At dusk, at night.

Dozens of fast horses rushed out from the four city gates of Xinzheng east, south, west and north.

On the east city gate tower, the man who had sent a letter to Zhang Liang was squeezing the wall bricks and staring at the horse galloping under the city gate.

"Mr. May I have to be a low-ranking position to restrict the travel of the Zhang family?"

Behind him, an officer wearing a black armored stomach clasped his fists and asked for instructions.

The man was called the county magistrate by the officer, and this day was the eighth day after the man came to Xinzheng.

Just eight days after arriving in Xinzheng, the man who became the governor of Xinzheng smiled and shook his head, patted the dust on his sleeves, and turned to the city tower.

“No need.”

"only."

The governor of Xinzheng touched his chin and looked expectant in his eyes.

The young master was afraid that the county magistrate would send troops to target your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the county magistrate of Xinzheng.

I'm not here to limit you, but to let you fully perform.

Zhang Liang, a wise man who has not entered the mansion, please don’t let down the young master’s expectations for you.

In March, you have to last for two months to be worthy of the Wise.

Zhang Family Secret Room.

Zhang Liang's steps were steady and he arrived slowly.

When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang present, they stood up to show respect - since ancient times, the old man has given money.

Zhang Liang had a faint smile on his face, a gentle gentleman, first greeted him a few words of how he had been doing in the past few days, and cared about the daily life of the craftsmen.

A few words made the craftsmen feel warm, and they kept saying that everything was fine in the Zhang family and there was no discomfort.

Zhang Liang nodded.

"That's good. If you have any needs, please tell me. You must do your best to solve the problem for you."

After greetings, Zhang Liang did not pretend to be passing by, but said frankly: "I heard that the officials have made progress on paper. Can you let Liang see what it is?"

When the craftsmen heard this, it was normal that this should have been a part of seeking credit and rewards, but they all showed a hint of embarrassment and hesitated and could not open their mouths when they spoke.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang felt a little disappointed, and it didn't seem like there was progress.

He smiled calmly and said, "Not hindrance, it's less than ten days. It's hard to restore the masters with just one piece of paper. He has a poor conscience and believes that the servant is talking nonsense, so he punishes him."

After saying the words of comfort, Zhang Liang was about to turn around and leave. His stay here would only embarrass the craftsmen.

"Young Master, wait!"

The old craftsman, who was quite prestigious among the craftsmen, reached out and called Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang stood firm and said to the old craftsman gently: "There is something else to do with your father-in-law?"

The old craftsman sighed and looked around the craftsmen present.

"There is indeed progress, please see, young master!"

The old craftsman took out a piece of paper the size of an adult's palm, which was as thin as a cicada's wings under the table.

The surface of the paper is slightly rough when touched with your hands, which is 95% similar to the sample paper except for the color.

Zhang Liang looked closely and quickly stepped forward and rushed to the table.

Touching the paper with his hands, he turned the paper over and over, feeling the weight that he could hardly feel in his hands. Zhang Liang, who had been calm, had a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

"Pen!"

The servant handed the brush dipped in thick ink to Zhang Liang's hand.

Zhang Liang splashed ink and wrote the word "Han" in Korean words on the green paper... The ink stains were condensed but not dispersed, and it was so clear on the green paper that Zhang Liang's face was even more happy.

"Okay, okay, this paper can also be tied to the bird's feet to convey messages!"

Zhang Liang was very happy, but the craftsmen around him looked embarrassed and had no joy.

"I wonder which one of our masters is the work of this paper, how much can it be produced in a day?"

Zhang Liang determined the quality of green paper and immediately cared about the output of green paper.

But no matter how much green paper is produced, Zhang Liang is already very satisfied.

Many can completely replace the horse's message.

Few, that's only used for important information.

Zhang Liang did not consider the cost enough at all.

The items he provided to these craftsmen these days were converted into half a gold number.

The half gold number is a big fortune for ordinary people, and the Zhang family is a big hit in the bucket.

If you exchange half a money for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm, the Zhang family can afford it.

The old craftsman was about to speak, but a tall and big craftsman who was eight feet tall opened his mouth first.

"It's very complicated. I have worked hard for eight days to recover the paper that the young master said. Now the steps are known, and it's not that difficult to make paper.

"If the young master wants to do it, we can make a piece of it in five days. The young master once said that the day the paper is completed, and he gave me a hundred gold. Now that the paper is completed, where is the gold?"

Zhang Liang turned around slightly, looked at the servant behind him with his light, and said, "I'll ask the accountant to get five thousand golds, I want..."

"Damn it!"

Before Zhang Liang could finish his words, the old craftsman raised his white eyebrows and his beard and hair were wide open. He lifted up the crutch in his hand and smashed it at the tall craftsman.

The crutches were swung in the air except for the sound of breaking through the air, which shows that this was not a joke.

Zhang Liang stood beside the old craftsman, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed the old craftsman's wrist and snatched the old craftsman's crutch.

"What does this mean by my father-in-law?"

The old craftsman was panting, first pointing to the tall craftsman in anger, and then pointing to all the craftsmen around him.

Most of the craftsmen who were pointed at by the old man's fingers lowered their heads and their faces were full of embarrassment.

"The face of the craftsman has been lost to you! The contract clearly states that if it can be made of paper, the Zhang family will give me one person a hundred gold. What does this green paper have to do with you? What kind of face do you have to take out five thousand gold..."

The old craftsman was extremely angry and spitted around, scolding all the craftsmen present.

Zhang Liang finally knew the cause and effect while the old man scolded him.

It turned out that this green paper was not done by these craftsmen present, but by a Mohist wanderer who passed by Xinzheng.

It was almost impossible to introduce its manufacturing process through a very small piece of sample paper.

The craftsmen have been studying for several days without any progress. They are frowning at the small piece of sample paper and are in a daze for longer and longer.

A tall craftsman went out to relax and was intercepted and robbed in a small alley by the land scoundrel.

Fortunately, a Mohist rovers passed by and took action to save the tall craftsman.

The tall craftsman survived the disaster and wanted to ask the goat to go to the brothel to repay his kindness, but the goat readily agreed.

The two of them were pushing cups and greeting me, maybe they were drinking so loudly that the Ranger's movements were too big and the object fell from his arms.

When the tall craftsman saw that he was drunk, he immediately reduced his penis by three points. It turned out to be a piece of paper, a piece of paper that was no different from the paper he had seen in the past few days... The tall craftsman immediately asked what green paper was, and he had never seen it before and might give it to him.

Ranger shook his head and refused.

Just when the tall craftsman was lost, the Ranger said that he could not give green paper not because green paper was expensive, but because he was away and had no time or spare time to make paper.

He told Gaoda Craftsman about the materials and production craftsmanship of green paper. After Gaoda Craftsman sent the Ranger away, he came back to inform the craftsmen.

Everyone tried it and actually made green paper.

When the servant saw this scene, he immediately rushed to report to Zhang Liang, and this was the result of the current appearance.

Zhang Liang could hear the raw materials for making green paper from the old craftsman's cursing words, and hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who had not scolded enough, saying, "Can this paper be made of bamboo?"

The old craftsman was still angry, but when facing Zhang Liang, he tried his best to hide his anger on his face and said calmly: "That's right."

“Can there be a limit on the types of bamboo?”

"bamboo."

Bamboo is not expensive, it is very common to plant, and Zhang Liang likes to be in appearance.

Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another good news.

"With the production process given by that ranger, it should not be necessary to make bamboo, such as hemp, bark, solid wood and other things."

Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman with his eyes glowing.

"How sure is the father-in-law?"

"Ninety percent."

"Okay! Then I asked my father-in-law to supervise it. Why hasn't the five thousand gold been delivered yet?"

Just now, Zhang Liang's words were interrupted, and the servant stood there without urging a message for Zhang Liang.

Now that Zhang Liang said this, his lips were trembling when he fought against each other.

"Little, villain, yet, haven't said it yet."

"Then why don't you go!"

"only!"

The old craftsman did not stop him again this time, but waited for the servant to run away in panic and said with a shame: "This is not our contribution. We can't really collect these five thousand golds!"

Zhang Liang asked the old craftsman to come up with a contract, and the old craftsman would do it.

Zhang Liang pointed to the three big words "like paper" written on the contract.

"As long as you can make paper, no matter how it is, the Zhang family will give you one person a hundred gold."
To be continued...