step into the pot that this young master has arranged.

By the time you, a big bastard, react, it will be too late.

Hearing what Ying Jia and Wang Ben said, the two prime ministers and Meng Yi were a little confused.

They knew about this kind of situation. Yingjia distributed food to the army to let the army obey his command, and they all knew it.

The successor has not yet been determined, even if Ying Jia is in the prison country, he will not get the military power.

Otherwise, he would be the king of Daqin.

But the Twelve Young Master is a smart man, he knows that if he wants to control the whole Great Qin, he must have military power.

Therefore, it is understandable for him to exchange food for the army to follow his command.

Even Feng Quji, Li Si and Meng Yi couldn't say anything.

but.What do they mean by refined salt?

The three of them looked at each other, but none of them saw the answer from each other's eyes.

Li Si couldn't help asking: "Young master, what is the refined salt you are talking about? Is it salt?"

Ying Jia was about to explain, only to hear Wang Ben laughing.

"Haha, you two prime ministers, have you ever seen the world? Mr. Jia's salt is not salt, but refined salt, which is finer than sand."

"Taste a little bit, it's very salty! My men have eaten a few meals, and they are full of energy. I have never seen such fine and fine salt."

Hearing this, the three of them were still dumbfounded.

Every year, there are only a few catties of refined salt in the treasury in the whole of Daqin, and only His Majesty can use it.

"Young master, you actually have so much refined salt? Could it be that you have a salt mine?"

Yingjia shook his head and said, "There is no salt mine, it's just that the method of extracting salt is better."

"As for the method, we will talk about it later. At present, the main problem is the food problem, and I will not mention other things in advance."

Method of extracting salt?

The three of them suddenly opened their eyes wide.

I drop a good boy!

Twelve sons actually have a way to extract salt.

If this is the case, the salt in his hand is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Good boy, surprises every time.

Wang Ben secretly made up his mind, wondering if Mr. Jia would be willing to teach me this method?

After thinking for a while, Wang Ben shook his head again.

It should be impossible. Salt is different from other things. It has always been managed by the royal family, so it is natural to know the importance of some things.

Controlling the salt is equivalent to controlling the whole world.

This method will not be taught to others casually.

Not to mention that Yingjia is short of manpower, this method of extracting salt may be of great help to him.

When the situation is stable, the people under him must be sincere, and then they will do business in refined salt.

Otherwise, if the method is accidentally revealed, it will be a blessing or a curse for Daqin.

Therefore, Yingjia does not want to explain too much about the extraction of salt.

Changed the topic directly:

"The matter of the grain has been explained. There is one more thing. I have already built a paper mill. Everyone, go and have a look, and finally come up with a way to establish an official paper mill."

……

Paper factory?

The four of them opened their eyes wide again.

Can you still make paper?

These twelve young masters are too surprising.

It's unexpected every time.

Hearing that it was related to literati, Wang Ben suddenly lost interest.

He picked up the sack of refined salt that Mo Yu brought, and left with a smile.

It is said that the matter explained by the twelve sons should be arranged as soon as possible.

But the remaining three people were different, each of them showed expectant eyes.

The matter of refined salt just now shocked them enough, but they didn't expect that Mr. Jia also had a paper factory!

Paper is a very expensive commodity, can Gongzi Jia also make paper?

In fact, Daqin also has a small amount of "paper", but these papers are all made of silk and satin.

The cost is high, even the royal family and nobles rarely use it.

Only like His Majesty's edict, or Fengxiang will use, these silks and satins are also called "fun".

Bamboo slips are usually used to record texts, but bamboo slips are not easy to preserve and are extremely inconvenient to carry, and bamboo slips are expensive to make, and neither is suitable for popularization.

Li Si asked with some doubts:

"Is the paper you mentioned, silk and satin?"

Meng Yi and Feng Quji also had the same question.

However, Ying Jia waved his hand and said, "Everyone will see it with their own eyes."

After a while, the three of them followed Yingjia to the paper mill.

Lu Ban and a group of craftsmen were busy, with steam on their foreheads, but no one felt tired.

Only the paper that Yingjia made with zhenqi this morning is big and good.

The craftsmen don't know how to use real energy, they can only follow the steps step by step, putting the moso bamboo into the limestone.

Only Lu Ban knows how to make this limestone, and Ying Jia taught him of course.

The technology required to make paper is not high, but the production of this limestone is a difficult point.

All three looked at the craftsmen in amazement.

Seeing the mountains of moso bamboo, Li Si couldn't help but ask, "Master, are all these papers made of moso bamboo?"

Yingjia nodded.

"Moso bamboo has always been used to make bamboo slips, what kind of paper can be made?"

Feng Quji and Meng Yi also couldn't understand.

Yingjia didn't explain, but just took them to the place where the paper was dried.

On a large wooden table, there was a layer of white flowers, and water was dripping from it.

Meng Yi frowned slightly, then opened his eyes wide again, and walked up quickly.

As a civil servant, he is even a sour Confucian, these things suit his appetite the most.

Seeing the things on the table, he was very excited.

Could it be that this is the "paper" made by Gong Zijia?

Meng Yi approached cautiously, not daring to touch it with his hands, and looked carefully that there were still bamboo fibers on the paper.

This proves that bamboo can indeed be made into paper.

It's just that although the paper has some rough edges, it is very thin.

The bamboo slips are thick and heavy, they can't compare with this thing at all, they are slightly thicker than silk and satin.

Meng Yi couldn't help swallowing, and after getting Ying Jia's permission, he gently touched it with his hands.

Soft and easy to fold.

Gently pulling it with your hands, there is no change, as long as you don't use brute force, it won't crack easily.

This shows that the paper does not split easily and is easy to store.

Meng Yi excitedly took out a pen from his long sleeve, and couldn't wait for someone to take out the ink, so he licked the pen with his tongue.

The whole mouth is covered with black ink, and there is a faint fragrance of ink.

Meng Yi's hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, he found a piece of paper that had been dried, and with light force on his hand, the handwriting clearly appeared on the paper.

This is clearer than writing on bamboo slips, and no worse than silk and satin.

Meng Yi looked at the handwriting on the paper, unable to recover for a long time.

He turned his head to look at Yingjia, and asked in surprise:

"My lord, what is the price of this paper?"

What Meng Yi is most concerned about is the cost of paper. If the cost is low, it will definitely affect the world.

Ying Jia smiled, turned around and asked, "What do you think of this paper?"

"Colorful! Absolutely!"

"This paper is thin and easy to carry, and this silk is even better. Yi just tried it, and he can see that the writing is clear."

"This paper can completely replace silk and bamboo slips and become the carrier of words."

Ying Jia then asked: "If everyone in the world can use this paper, what impact will it have?"

Meng Yi thought for a while, and said excitedly: "If everyone in the world can use this paper, they can read more books every day, and don't have to worry about the weight of the bamboo slips."

"The speed of dissemination of ancient books and classics will also be greatly increased."

Ying Jia then asked: "What if I edited my idea of ​​dismissing hundreds of schools of thought and enshrining the Six Classics into a book with this paper?"

Meng Yi's eyes brightened: "If it is compiled into a book for people all over the world to read, then this kind of thought will definitely be spread unprecedentedly, learn from my Daqin characters, and study more mechanism techniques that are beneficial to Daqin."

"In this way, we can be regarded as indirectly controlling the thoughts of the people of the entire Great Qin. After 50 years, the people of the world will only know the Great Qin, not just the Six Kingdoms."

"Also, after teaching the common people the tricks of the plow, arithmetic, and organ skills, there will be an endless stream of great talents in future generations. If everyone knows how to farm and increase food production, then our Great Qin will definitely develop into a unique big country in history."

The more Meng Yi talked, the more excited he became, as if these wishes could be realized immediately, but with these papers, it is not impossible to realize them immediately.

In yesterday's court hall, all civil servants including Meng Yi were convinced by what Ying Jia said about dismissing a hundred schools of thought and enshrining the Six Classics.

But they also know that this idea is too grand, and it is not easy to completely change people's thinking, at least it will take hundreds of years to achieve it.

However, after only one night, he felt that this wish was close at hand.

At present, all obstacles have been resolved by Young Master Jia, and there is nothing that can stop the development of Daqin.

Meng Yi then asked:

"Young master has not answered Yi, how much does this paper cost? Can it be mass-produced?"

"Haha, how much do you think it can cost?"

Ying Jia couldn't help standing up.

"The whole production line only needs moso bamboo as a raw material. As for how much paper can be produced, it depends on how much moso bamboo can be produced in this world."

"Even if there is no moso bamboo, I can find other substitutes, so there is no need to worry."

Suddenly, Meng Yi couldn't believe his ears.

This moso bamboo is something that can be seen everywhere, and it is not worth any silver taels at all.

So to say……

The paper is also very cheap.

The biggest consumption is manpower, but this is not a problem at all, as long as there is food, there will be manpower.