Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 280 A piece of paper changes the situation
  Qin Palace, main hall.

This hall is always so solemn and solemn, with a deep demeanor in its depth, just like the aloof king on the throne.

At this time, Qin Wangzheng, the most outstanding monarch in the history of Qin State, was sitting on his throne.

And behind him, in a corner of the hall where the lights couldn't reach, a black shadow was shaking.

"So, Zihe actually made a relatively lightweight writing instrument?" Qin Wangzheng's magnetic voice sounded, echoing in the hall.

"Your Majesty, that's right." There was a hint of respect in the voice of the shadow in the darkness, "Sixth Young Master asked someone to boil some wood and bamboo slips for a whole day, and turned it into what the Sixth Young Master called The pulp becomes paper when it cools."

"On a piece of paper, you can write at least a few hundred words. It's much easier than bulky bamboo slips, but the cooking process is a bit complicated."

As he said this, there was a hint of imperfection in his tone.

"That's already amazing." Qin Wangzheng chuckled.

Ouch!

Just as they were talking, a roar that Qin Wangzheng was all too familiar with came from outside the palace, and a small figure came in riding on a panda, holding a lot of paper in his arms.

"Father, I have brought you something good." Ying Zihe walked to the main hall, raised the paper in his arms, and said with a smile.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the paper held in Ying Zihe's arms and said, "Then take it."

Snapped!
  A piece of pure white paper was spread out, Ying Zheng picked up the brush and started writing on it. Sure enough, it is much simpler and easier than bamboo.

A piece of paper can hold countless numbers, which is much more convenient than a bamboo slip that can only write a dozen words.

"Very good." Qin Wangzheng was extremely satisfied with the paper. "Zihe, you have done a good thing this time."

"The craftsmen responsible for papermaking decided to set up another papermaking workshop to specialize in papermaking. At the same time, we will fully promote paper in our Daqin to replace the bulky bamboo slips."

"Oh." Ying Zihe agreed in a seemingly ignorant manner, "Congratulations, father."

Swish!
  Qin Wangzheng's sharp gaze fell on his son beside him, and when he came into contact with this pair of eyes that could see through everything, there was no fear in Yingzi's bright eyes, only admiration for his father. Affection.

"Zihe, you go down first!" After a pause, Qin Wangzheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, father." Ying Zihe agreed respectfully, turned over and rode on his pet, Pippi the Panda, again, and left the hall.

In the whole world, he is probably the only person who dares to ride astride a pet in the palace of Qin Wangzheng, but no one can say anything wrong!
  "Haha!" Seeing his son leaving, Qin Wangzheng suddenly let out a burst of deep laughter, which echoed in the hall.

Qin Wangzheng's laughter was filled with indescribable emotions.

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Paper, as soon as it appeared, was vigorously promoted by the Qin State.

With the personal approval of Qin Wangzheng, the civil and military officials of Qin State all abandoned heavy bamboo and wood slips and began to use paper instead.

A small piece of paper can write at least a few hundred words, which is much better than a heavy bamboo slip.

From then on, Ying Zheng, who originally spent most of his day looking at those heavy bamboo slips, breathed a sigh of relief.

Just because, compared to bamboo slips, paper is much lighter. Before the advent of paper, the memorials that Qin Wangzheng read every day were all written on bamboo and wooden slips, piled together, almost like a hill.

But now, after the advent of paper, the civil and military memorials of the entire dynasty weigh only a few dozen kilograms when put together.

In this way, Qin Wangzheng no longer needs to be busy until late at night every day.

The small piece of paper completely changed the entire Qin State. The spread of a piece of paper caused literati all over the world to become deeply curious about this unique writing tool.

Especially after learning that this small piece of paper was created by Yingzi and Tingtu, the sixth son of the King of Qin.

King Qin's sixth son, Ying Zihe, entered the world's attention for the first time, attracting others to pay attention to him.

The crude paper manufacturing process also spread, and a papermaking workshop was set up in the palace to make paper.

Although it has been spread among the people, it is far less than the craftsmanship in the palace.

………………

"Would you like to eat?" In the Qin Palace, Ying Zi and this child who attracted the attention of the world with a small piece of paper seemed to have nothing to do with them. Every day, they were either practicing martial arts with Xiao Meng or just messing around. Eat and wait to die.

He looks like a little drunkard and a playboy!

On this day, in the main hall of Lingyan Pavilion, Ying Zihe sat on a chair that was taller than him. He picked a grape from the tray on the table, handed it to Xiaomeng's lips, and asked.

Snapped!
  Xiaomeng ate Yingzi and the grapes handed to him in one gulp. While chewing the delicious grapes, he said:
  "Ying Zihe, you... how... did you come up with that piece of paper?"

Ying Zihe said with a confused look: "What kind of paper, why don't I know?"

"Humph, you're pretending to be stupid again!" Xiaomeng snorted coldly and said.

After a pause and eating all the grapes in his mouth, Xiao Meng turned around and said to Ying Zihe: "How are you doing with the He Guang Tong Chen practice I taught you?"

When Ying Zihe heard Xiaomeng's words, he held his head and screamed, "Oh my god, please spare me!"

"Sister, don't you think it's cruel to force a child like me to deal with such profound things all day long?"

"Cruelty?" Hearing what Ying Zihe said, Xiaomeng waved his little fist and shouted, "How can this be called cruelty?"

"You deserve it!"

"I should be cruel to you!"

"Ah!" Ying Zihe said with a sad look on his face when he heard what Xiao Meng said, "Sister, you'd better kill me!"

Swish!
  As he said that, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of Xiaomeng.

Snapped! Catching the departure of Ying Zi and his apparant appearance, Xiaomeng's originally childlike eyes flashed with a sharp look.

After changing his form, in such a short period of time, he has actually cultivated Heguang Tongchen to this point. His talent is indeed extraordinary!
  As expected, from beginning to end, he was just pretending to be stupid!
  "Huhuhu!" On the small bed deep in the hall, Yingzi and I didn't know when I had already sat on it. Looking at Xiaomeng sitting at the table from a distance, I sighed with happiness on my face and raised my white and tender little hands. He got up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Hell, she's just a little housekeeper. Why does my father want her to teach me? It's so cruel!"

(End of this chapter)