"Isn't that true?" Feng Yong asked doubtfully, "I once heard Guan Ji say that Zuo Bo's paper is evenly thick and fine in texture, making it the best in the world."

"I don't think this paper is smooth. How can it compare to Zuo Bo's paper?"

As Feng Yong spoke, he also imitated Li Yi and shook the paper. The sound was not crisp, but rather dull, indicating that the paper was indeed thick.

"So what if Zuo Bo's paper is even in thickness? I'm lucky enough to have seen Zuo Bo's paper, which is the best in the world. The texture is indeed fine and the paper surface is smoother than this paper."

"But it is too rare. The craftsmanship is said to be both difficult and complicated, and the material selection is extremely picky. It cannot be made two or three times a year. Even if it was only supplied to Luoyang at that time, it could not be supplied, so it seems that Uncle Zuo

Paper is precious.”

"But the paper made by my brother is quite different. Although it is a little rough, it is thicker, more flexible and not easily damaged. Moreover, mulberry and hemp are available everywhere. It can be made in less than two months. These are better than Zuo Bo's paper.

too much."

Li Yi said, caressing the paper in his hand lovingly, and even pulled it hard, "Look, how good the paper is? It can't be damaged even if you pull it. For this reason, Zuo Bo's paper can't be compared."

!”

"Brother, it's done, let's do it!"

When Li Yi saw that Feng Yong still looked unconcerned, he felt a breath in his chest and said angrily, "This is a great achievement, a great contribution!"

Uh-huh!

Feng Tubie didn't care about other things, but when he heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, "How come this paper...has become such a great achievement? I still want to sell it for money."

She originally wanted to exchange it with Old Demon Zhuge, but Guan Ji is more capable. She has already obtained the mulberry branches from Huang Yueying, and has even started cutting them in Fengzhuang, so she can use this papermaking technique by herself.

Paper is so precious. If you sell it for money, it will be a big income.

"How much can I sell this paper for?"

After Li Yigang said this, he said "poof" again, feeling that he had been led astray by the elder brother in front of him.

"Of course this paper can be sold for a lot of money, but brother, it is a great achievement first. As long as the imperial court gets this paper, isn't it afraid that all the scholars in the world will return home?"

Li Yi swallowed his saliva and continued, "Now that the great man is in danger, if he obtains this scholar's treasure, doesn't it mean that the great man is still destined to be his destiny?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Feng Yong felt that he couldn't keep up with Li Yi's thinking.

Improvements in papermaking will certainly have an impact on the spread of knowledge.

But in Feng Yong's view, this is long-term and silent, rather than something obvious all at once.

Just why would Li Yi think that taking out this piece of paper can buy people's hearts?

Could it be that I have underestimated the impact of paper on scholars in this era?

"What do you mean by Wenxuan, we should present this paper?"

Feng Yong asked tentatively.

"Present it," Li Yi nodded affirmatively, "We definitely can't keep it, and it's impossible for the court to let this method stay in our hands. It's better to offer it up, and then the court will be with us regardless of whether it's made or not.

It has nothing to do with it, but we can make paper with peace of mind."

"Then give it."

Feng Yong nodded, he was not stingy with this thing, but subconsciously he always felt something was wrong.

Listening to what Li Yi said and his expression, it was obvious that this thing was something similar to a nuclear bomb. If it was placed in the hands of Old Demon Zhuge, would it blow up Sichuan?

When the time comes... Feng Langjun, who is charming with his clever words and ruthless with Xiao Wenhe, is afraid that he will be stabbed by the Shuzhong family again.

"Brother is really decisive!"

Li Yi said with great admiration.

If this kind of craftsmanship were only in my own hands, I wonder how much money it would bring to me? It would be worth the gold and silver.

If it is regarded as a craft handed down from generation to generation, then generations will have no worries about food and clothing.

But his brother only listened to his own words and believed in his words so much that he was moved and admired.

But he didn't know that when Feng Tubao took this piece of paper in his hand, his first thought was not that it was a precious thing or a treasure passed down from generation to generation, but that he would use it to wipe his butt!
Chapter completed!