The mad prince of Da Qin was given a marriage to the Yin Yang family at the beginning

Fusu explained to everyone for nearly half an hour, and all the ministers of the DPRK were amazed.

"Father Emperor, the specific matters can be discussed by the group of ministers."

Huan Zheng nodded and said, "Fusu, this time you went to Baiyue, I haven't had time to reward it, I don't know what reward you want." "

Is any reward okay?"

Ying Zheng was slightly stunned.

Any reward?

The throne of Xuan....

It's a little early for you.

"Father and the Emperor requested that the collected books be handed over to the children."

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed, just leave it to him to deal with? Don't you go back?

This should be what he really thinks.

His own imperial order has been given, and if he takes it back, won't he be very faceless.

Fusu explained: "Father, the sons and daughters heard that the books of the sons and daughters were collected, and then the sons and daughters personally came to destroy them, right? "

Hmm!"

"Sons and daughters have a way to kill two birds with one stone."

"What way?"

"The books were destroyed by the children themselves, but not now."

"When was that?"

Fusu counted the time and said, "A year later, the children destroyed these books in front of the whole world. "Good

!"

Ying Zheng readily agreed.

He knew that Fusu wanted to use this year to think of a remedy.

Instead of destroying these books, he was looking forward to what methods Fusu would use to remedy them.

After the scattering of the dynasty, Fusu first came to the salt making department to check their proficiency in salt making.

"Husband, fine salt has been made nearly 100,000 catties."

Fusu nodded and said: "Salt making is not the goal, the use of technology is what they should do, and these people alone are far from being able to meet the needs of salt."

Lianyi explains, "A total of 3,400 people from the Salt Creation Division participated, and now everyone is already proficient.

"Let them be skilled for a few more days, and then I will propose to the emperor that they go to the counties and be responsible for helping the salt making division there."

Fusu inspected here for a while, and then returned to the East Palace with Lianyi and Hua Ying.

The three of them found a place to sit down, Fu Su looked at Hua Ying, and said, "Hua Ying Hall Master, I have already inquired clearly about Brother Ling's affairs.

"And where is he?"

"He is now controlled by the Star Soul, and should be imprisoned in the residence of the Star Soul, and when the busy two days are over, I will personally go to find the Star Soul, but you can't act privately, otherwise things will be troublesome, with your little strength, it is not the opponent of the Star Soul at all."

"Thank you Your Highness for reminding!"

Fusu asked Lianyi to accompany Hua Ying to talk, and he came to Xiaomeng's residence.

This time, Yingzheng sent people to confiscate the teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and although Taoism was not affected, Yingzheng wanted to let himself do it himself.

Although he has a way to deal with it, he also has to let Xiaomeng have a mental preparation.

Seeing Xiaomeng meditating, Fusu was not in a hurry.

The maid found a pen and ink, and then took a notebook, wrote and drew on it.

Although bamboo tablets can be stored for a long time, they are too bulky and extremely difficult to write.

He spent the next year making paper.

Replace the bamboo sticks with paper, and then copy the contents of those bamboo sticks and burn them.

In this way, it will not refute the face of the government, but also give an explanation to all the sons and daughters.

Fusu wrote more than a dozen bamboo sketches before sorting out the method of making paper.

If you write it on paper, it's only a dozen pages.

Although it is not very detailed, but the general process, he can write it down, and then slowly try it when the time comes.

"Nuomin!"

"Your Highness, what is calling me?"

Nuo Min, who was guarding outside the door, walked in cautiously.

"Let Ah Yan send some peasant disciples to the nearby mountains, cut down some fresh sandalwood trees, and then collect some clean straw."

"No!"

"Husband, what are you doing?"

It was here that Xiaomeng's meditation ended.

Came to Fusu and sat down, looking at the scrolls in front of Fusu.

What Fusu wrote, she didn't understand a sentence.

Mainly Fusu is written in simplified characters.

She sorted out the bamboo Jian, then fell into Fusu's arms, and said softly: "Fujun, where the Taoist is, I want to choose an heir." "

Huh?"

Fusu looked surprised, what did he choose an heir for?

How long have you been in charge before you want to leave the stall behind?

"Okay, let our son inherit!"

"When he is born, I'm afraid I'm going crazy!"

"Is there something wrong within the sect?"

"Confucianism, Moism, and famous scholars have come to us Taoists one after another, wanting to seek our refuge."

Fusu frowned, this is a dangerous thing.

Once he let Ying Zheng know that the Taoists are helping these sects, I am afraid that there will be trouble again.

"Rejected them and let them come to me."

"Nope!"

"Why?"

Fusu looked at Xiaomeng suspiciously.

"It's going to be more troublesome."

It's okay to annoy her alone, if Fusu is busy and has no free time, the princes in this house will not eat her.

"I was about to explain to you the matter of collecting the teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and in the future, the Taoist speech doctrines should not be spread outside the sect, and we will talk about it after this period of time."

"I've already commanded it down."

Ying Zheng looked at her name and gave Taoist face.

Nor is she an ignorant person.

He believed that Fusu would be able to handle this matter well.

Those sects that came to seek refuge, she also reminded in place, wait and see for the time being, do not give birth to cholera, otherwise, once angered by the government, they will definitely be destroyed.

"Husband, what are you writing here?"

Fusu spread out one and explained to her: "This is how paper is made. "

Paper?"

Xiaomengxiu frowned slightly, what is this thing?

Why can Fusu always come up with such a strange thing.