[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

As a cultural person among the brothers, Xiao He felt that he had seen the world.The family can still have three or five books, which can be regarded as a wealthy family in Pei County.But after entering this tent, Xiao He realized how shallow his previous knowledge was.It’s kind of superficial, like a group of farmers discussing that “the king eats all fat meat every day, and he drinks a bowl of porridge every day”, and they don’t know how to show off their wealth.

"A lot of books!" Xiao He looked at the dozens of large bookshelves in the tent, each of which contained books bound together, "Is this considered a paper book printed by the people of Qin?"

Xiao He rushed to the bookshelf, seeing no one around, carefully took out a "Tao Te Ching" from a bookshelf with the word "Tao" written on it - put all the books on different bookshelves by category, and then Books are placed vertically on the bookcase according to the initial strokes one by one, with the spine of the book title facing outwards. When reading a book, you only need to find the shelf where the book is located according to the classification of the books, and then according to the initial strokes, directly Just go there and find it.

Compared with the predecessors, books can only be stacked on the bookshelf by volume, which is inconvenient to find. A bookshelf can only stack a few volumes of books.This way of arranging books is not only convenient, quick and easy to find, but also allows more books to be placed and saves more space. This is definitely a genius-like whimsy.

Xiao He carefully stroked the paper with his fingertips repeatedly, his movements were as gentle as if he was stroking his wife. Is this the paper?Legend has it that in the Qin State, a thousand pieces of paper cost one gold, and there is still a price but no market.

There is no other reason, because the production of paper has always been controlled by Ying Zheng alone, so the number of paper issued is also controlled in his hands. In order to ensure the price of paper, in addition to the smooth supply of the palace and Daqin government agencies, The paper on the market is like selling Xiaomi mobile phones, and they all use the method of hunger and thirst marketing.

When paper was in Xianyang, it was still worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the price would have multiplied after a few transfers. In addition, paper is a one-time product and cannot be reused.

Although Xiao He's family was not bad, he couldn't afford such expensive paper, so besides looking at it, he had no choice but to continue scratching and writing on old bamboo slips.

"This kind of paper seems to be better than the paper on the market. It is whiter and more delicate, and the written characters are more neat and beautiful." Xiao He looked at the book in his hand, secretly curious.

Xiao He naturally didn't know that in order to encourage invention and creation, a good scientific research atmosphere had already been formed, and Hu Hai specially asked Ying Zheng to order that if there are major inventors in the country (including but not limited to agricultural, industrial, and life inventions), they can be knighted—such as The Marquis of Dongling who knows melons; if the existing technology can be improved, the common people can be rewarded heavily, slaves or slaves with relatives can redeem their bodies, guilty ones can redeem their sins, etc. It's almost like that as long as you can make something, Daqin private room, private car, wife and job.

The paper sells well, so the scientific research funds are also sufficient, coupled with the encouragement of generous rewards, the scientists of the Mohist school are full of enthusiasm—although scientists, relying on the government to control food, housing, and work, are often left-handed. After receiving the money, he sent the money to the poor family with his right hand, which made Hu Hai feel inferior.This is not only true of paper, but also of other black technologies including catapults.In fact, Hu Hai only provided the general principle of the catapult, and then drew a little bit of the catapult in his impression. The black technology catapult now used is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient working people. Hu Hai just provided an idea and went to play. .

If only I could have these books!

Xiao He reluctantly put the book back on the bookshelf, looking at the dozen or so large bookshelves around him, the controls on books are very strict these days, there is absolutely no Kong Yiji's concept of "how can a scholar steal a book?" It is a precious item. If you want to see the books in other people's homes, unless you ask for a lot of money, you can't even see a single page.

Although the state of Qin already had genuine published books, they were all in Chinese characters of the state of Qin, and in order to serve the interests of the state of Qin, any book that involved incongruous content or thought would either be rectified or rejected.Daqin's Library Management Office is no worse than the later generations of Radio, Television and the General Administration of Culture.

"Young master is here!" There was a singing voice from outside the tent.

Xiao He immediately retreated to the side of the tent, bent down, and made a respectful gesture, and then he saw the curtain was lifted from the corner of his eye, and a figure in black came in.

Hu Hai went to the upper desk and sat down, looking at Xiao He who was kneeling on the ground...well, kneeling and sitting are not very clear these days, and he said, "Junior Xiao."

Hearing Hu Hai's voice, Xiao He was startled. He marveled at the youthfulness of this voice, isn't it too young?Although there was a bit of solemnity and majesty in the voice, and a bit of heavenly style, it couldn't hide the truth that the young master would never be more than ten years old.

"Officer Xiao, raise your head." Hu Hai looked at Xiao He and continued to speak.

Xiao He raised his head slowly, and saw that the person sitting above him was indeed a child, wearing a black crown and a nine-pronged crown on his head... He could barely be regarded as a young boy of different stature.The crown covered the young man's face, Xiao He couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only vaguely see his bright eyes through it.

"Xiao He, a small citizen of the Chu Kingdom, pays homage to His Royal Highness, Young Master Daqin." Xiao He bowed his waist and said with a salute.

"Chu State? Chu State is about to disappear. In the future, there will be no distinction between Chu people, Qi people, or Qin people. They are all citizens of my Great Qin. Prisoner Xiao is naturally also a citizen of my Great Qin." Hu Hai didn't think it was different. Said.

Literati, there is always a little hypocrisy, there are not so many literati who can surrender to the enemy immediately, and they will always surrender after being so hypocritical—just like Hong Chengchou who kept saying that he was going to starve to death, as long as you give him some face, let him He found a step and went down, and the rest would be fine.

The most important thing is that I don't believe that a person who can be friends with Liu Bang, that shameless scoundrel, will be a martyr who is loyal to the emperor and patriotic!Three views are different, how to love each other?

"Will Prisoner Xiao not convinced? But I came to you, not to talk about Chu, which is about to disappear." Hu Hai looked at Xiao He through the crown, and he felt that the crown was so good that he could Perfectly covering his own expression, he can still see other people's expressions clearly. No wonder Ying Zheng loves this thing to appear on the stage. "Prisoner Xiao is young and in his prime, so he probably doesn't want to accompany Chu to the funeral, right?"

Faced with Hu Hai's straightforward words, Xiao He frowned. He really didn't have the courage to tell Hu Hai that he wanted to be a martyr.People nowadays have not received much patriotic education, only Chu Youcai is true, and it is true that all Chu talents went to Qin to become officials.

"Prisoner Xiao is so talented that he can only take the position of a prisoner. I really feel wronged by Prisoner Xiao." Hu Hai was not in the mood to pay attention to Xiao He's glassy heart, and continued to take care of himself.

Young master Daqin, except his father, doesn't need to care about anyone's glass heart.

"Xiao He is nothing more than a jailer in a county, so he can't be praised by the young master." Xiao He bowed to Hu Hai, leaned on the ground and said, "Please let the young master let Xiao He go home."

"In the past, Li Tingwei was just a small official in Shangcai, isn't he also my Great Qin's Tingwei now? Although your specialties are different, I think the talent of Prisoner Xiao is not inferior to that of Li Tingwei." Hu Hai looked at Xiao He, who was kneeling on the ground, and persuaded him, "Does Prisoner Xiao know the story of Li Tingwei? In the past, Li Tingwei was a small official in Shangcai. One day he saw rats eating poop in the toilet. These rats As long as people or dogs come to the toilet, they will run away quickly; but the mice he saw in the rice warehouse can not only eat big and fat, but also play leisurely in the rice pile, no one or dog brings them. At that time, Li Tingwei lamented, "Whether a person is successful or not is like a mouse. It is ultimately determined by the environment he is in." I wonder if Warden Xiao wants to be a mouse in the toilet? Barn rats?"

Hu Hai thought for a while, if someone made a comparison with him like this, he would definitely jump up, pat the table and shout "I'm not a mouse", so in the end Li Si became the prime minister, and he could only hug his father's thigh.

"Young master, why do you have to make things difficult for Xiao He?" Xiao He raised his head, looked at Hu Hai and asked.

Can't figure it out, really can't figure it out, how famous is he already?Even such a fart kid knows?You are fucking kidding me!

"Officer Xiao has heard the story of the flying bear falling into a dream." After asking the question and finally asking it, I knew you wanted to ask this question. If it were Mr. Cheng... Of course I would have to ask, but about flying bear falling into a dream, This son is determined not to believe it.

Hu Hai also wanted to change to a more credible statement, but after much deliberation, the only thing he could come up with was that it was in line with the pre-Qin era—it is not good to be born too early, and a lot of allusions have not been born, it seems that only Feixiong Dream about this legend.

Flying Bear Dreaming——Anyone who has read "Fengshen Bang" knows that Zhou Wen Wang Jichang urgently needs someone who can help him with literary and military skills, but he can't find him.Until one day, he had a dream in which a bear with two wings flew into his arms.The next day he was superstitious about feudalism, but he made a small hexagram. The hexagram said that he could find this person by the Weishui River, and then he found Jiang Shang, who was fishing with a straight hook, and his name was Feixiong.

"Flying bear falling into a dream..." Xiao He raised his head and looked at Hu Hai with a strange expression. How could he be so big ass?how?Why is this so?

Seeing that Xiao He was looking at him in the wrong way, Hu Hai resisted the urge to take a mirror to take a look, and said, "Officer Xiao, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

satisfy!So fucking satisfied!But kid, don't you know that "Flying Bear Dreaming" is the Holy Lord's virtuous minister?You are a son, not yet a prince, but just a young son, how dare you compare yourself to King Wen of Zhou?Tsk tsk tsk... what a big ambition.

Therefore, although it is important to read a lot, if reading is a half-knowledge, it is better not to read.

"Xiao He dare not compare with the Grand Duke?" Xiao He lowered his head and said.

"Why should Prisoner Xiao be humble? Believe me, as long as you follow this plan well, you will be more famous than the grandpa." Hu Hai casually threw a folder on the desk in front of Xiao He.

The author has something to say: So don’t use allusions indiscriminately, especially modern allusions and idioms, which have already extended new meanings... For example, there is a hole in the wind, the original meaning is that there is a hole to enter the wind, the metaphor itself has shortcomings, and the rumors are Sneak in.

If Xiaozhu is too happy after becoming a prince, and repeats two sentences, "Duke Zhou vomits and feeds, and the world returns to his heart", if he wants to show his literary talents, he will be accused of using the wrong code again, because Duke Zhou is a courtier, and he is the prince... If Xiaozhu Read "All the talents in the world are in my pocket", and no one understands the allusions... The king is always lonely. .