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

Chapter 75 Ying Zheng buys new paper

Seeing how powerful the three of them were, Zhang Qingyuan shook his head involuntarily:

"These three people look like idiots."

After sighing, Zhang Qingyuan looked down at the names written by the three of them, "Zhao Zheng", "Shadow" and "Quick Sand".The latter two seem to be drawing ghosts.

The word "Zhao Zheng" is a very beautiful small seal script, penetrating into wood three points, vigorous and powerful.

Very well written!

No wonder this man was dumbfounded, it turned out that he had devoted himself to studying calligraphy.

"Well, it would be a pity if such a good character was wasted. I will keep this paper, maybe it can be sold."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qingyuan took out a new sheet of paper and spread it on the table, continued to cover the sun with one hand, and looked at the passers-by in a daze with the writing brushes in the other hand.

After feeling bored, he took out another pamphlet, which read "The New Law of the Great Qin Dynasty"

The three of Ying Zheng didn't know where they went, no one spoke, they just walked slowly.

As if they knew the direction, they came to the alley that Zhang Qingyuan told them. After turning right, there were much fewer pedestrians here, and only a few shops were open.

There are only three or two shops, and bamboo slips, pen holders, and brushes are placed at the door.

The largest shop among them has four big characters "Official Operation of the Ministry of Commerce" written on the plaque.

Only the shopkeeper and a few subordinates were busy in the shop.

At this moment, Shihuang also reacted.

Even if he was the emperor, he could have whatever he wanted, and it was hard for him to accept such a precious thing as silk and paper for a noble bastard to be so reckless.

What's more, Zhang Qingyuan's words are all contemptuous of himself.

"Shadow, remember this guy for me. When I return to Zhangtai Palace, I must teach him a good lesson. If I lied to me about today's matter, I will definitely make him regret it. Remember clearly?"

"The subordinates have made it clear."

Shadow clearly felt the killing intent in Shi Huang's tone.

"Hmph, how dare you be so disrespectful to me."

"However, having said that, since this paper has already been published..." Shihuang said, staring at the shadow and quicksand angrily:

"Why don't I know, what are you two doing? Don't you want to live?"

With a "plop", Shadow and Quicksand knelt on the ground and kowtowed their heads.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. The two female guards next to the Twelve Princes are quite high-level, and we can't get close. We really can't get these news..."

Shihuang suppressed the anger in his heart, he couldn't deal with these two useless guys for the time being, otherwise it would be impossible if there was no one around him.

"I'll talk about this later, remember that your heads are hanging on your necks."

"As ordered."

Shadow and Quicksand rolled their throats and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads as if they had received amnesty.

At this time, Shi Huang hadn't connected everything together.

Originally, he thought that after figuring out the Tweeting Order, allowing the nobles to open warehouses to release food, he would figure out what the traitor did, and he could understand the rest bit by bit.

Unexpectedly, there were so many things he didn't know.

In the past two months, Daqin has changed too fast, even as the lord of the world, it is difficult for him to accept it for a while.

The few people he met on the street today made him more and more confused.

As soon as I figured this out, that problem came up again.

At first, he still believed Zhang Qingyuan's words, but he didn't expect that guy to become more and more outrageous.

That little twelve was about to be blown into the sky by him.

Just as they were about to leave for the next place, he found another shocking thing: new paper.

Moreover, this new paper is similar to silk paper, so I thought the price of this paper was more expensive than silk paper.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingyuan said that he didn't believe in this evil if he said that only a dozen coins were needed, so he must come over to see if it is true or not.

"Hmph, I want to see how Xiaoshier makes paper, and why it's so cheap."

"Da da da!"

Shadow reached out and asked Ying Zheng to enter.

The entire shop is about 50 square meters, and there are various pens, inks, papers and inkstones hanging on the surrounding walls.

There is also a pile of bamboo slips in the corner, it seems that no one pays attention to that corner, it is already covered with dust.

In normal times, this is the most frequently bought item by customers.

A man who looks like a scholar is standing behind the counter, writing and drawing on the white paper with a brush in his hand, is he frowning and looking at the handwriting on the bamboo slips beside him?

Maybe it was because he was too fascinated by watching, or maybe he didn't want to pay attention to these three people at all, but that person didn't look up, nor did he speak.

"Are you the shopkeeper?" Ying Zheng stepped forward and asked.

Hearing the voice of inquiry, the man slowly raised his head and glanced at the three of them, then quickly lowered his head, and said slowly:

"Just see what you want."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng frowned, why do people still do business like this, and customers come to ask, and they are so lukewarm?Are you not afraid that people will turn around and leave?

Ying Ying just wanted to teach this person a lesson, but was stopped by Ying Zheng.

Since he came here as an ordinary citizen, he naturally wanted to play, otherwise how would people think of him if they knew about it?

Yingzheng was not interested in those pens, inkstones, those in his Zhangtai Palace were all treasures in the world, and the things here couldn't compare.

This time I came here just to take a look at the paper.

If, as Zhang Qingyuan said, a piece of paper can be bought with as little as a dozen renminbi, then the history of the Great Qin Dynasty can be passed through the ages, and the culture of the Great Qin Dynasty can also be passed down to the world.

He stepped forward and asked in a good voice: "Shopkeeper, we are here to buy new paper. I wonder if there are any more from the shopkeeper?"

After asking this question, Ying Zheng still had some expectations in his heart. It would be best if there was one, but if there was no Chu Wuhou's mansion, the concubine would be doomed to death.

"Have!"

"Alas!"

Ying Zheng rolled his throat, his eyes brightened with excitement.

Shadow noticed Shihuang's emotional changes, and quickly sent him a voice transmission in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, if it is difficult to calm down, you can use the true energy in your body, and you may be able to realize the state of a great master."

Ying Zheng nodded, and quickly controlled his emotions according to what Yingying said.

"How many papers are there?"

"Twelve cents a piece of new paper, if you need to cut it into a small sheet, you need to add one penny."

How cheap is it?

Ying Zheng was so excited that his heart was surging.

What that guy said was true.

"I'd like to buy more. Is it cheaper?"

"How much do you need?"

"I want as much as you have."

Hearing this, the man put down the pen in his hand and wrote Ying Zheng a lot, his tone seemed sullen.

"Old man, don't make fun of me. How much silver do you have? You want to buy all my new paper."

"I have tens of thousands of sheets of paper. Do you have that much money? Do you know where this is?"

The shopkeeper pointed to the plaque inside the house.

Ying Zheng looked up and saw the same words as the plaque at the door.

"You'd better not make trouble here, pay as much as you want to buy, and leave if you don't buy."

Chapter 76 The Shocked Ying Zheng

Ying Zheng was very excited, and he didn't care if this person was being unreasonable.

I just thought that there are tens of thousands of new papers here.

He went on to say: "I really want to buy it, but before I do that, I have to check the quality of the paper. If it is good, I will naturally take out the silver."

The shopkeeper didn't want to talk nonsense, so he casually pulled out a new piece of paper the size of four palms.

The handwriting on it is like ghostly drawn symbols, and it should be used by people to write and draw casually.

Ying Zheng was still very excited, and he didn't ask whether this person was reckless.

With those "treasures" in his hands, there was joy in his eyes.

He was driven away by Zhang Qingyuan just now, and he didn't have time to see the quality of the new paper clearly. Now that this thing is in his hands, Ying Zheng is as careful as he is stroking a thousand-year-old treasure.

This paper is really good!

Although there are some plant fibers on it, it will not affect normal use.

Holding it to watch carefully, Ying Zheng realized a problem.

This paper is so thin!

What does this mean?

This paper can completely replace the bamboo slips in terms of weight and quality.

And it's so cheap and convenient, if scholars all over the world see this paper, they will definitely shout with excitement.

Although Ying Zheng didn't like to chew on words, he was surrounded by talented civil servants, and he was well aware of the peeing nature of those nerds.

Holding the bamboo slips to read every day, even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, and hugging his wife to return the kiss.

Especially those who advocate Confucianism are the worst.

It is said that there was once an old master in the state of Lu who tried his best to persuade the countries not to fight. To be rescued.

It is enough to show that these books are their life.

If the old master knew that Daqin invented this paper later, would he come back to life immediately?

He didn't have to pull dozens of carts of bamboo slips as heavy as he could take them away by himself.

The first emperor had already imagined the life of the common people after using this paper.

He rolled up the paper slightly. Sure enough, the paper is very soft and can be folded at will, which saves a lot of space.

However, he grabbed the two corners of the paper and tugged lightly, and finally the paper was still intact.

Of course, it can still be torn apart with great force, but who would tear a book at will?

If preserved properly, this paper can be preserved for a hundred years.

This paper is cheap, soft and durable, and lightweight.

Write with a pen on paper, and the handwriting will be very clear.

This is thousands of times better than silk paper and bamboo.

Ying Zheng sighed in his heart, a cultural era belonging to Great Qin was about to rise.

"Shopkeeper, can I borrow a pen?"

The shopkeeper frowned, but he was used to the excitement of seeing new paper for the first time.

When this paper first came out, the whole store was crowded with people, all of whom were scholars, and their madness was no less than that of the madmen on the street.

Compared with this, the person in front of him is much calmer.

I saw that the shopkeeper handed the pen in his hand to Ying Zheng, and did not forget to explain:

"Be careful, this paper will be left for others to try!"