Chaotic Qin

Of course paper is paper!

Snow-white, flexible, it will make a charming crisp sound when you flick it up with your fingers, it can write, print and wipe your ass!

Qin Zichu said that he really wanted to answer Gan Luo's question in this way.

But as long as he is not crazy, he can clearly know that no one in this world understands what "paper" looks like except himself.

He could only frown slightly recalling the origin of papermaking.

None of the ministers here is a fool.

Even though Qin Zichu didn't explain what "paper" is, they can guess that "paper" is probably softer and easier to write than silk from what he mentioned earlier to use "paper" as a carrier to transcribe books. thing.

Therefore, the eyes of several senior ministers who often needed to write were all lit up.

They stared at the king expectantly.

Qin Zichu finally remembered the state in which papermaking was created in the first place!

He made a thoughtful look and said: "After silkworm cocoons are drawn to weave silk, the remaining evil cocoons and diseased cocoons can't be used directly. We can only take out the silk cotton by the method of wadding. When the process of wadding is completed, bamboo Bamboo woven mats are naturally contaminated with some residual wadding left over. When the number of times of wadding is increased, the residual wadding on the bamboo mat will accumulate into a layer of white and soft flakes. After peeling off, it is what the widow calls 'paper'—however, the widow heard that paper can also be made from bark, hemp, and cloth, but the specific process is not clear."

Only Baigong can do the work of stripping cocoons.

None of the people present had experienced this process, but when they heard Qin Zichu's words, they couldn't help but feel yearning in their hearts.

Seeing them like this, Qin Zichu had no choice but to say: "In the past few days, why don't you ask Baigong to submit some, which will match the brush that Ah Zheng took out, and you can write a good handwriting."

When Gan Luo was young, he was the age with the most curious and exploratory spirit about the world.

He couldn't wait for a moment.

Hearing Qin Zichu's words, Gan Luo immediately said: "Master, please let me go and see how to make paper now?"

Of course, the clothes used by the rulers of various countries are the best.

Therefore, there has always been a special weaving place in Xianyang Palace, and Gan Luo's request is not difficult to meet.

Qin Zichu looked around the hall, and found that no matter who heard Gan Luo's childish request, they all showed anticipation.

He smiled and shook his head, knowing that the ministers in the palace were all distracted, and their thoughts completely drifted to the paper.

Qin Zichu had no choice but to say: "Forget it, let's come here first today. I will show you what the real paper looks like."

With King Qin speaking, the palace slaves immediately sorted out the weaving place.

When Qin Zichu and Ying Zheng arrived at the same time, the inside was so clean that no trace of dirt could be seen—naturally, there was no trace of "paper" on the completely cleaned bamboo strips.

Everyone froze instantly, and looked at Qin Zichu pitifully.

"After bleaching, what about the white and crispy flakes on the bamboo mat?" Qin Zichu knew that the place was cleaned so cleanly to welcome the "noble" people, so his tone was very gentle.

But it turns out that the phrase "treating the lower classes with kindness and kindness can dispel fear" is a lie.

The moment Qin Zichu asked a question, all the servants in the weaving department knelt down.

The master said in a hoarse voice: "The servant threw it away..."

"If there are silkworm cocoons, let's make some now, I want to see that thing." Seeing his appearance, Qin Zichu had no choice but to put away the smile on his face, return to his normal appearance and directly give the order.

Qin Zichu turned cold and stopped smiling, and the master didn't tremble on the contrary.

He said respectfully: "Please go out and wait a while, the lord, it smells bad after cooking."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Qin Zichu, Qin Zichu directly rejected the manager's proposal: "It's nothing, I just want to see how that layer of things is made, you can do it."

After receiving the order from the lord, the master immediately called the servants to start doing it.

They are familiar with all these tasks. Although I don't know why the king asked to perform this instead of going to the singing and dancing, but there is no other problem except that the process of saving paper takes time.

It's a pity that all the cocoons used in the palace are of the highest quality, and the chance of producing debris is much lower than that of the inferior ones outside.

Qin Zichu led a group of high-ranking ministers to wait until his legs were sore, and finally saw a thin layer of wet paper appear on the bamboo mat held by the palace slave.

The faces of the palace people also showed a relaxed look, and they hurriedly put the bamboo mats in the sun, waiting to dry.

The waiting process was long and boring. Qin Zichu had many things to deal with every day, and he couldn't afford to waste time here.

Qin Zichu said bluntly, "Go to some charcoal braziers and roast them."

He didn't care if the surface of the paper would be blackened, as long as it could make the wet paper dry faster and take it off.

It's a pity that Qin Zichu's idea is very unprofessional.

The head of the weaving department boldly replied: "My lord, the ones that have been directly smoked and dried are all broken when taken off, so they can only be dried slowly."

The smile on Qin Zichu's face disappeared.

He said silently in his heart: Σ(っ°Д°;)っI am ashamed again!

Gan Luo glanced curiously again.

But by this time, the previous process is almost understood.

Qin Zichu seldom showed any displeasure. All the ministers under him thought he had a good temper, but the more good-tempered he was, the more shocking he was when he shook his face.

Therefore, seeing the lord's complexion, Zhang Li couldn't help but take the initiative to say: "The lord is busy with affairs, so let's go back to the main hall to deal with state affairs. Since Xiao Ganluo likes to watch, let him stay alone and take a look."

The steps were all ready for Qin Zichu, so he walked down quickly and said, "Okay, let's go back."

After finishing his speech, Qin Zichu led the group of ministers who watched the paper but failed to see the finished product, and returned to the main hall of Xianyang Palace after a lot of tossing around.

"What do you guys think of the paper?" Qin Zichu asked softly after his face recovered.

Among the ministers present, Fan Sui was the oldest and had seen the most government affairs. After witnessing the process of "papermaking" with his own eyes, he immediately saw the benefits of it.

He laughed immediately, and said directly: "Since ancient times, the scrolls have been made from tortoise shells, bone boards, and now to the shavings of wood and bamboo. Since the prince took out the brush and changed the way of writing, although leather and Brocade silk can also be used for writing. But these materials consume even more financial resources. But paper is different, it is a leftover item in the process of making brocade silk, and it is useless in the first place, and..."

Fan Sui revealed a slightly cunning smile as he spoke.

He spoke slowly and softly: "Even if it is the waste from the brocade weaving process, the output of paper is not large, and there are so many students in the world, this is a profitable business. Who doesn't like thin and light compared to heavy letters How about soft, pastel-colored paper? There have been frequent wars recently, and the money accumulated by the country before has been consumed a lot, so it’s great for the king to propose paper at this time.”

When Qin Zichu heard Fan Sui's words, the word "monopoly" immediately came to mind.

In this day and age, it is really easy for the king of a country to want to monopolize.

When Guan Zhong assisted Duke Huan of Qi, he implemented monopoly policies in the country more than once, and carried out macro-control to control the national economy to enrich the country.

Papermaking in this era is a cheating tool!

Moreover, once Qin State has mastered papermaking, scholars and students from all over the world, even if they just want to see this fetish with their own eyes, will definitely gather in Qin State with a pilgrimage.

At that time, paper can also be used as a luxury, and after copying books, it can be rewarded as a prize to outstanding talents.

wait wait wait!

Another thought slipped through Qin Zichu's mind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a happier smile, and said in his heart: Although movable type printing may be more advanced, I can't make it, but there is no pressure to make woodblock printing in advance.

At that time, the academic masters from various schools will be called together to compile and organize the existing classics and ancient books, and then add the analysis and explanation of the master version, and standard textbooks will appear.

After unifying the mind, other things are completely fearless.

Sure enough, knowledge is power.

When talents from all over the world gather in Qin State, read the books published by Qin State, and accept Qin State's writing, other countries will be destroyed sooner or later even if they are lingering.

A nation without its own unique culture cannot survive.

╮(╯▽╰)╭It’s really a good way to make a lot of money.

"From this year, adjust the tax rate, increase the collection of silk raw materials, and then send people to other countries to buy large quantities of silkworm cocoons." When Qin Zichu spoke again, his momentum became much stronger.

Without waiting for the minister to answer, he continued: "How many descendants do you have from each school? Immediately send envoys to politely invite them to Xianyang City, prepare a school for them, and transfer money from the treasury to treat them well. The widow wants to rebuild classics."

It's just that the engraved inscriptions have already met Qin Zichu's political needs for what he wants to do now.

He wants to make the whole of China realize that the students have to accept the text and edited classics formulated by Qin State in the shortest time.

"Yes, my lord." All the ministers obeyed immediately.

Ying Zheng stared at Qin Zichu's high-spirited look, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Qin Zichu probably hasn't realized that he is becoming more and more like a truly imposing young emperor.

If not, Fan Sui would never kowtow to carry out the order without saying a word.

But he would always smile softly, occasionally revealing that the "alive" Qin Zichu who was fragile in his heart belonged to him alone.

So satisfying.

"Report to the lord, General Li Mu sent a message to report—the Xiongnu really sent their troops southward and invaded our Great Qin territory!" Just when he was happy, the servant suddenly presented such news.

The smile on Qin Zichu's face froze, his face sank for a moment, and he said directly without looking at the battle report: "Let General Li Mu fight at ease, until the Xiongnu Shanyu's mother can't help but who is he!"