Da Qin: From a disciple of Fusu to a generation of imperial masters

Chapter 83 Xiao He is about to become Lin Xuan’s fanboy! Xiao He was confused, there was such a good paper?
Lin Xuan, who drank a glass of fine wine, heard Xiao He's words and said with a smile on his face:

"Brother Xiao He, no matter what you say, Lin Xuanzhi will say everything."

Xiao He nodded slightly when he heard Lin Xuan's words: "Brother Lin Xuan is Master Fusu's teacher."

"During this period, I provided you with many suggestions that were beneficial to the Qin Dynasty. It was Brother Lin Xuan who proposed the imperial examination system."

"Xiao He feels that Brother Lin Xuan is the best candidate to be the invigilator."

"Why does Brother Lin Xuan want Xiao He to come to Xianyang City and become the chief invigilator?"

Xiao He looked at Lin Xuan and expressed his doubts.

Lin Xuan's ability was mentioned by Master Fusu just now in the conversation. Xiao He knew very well that Lin Xuan was very powerful.

Xiao He felt that it was most suitable for such a person to become the chief invigilator.

He didn't understand why Lin Xuan wanted him to be the chief invigilator.

Fusu, who was sitting aside, had a smile on his face. He knew why the teacher wanted Xiao He to be the chief invigilator.

"It's easy to say, Brother Xiao He is talented."

"Become the chief proctor and select talents for Da Qin."

"You can let His Majesty and everyone see your abilities, so that Brother Xiao He will not be buried."

Lin Xuan drank another glass of wine, looked at Xiao He and continued: "There is another reason why I am lazy by nature."

Lin Xuan said with a smile on his face.

Fusu needs someone to help him, and now Fusu has him besides Meng Yi.

There are not many capable people, and with Xiao He joining, it will be easier for him.

Xiao He was stunned for a moment when he heard Lin Xuan's words, and quickly reacted with a hint of admiration on his face:
"Brother Lin Xuan is so indifferent to fame and fortune, Xiao He admires him in his heart."

Xiao He said this sincerely, and becoming Fusu's teacher has a very high status.

Chunyu Yue used the title of Teacher Fusu to make a lot of profits for himself.

Not only did Lin Xuan not show off, he also gave up his position as the chief proctor.

Xiao He admired this indifference very much.

"Brother Xiao He is too praised!"

Lin Xuan had a smile on his face.

Fusu on the side looked at his teacher Lin Xuan with respect in his eyes. He had been in contact with the teacher during this period.

He already understood the teacher's character. Part of it was that the teacher didn't want to expose his identity, and more of it was because he looked down upon fame and fortune.

Otherwise, even if the teacher's identity is really exposed, those who want to harm the teacher will not be able to do so easily.

Xiao He suddenly frowned, looked at Lin Xuan and Fu Su and said:

"The imperial examination system proposed by Brother Lin Xuan has indeed given many people with no background and ability the opportunity to display their ambitions."

"However, the money required to study and write is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Otherwise, the imperial examination system could select more talents for the Qin Dynasty."

When Xiao He said this, there was a hint of helplessness on his face.

Da Qin still uses bamboo slips now, and he is always short of money.

Almost all of Xiao He's salary was used to buy bamboo slips for writing.

He couldn't afford it for any official in the county, let alone anyone else.

Lin Xuan and Fusu looked at each other and smiled when they heard Xiao He's words.

This scene was clearly seen by Xiao He. Xiao He looked at the two of them and said:
"Young Master and Brother Lin Xuan, what do you two think Xiao He just said is wrong?"

There was a trace of doubt on Xiao He's face. He didn't understand why Lin Xuan and Fusu still had smiles on their faces after hearing his complaints.

"Mr. Xiao He is right. The price of bamboo slips is unaffordable for many scholars."

"Mr. Xiao He, what do you think of this?"

Fusu said, taking out the paper from his sleeve and placing it in front of Xiao He.

Xiao He looked at something similar to brocade cloth, but very white in color.

With a look of confusion on his face, Xiao He felt very light when he picked it up.

"Master Fusu, what is this?"

Xiao He looked at Fusu with a trace of doubt on his face.

"I call this thing paper, and you can write on it."

Fusu said as he walked to another stone table in the garden, holding a pen and ink, and came to Xiao He.

"Mr. Xiao He, you can try writing on paper." Fusu put the pen and ink in front of Xiao He with a smile on his face.

Xiao He had a trace of doubt in his heart, could such a thin paper really be used for writing?

Xiao He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.

Soon Xiao He wrote many words on the paper, and Xiao He's face showed excitement as he wrote.

Soon a piece of paper was filled with writings by Xiao He.

Xiao He put down his pen and looked at the paper full of writing in front of him, with a look of shock on his face.

He felt that he had only written a few words, but he didn't expect that he had already filled the entire paper.

"Sir, writing on this paper is very smooth."

“It’s effortless to write and the handwriting is very good.”

Xiao He said with excitement on his face. There was a huge difference between writing on paper and writing on bamboo slips.

The smoothness of writing on paper is unmatched by bamboo slips, and more handwriting can be written than bamboo slips.

He also wrote on brocade cloth, which was slightly inferior compared to paper.

Xiao He picked up the paper again, folded it several times, and put it into his sleeve.

It is also very convenient to carry, unlike bamboo slips which are not only heavy but cannot be placed in the sleeves.

The piece of paper Fusu took out was beyond the comparison of bamboo slips.

"Mr. Xiao He, do you think it would be better if scholars in Da Qin used paper to write on a daily basis?"

Fusu looked at the excited Xiao He and said with a smile on his face.

Lin Xuan, who was sitting aside, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He knew what Fusu was going to do.

Fusu's performance has been getting better and better during this period.

"Bamboo slips cannot be compared with paper. Readers will have better writing effect on paper."

"But the paper is better than the bamboo slips, and the price will definitely be more expensive."

"Only those scholars with noble family backgrounds can afford to use such paper."

Xiao He said with a trace of unwillingness on his face.

Many scholars can no longer afford bamboo slips, let alone paper that is better than bamboo slips.

Fusu shook his head slightly when he heard Xiao He's words, "Mr. Xiao He, you said it wrong."

"The price of paper is very cheap. You can buy ten sheets of this paper for the price of an ordinary roll of bamboo slips."

"Mr. Xiao He, do you still think that scholars can afford paper?"

With a smile on his face, Fusu looked at Xiao He and told him the price of the paper.

"Snapped!"

Xiao He dropped the wine bottle in his hand and looked at Fusu dumbfounded.

After a while, Xiao He reacted and shook his head.

He felt that he had heard it wrong just now. The price of an ordinary roll of bamboo slips could buy ten pieces of paper.

"Sir, are you kidding me? This paper is so beautiful."

"The writing effect is better than bamboo slips, and the price is so cheap?"

Xiao He said with a look of confusion on his face. He couldn't believe that paper could be so cheap.

"This kind of paper is sold in Xianyang City now. If you don't believe me, sir, you can go to the store in Xianyang City and find out."

Fusu looked at Xiao He and explained.

When Xiao He heard Fusu's words, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. What Fusu said made Xiao He feel it was true.

Paper is so cheap that almost all readers can afford it.

"I never thought that someone could make such paper. It's really amazing."

Xiao He said with a hint of emotion on his face.

He had just experienced the effect of writing on paper, and Xiao He admired people who could make paper.

This was the first time he saw such a good thing when he came to Xianyang City.

"Brother Xiao He, do you want to know who made the paper?"

Fusu looked at Xiao He with a mysterious smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)