Emperor Nagasawa [Rebirth]

That day Jiang Su didn't come back until after dinner.

There are great Confucianists in Beijing who entertain guests from all over the world, so there are no empty seats.During the meeting, you can talk about the trend of the world, but if you say something reasonable, no one will blame you.But if someone takes the opportunity to maliciously slander Jiang Guo, I am afraid that the sun of tomorrow will not be seen.

Zhuge Yu was also among those invited.Jiang Su admired him very much, and wanted to win him over, so he hid his identity and joined the meeting to make friends.

Although his subordinates have not been able to verify his identity now, he is extremely talented in reading a lot of books, and just talking can occasionally make Jiang Su feel enlightened.

When the banquet was over, Jiang Ze returned to the bedroom but did not see Jiang Ze.Hearing that he was still in the study, thinking that the child was probably angry, he hurriedly took a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol, and went to the study without even drying his hair.

When Zhang Yi reported Jiang Su's arrival, Jiang Ze was leaning on the table and meditating.His face was expressionless and his eyes were slightly closed, his previous life's icy indifference when he was thinking was overturned. When Jiang Su saw this, he only felt a slight sense of disobedience, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

But Jiang Ze has come back to his senses.

Seeing Jiang Su, he blinked first, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.Then he frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Why did my brother come out without drying his hair? It seems that he doesn't know how to take care of himself..."

Jiang Su smiled slightly.

He took the handkerchief from Zhang Yi, and before he could make a move, Jiang Ze got up and walked to him, snatched the white handkerchief, pressed him on the soft bed, and gently wiped his hair.

Jiang Su's smile deepened: "What was Ze just thinking about?"

He heard Jiang Ze's pretendingly mysterious voice: "Dry your hair first, and tell brother later!" Although he couldn't see Jiang Ze's expression, he could imagine Jiang Ze's flying eyebrows from the voice.

It will be so exquisite and beautiful.

Jiang Su felt that his wine hadn't woken up yet, so he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed this rare quiet time.

When Jiang Ze finally dried Jiang Su's long hair meticulously, Jiang Su's alcohol was completely over.In the flickering light of the fire, he saw Jiang Ze maintain a cute expression like offering a treasure, holding up a layer of things on the desk, and handing it to himself.

This is a piece of paper.

A piece of paper very similar to brocade silk.

But compared to the pure white of brocade and silk, this piece of paper is slightly yellowed, rough and uneven, with intersecting curtain patterns.Jiang Su turned to the back, and the unmasked grass stems and linen threads were clearly visible.

Jiang Su's pupils shrank slightly.

He had realized what it was made of.

But even though he was aware of the changes that the appearance of this kind of paper would bring, he quickly recovered his usual calmness and asked Jiang Ze lightly: "This is it?"

Jiang Ze blinked his left eye, and there was a sneer on his face: "As brother saw."

Jiang Su's hand holding the paper tightened even more.He took a deep breath: "Who did it? Is he still there? Zhang Yi quickly summoned him!"

As a matter of fact, as early as 200 years ago, someone discovered that after silkworm cocoons were floated to make silk floss, some flocks would be left on the mat.When the number of wadding is increased, the residual wadding on the bamboo mat will accumulate into thin sheets, and after drying and peeling off, it will become the brocade silk used for writing today. [Baidu Encyclopedia] This kind of thing called "paper" is more convenient to carry and write than bamboo slips, but its cost is so high that ordinary people can't have it.Because of its fragile texture, it is difficult to seal it for a long time, so it has not been able to be used as a storage and recording carrier since ancient times.

But what about reducing costs?

If silk is replaced with ordinary raw materials such as linen, steamed, smashed and then picked up, can it also become a brocade that can be written?

This is a question that no one knows the answer to. Even if a few people have put forward this hypothesis in a hundred years, they cannot realize it.

But now, that doesn't seem to be a problem anymore.

The person who improved this technology was named Liu Song, an eunuch. Fifteen years ago, because the wife who had been serving persecuted Mrs. Ru with poisonous schemes, Jiang Feng was angry and sentenced him to castration. He was demoted to the cold palace with his wife, and had to wash clothes with the slaves every day to pay for the crime.

Perhaps because of his fate, Liu Quan has lived to this day.And because of some accident while doing the laundry, he found something.

Since they are all eunuchs themselves, it doesn't matter if they lose their lives.Liu Quan then spent a long time secretly hiding a few large vats in the cold palace, and stole some discarded and washed linen linen, and began to try some ideas that he happened to flash by.

It took him ten years to finally successfully produce this kind of paper made of linen in the past few days.

Of course Liu Quan understood what kind of fame and fortune this method would bring him, and almost instantly thought of dedicating it to Jiang Ze or Jiang Su.But before he could think of how to contribute, Jiang Ze appeared in front of him on Zhicheng's afternoon.

For Liu Quan, this is a very lucky day.

Not only did his hemp paper finally take shape on this day, but God sent the emperor to his eyes more timely.What he heard most these years was the kindness and sageness of the great prince Jiang Su, but he never thought that the new emperor would be so gentle. Not only did he never blame him, but he even accepted his contribution and took him back to bathe and change clothes!

So until he was called for questioning, Liu Quan was still in a daze.

Fortunately, Jiang Su didn't ask him too many old things. After all, it was Jiang Su's mother who his master tried to persecute - although he failed.Jiang Su just frowned at this. Hearing that the lady had passed away, he relaxed his brows and asked about the manufacturing process.

He succinctly asked Liu Quan about everything, and quickly got the whole story and the production process from him.

Jiang Ze also listened quite seriously.

Because in the previous life, this kind of paper did not appear in his hands.

Since he returned to the Celestial Dynasty, since he was able to bring floods to the three counties, it is naturally possible to make this craft that failed in the previous life successful, or Liu Quan actually invented it in the previous life, but it was a pity that he died suddenly not long after. Failed to deliver it to himself.

But no matter what, he met Liu Quan in this life and got the hemp paper, so of course he wanted to get the most benefit from it.

Jiang Su stopped talking, and there was only silence in the hall.

Liu Quan heard the sound of swallowing his saliva.But he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the emperor, so he could only lie on the ground and tremble slightly.

half an hour.

He heard Jiang Ze's low voice: "I will give you what you want. However, I want you to continue to find a way to replace the linen with other cheaper things."

Liu Quan withdrew.

Neither Jiang Ze nor Jiang Su spoke in a hurry, and the hall was still silent.

They invariably thought about the value of hemp paper.

——The production process of this kind of paper is not complicated, but it is very cheap. Of course, it can be mass-produced, and even bamboo slips are gradually banned.Then the price of this kind of paper and the promotion method in Jiang country and other countries are debatable.

Jiang Ze ran through many methods in his mind, and quickly built a general promotion framework, which can be implemented after careful deliberation.So he stretched his waist and yawned, Shi Shiran walked to Jiang Su's side and gently shook his hand.

"It's late at night, let's go back and rest first."

Jiang Su nodded absently.

Thinking about it, it must be a sleepless night.