Fusu and Zhang Liang divided the paper, so naturally the others didn't pull it off.

Han Fei's mood is as complicated as Zhang Liang.

He was embarrassed in South Korea and was now "sent" to Ying Zheng by the King of Korea, and his situation was not much better.

Even if Ying Zheng likes some of his articles quite liked, he would not let go of his suspicion because of this love.

With such a powerful tool for education, although there is no way to see what benefits it will bring, it may bring earth-shaking changes to the education of Qin in the future!

Han Fei was in a complicated mood and took the stack of paper that Fusu ordered people to give him back to the school.

As for Wei Liao, he thought Fusu was weaving a large net, and he was only a little shocked when he saw the snow-white paper, and then he was full of praise.

He observed that Fusu, Zhang Liang and Li You were considered as teenagers, and their relationship was good, but it was a little worse to say that they were Fusu’s confidants.

In contrast, Cheng Miao and Meng Yi are the people who Fusu trust the most, but they don’t know which one of them is the one who gives Fusu the advice behind it.

According to the facts that Wei Liao understood, Cheng Miao was born as a clerk and was still in prison for several years. He only came out of the prison with his official script.

This shows that before coming to Yunyang County, Cheng Miao had no way to give Fusu advice.

Then the person behind Fusu may be Meng Yi, and even Meng Tian and the entire Meng family!

Another person may also be one of them: the imperial physician Xu Fu, who convinced Ying Zheng to let Fusu come to Yunyang County.

After some sorting and analysis, Wei Liao has basically outlined the outline of the entire "Fusu Party".

There is a Meng family in the army, academy in culture and education, and it also wins the hearts of the people by improving farming tools and improving farming. This eldest son’s future is really exciting!

Wei Liao's heart came alive again.

Although Fusu is still young, Wei Liao can see that Fusu is kind by nature and will definitely treat the people below.

What's even more rare is that he is bold in employing people: in the past year alone, there have been several people around him who came from prison, some who came to study from other countries, and many others who were selected by him from village households or villagers - as long as he really has talent, he dares to use it!

Thinking of this, Wei Liao returned to his residence with the paper, personally grind it, and tried to write it on the new paper.

Compared with the complex moods of Wei Liao and Han Fei, Cheng Miao and Meng Yi's joy is simpler.

When Cheng Miao got the paper, he felt bright and impatiently closed the door and carefully edited the textbooks for clerical scripts.

Meng Yi was in a good mood, and was pleased to be entrusted by Fusuzhi to bring two trucks of new paper back to Xianyang.

The weather was sunny and there was no sign of rain. Meng Yi rode a horse and escorted two cars of new paper to the palace gate. He dismounted and lifted the cloth covering the new paper for inspection by the imperial guards.

As soon as the cloth was lifted, some officials and eunuchs who happened to enter and exit the palace gate couldn't help but look at each other.

There is no way, the two cars of snow-white paper are so dazzling under the sunlight, which is in sharp contrast with the thick palace gate and the high palace walls. The people who can communicate in the palace are basically no rustic buns, but they were all surprised to find that they had never seen this thing before!

Because Meng Yi had a good temper and treated everyone else with a smile, a familiar official came over to greet him while the guards inspected him and asked Meng Yi what he brought back to offer to the king.

Meng Yi smiled and said, "This is something that our young master ordered to make. It is called 'paper'. It can be used for writing. It is lighter than bamboo slips and cheaper than silk." His tone was neither slow nor slow, and he seemed to have no pride at all, but what he said was like a thunderclap.

This thing is written for writing, and it is light and cheap?

Until the imperial guards inspected the two trucks of paper, many people did not come back to their senses and stopped involuntarily to watch Meng Yi escort the two trucks of fresh things as white as snow into the palace.

Ying Zheng soon heard someone report that Meng Yi was asking for a meeting.

What is Fusu doing? Although Ying Zheng doesn’t pay attention to it every day, he is still very close.

He knew that the paper workshop was about to usher in a bumper harvest, but he was not sure if the finished product was really that good.

That was just something that a child asked people to mess around. Ying Zheng didn't have much hope from the beginning. When he learned that Meng Yi was coming with the finished product, Ying Zheng immediately asked someone to bring Meng Yixuan in.

Meng Yi brought a batch of "samples" into the room.

Ying Zheng was attracted by those "samples" at first sight.

Ying Zheng got up and walked over, and took a piece of paper from the "sample" presented by Meng Yi.

The paper is very thin, and the bamboo slips look very cumbersome compared to it.

Perhaps because of some special paint, the paper looks very white, like white snowflakes.

After buying it, Ying Zheng noticed that although it is thin, it is actually tough. If it is not used to force it, it is obviously not easy to tear it apart, which means it feels flat and comfortable. Ying Zheng asked Meng Yi: "Is this really made of bamboo?"

Meng Yi nodded: "As I have seen with my own eyes, a bundle of bamboo can be made of nearly ten thousand pieces of paper of this size."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is hard to imagine that in addition to being made into bamboo slips, elegant and verdant bamboo can also be transformed into this kind of snow-white paper.

Not to mention that it was also released by the hands of a six-year-old child.

Is there really an immortal in the world?

So why did this immortal skip him, the king and father, to teach Fusu a dream?

Ying Zheng put the paper in his hand and asked lightly: "You have been in Yunyang County for so long, have you ever found anyone who often looks for Fusu in private?"

Meng Yi was waiting for Ying Zheng to praise the paper. After hearing Ying Zheng’s question, all his original expectations turned into cold sweat.

Meng Yi straightened his back and replied seriously: "Young Master got up early every day in Yunyang County, practiced swords and piano with Li's Dalang and Zhang Xiaolangjun. Then he would go out of the village to walk around. After he came back, he began to meet foreign guests and listen to their experience in farming. During the rest of the time, the young master was either reading books or discussing issues with Zhang Xiaolangjun and others. Except for occasionally going to the school to listen to others' lectures together, I have never seen anyone who is particularly close to you."

Every day, there is more than one person in Fusu's daily life. They don't know each other's existence. Although the contents they write are different from each other, they are generally suitable.

After often observing for such a long time, Ying Zheng could almost be sure that the "immortal" did not exist in reality.

Ying Zheng was not surprised to hear Meng Yi's answer. He picked up a piece of paper and rubbed it gently, and finally praised: "Yes, this is a good thing that is conducive to education." He ordered people to go to the private warehouse to get a box of ink ingots and said to Meng Yi, "This is a new ink offered by someone. It is written with rosin, which is different from ordinary ink. You will take it to Fusu when you return to Yunyang County."

In addition to this rosin ink, there are naturally many rewards such as gold, silver, jade, horses and fat sheep.

Meng Yi took the order and left.

Meng Yi happened to meet Meng Tian when he left the city.

Seeing that Meng Yi's face was not right, Meng Tian took Meng Yi out of the city all the way, and then asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yi shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Even when facing his brother, Meng Yi did not reveal the question he had just asked.

He just felt that being born in the royal family was both a blessing and a misfortune.

Fortunately, I was born to have a simple and carefree meals and clothing, and I could do whatever I wanted.

Unfortunately, no matter father and son or brother in the royal family, it is impossible to get along like ordinary people.

Although his grandfather and his grandfather were so strict when he was so young, they still loved them very much on weekdays.

But just now, Meng Yi felt Ying Zheng’s suspicion about Fusu just now.

Perhaps Ying Zheng was just worried that someone would use Fusu, but this also revealed the suspicious side of Ying Zheng's character. As long as Ying Zheng's nature remains unchanged, he and Fusu cannot trust each other and be close to each other like an ordinary father and son.

Perhaps born in the royal family, many things are destined to become extravagant hopes.

Meng Yi sighed in his heart, but did not reveal his sorrow to Meng Tian, ​​but said to Meng Tian: "Brother, I will go."

Seeing Meng Yi say this, Meng Tian didn't ask any more questions, stopped and watched Meng Yi leave.

Meng Yi returned to the village with Ying Zheng's reward. Fusu looked at the good things that Ying Zheng gave him, but did not count them one by one, and just asked people to put them in the warehouse.

But that box of rosin ink aroused his interest.

Nowadays, the ink that everyone uses is natural ink, with different quality and small quantity.

After all, there are not many people who can write. They can afford silk and ink, so there are not much demand.

If paper is popularized in the future, more people will need ink. Natural ink alone may not be enough, and writing may not be so smooth.

Fusu also considered this issue. He originally wanted to wait until the end of the year to slaughter the pig and then think about how to make oil smoke and ink.

If every household raises pigs, lard will definitely become a common item at home. In the future, scholars must light the lamp when studying hard at night. The easiest and most convenient way to make oil smoke is to hang the bowl upside down above the oil lamp. No matter what kind of lamp oil is used, there will be a layer of black ink condensed from oil smoke in the bowl over time.

If you use it yourself, many complex processes in the ink making process can actually be omitted, as long as it can be used.

In this way, even if the poor cannot afford the ink outside, they can make more primitive oil smoke ink at home.

Unexpectedly, when my father saw the paper, he immediately thought of the ink.

Pine smoke is also a very suitable thing for ink making. The pine smoke ink produced naturally has a faint rosin, which should be very popular among literati and scholars.

Fusu happened to have seen both kinds of ink, he knew the method of making oil smoke ink, and he also knew the method of making pine smoke ink. However, since someone has offered this kind of ink to Ying Zheng, the court must have mastered its method of making it, so Fusu did not plan to think about it.

There are countless capable people in the world, so he doesn't need to worry about everything.

Fusu held Mo Zi and thanked Meng Yi with bright eyes: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Yi has been here."

Meng Yi felt inexplicably sad when he saw that he liked the box of ink ingots rewarded by Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng rewarded a lot of things, but Fusu suddenly noticed the ink box that Ying Zheng personally told him. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if the father and son knew each other well enough.

Meng Yi paused and said, "This is what the king personally chose for you."

Fusu sincerely praised: "My father has always been far-reaching. I think he heard that there is a method of making paper, so he thought that it might consume a lot of ink in the future. He specially ordered people to find a method of making ink early."

Even if he lived a lifetime, Fusu still felt that his father was a far-sighted person. If not, how could his father become the endorsement of this war era where heroes emerged?

Listening to Jing Mu, who was unconsciously brought out from Fusu's words, Meng Yi couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his head.

Since he had sent a batch of paper to Xianyang, Fusu had nothing to do. He had made an appointment with Zhang Liang to draw the "Eight Horses Picture" for three days, and he did not delay much and just like Zhang Liang to paint behind closed doors.

Three days passed without realizing it.

It started to rain early that morning.

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