Dozens of fast horses rushed out from the east, south, west and north gates of Xinzheng respectively.
On the upper floor of the east city gate, the man who had sent a letter to Zhang Liang was picking up the wall bricks and calmly watching the horses galloping under the city gate.
"Master County Sheriff, do you want to humble yourself and restrict the Zhang family's travel?"
Behind him, an officer wearing black armor cupped his fists and asked for instructions.
The man was called a county guard by the officer. This day was the eighth day since the man came to Xinzheng.
The man who had just arrived in Xinzheng eight days ago and became the governor of Xinzheng County smiled and shook his head, patted the dust on his sleeves, turned around and walked down the tower.
"No need."
"only."
The Xinzheng County Sheriff touched his chin, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
The young master was afraid that the previous governor would send troops to target your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the governor of Xinzheng County.
I am not here to restrict you, but to allow you to fully develop.
You are called a wise man before entering the palace, Zhang Liang, please don’t live up to the young master’s expectations of you.
In the three-month period, you have to last two months to be worthy of the title of wise man.
Zhang family secret room.
Zhang Liang's steps were steady and he arrived unhurriedly.
When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang's arrival, they all stood up to show their respect - since ancient times, it was the uncle who gave money.
Zhang Liang had a light smile on his face, he was a gentle gentleman and gentle as jade. He first asked a few questions about how the princes were doing these days, and asked about the daily life of the craftsmen.
A few words made the craftsmen's hearts warm, and they repeatedly said 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 and I will try my best to solve them for you."
After greetings, Zhang Liang did not pretend to be passing by by chance, but said frankly: "I heard that you have made progress on paper, can you let Liang Yi take a look at it?"
When the craftsmen heard this, they all showed a trace of embarrassment, and they all showed a trace of embarrassment, speaking hesitantly and unable to open their mouths.
When Zhang Liang saw this, he felt a little disappointed. It didn't look like there was any progress.
He smiled faintly and said: "It's okay, it's not even ten days. It's as difficult as trying to restore the princes with just a piece of paper. It's because of my poor conscience that I actually believed the nonsense of the servant. It's easy for me to do this."
Punish him."
After saying his words of comfort, Zhang Liang turned around and left. His staying here would only embarrass the craftsmen.
"Sir, wait a minute!"
The old craftsman, who was quite prestigious among the craftsmen, stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang stopped and said gently to the old craftsman: "Is there anything else, old man?"
The old craftsman sighed and looked around at the craftsmen present.
"There is indeed progress, sir, please take a look!"
The old craftsman took out a piece of paper from under the table, the size of an adult's palm, light green, and as thin as a cicada's wings.
The surface is slightly rough when you touch it with your hands, but it is 95% similar to the sample paper except for the color.
Zhang Liang took a closer look and quickly stepped forward and threw himself on the table.
Touching the paper with his hand, he turned the paper over and over, feeling the almost imperceptible weight in his hand. Zhang Liang, who had always been calm, had surprise gleaming in his eyes.
"Pen!"
The servant handed the brush dipped in thick ink into Zhang Liang's hand.
Zhang Liang splashed ink and wrote the word "Han" in Korean characters on the green paper.
The ink stains were solid but not scattered, so clear on the green paper that Zhang Liang's face became even more joyful.
"Okay, okay, this paper can also be tied to a bird's feet to send messages!"
Zhang Liang was in high spirits, but the craftsmen around him all had sarcastic looks on their faces, showing no joy.
"I don't know who made it. This paper craft is very complicated. How much can be produced in one day?"
Zhang Liang determined the quality of green paper and immediately became concerned about the production of green paper.
But no matter whether the green paper production is more or less, Zhang Liang is already very satisfied.
There are many, and it can completely replace the horse to report the message.
If it is less, it will only be used for important information.
Zhang Liang did not consider the cost issue at all.
The items he has provided to these craftsmen these days are half a gold worth when converted into money.
The amount of half gold is a huge fortune for ordinary people, but for the Zhang family, it is just a drop in the bucket.
The Zhang family can afford to exchange half a piece of money for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm.
When the old craftsman was about to speak, a tall craftsman, eight feet tall, spoke first.
"It's very complicated. I spent the past eight days working hard to restore the paper you mentioned. Now that the steps are known, making paper is not that difficult.
"If you want it, Master, we can work together to make one in five days. Master once said that when the paper is completed, he will give each of us a hundred gold. Now that the paper is completed, where is the gold?"
Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at the servant behind him with his peripheral vision, and said: "Ask the accountant to bring five thousand gold. I want..."
"Asshole!"
The old craftsman didn't wait for Zhang Liang to finish speaking. His white eyebrows stood up straight and his beard and hair were spread out. He picked up the crutch in his hand and smashed it at the tall craftsman.
The cane was swung in the air without making any noise, which showed that this was no joke.
Zhang Liang stood next to the old craftsman. With quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed the wrist of the old craftsman's crutch and snatched the crutch from the old craftsman's hand.
"What do you mean, old man?"
The old craftsman was panting. He first pointed at the tall craftsman angrily, and then pointed at all the craftsmen around him.
Most of the craftsmen who were pointed out by the old man lowered their heads, their faces full of embarrassment.
"You, the craftsmen, have lost all your face! The contract clearly states that if we can imitate the paper, the Zhang family will give each of us a hundred gold. What does this green paper have to do with you? Why do you have the face to ask the Zhang family to take it?
Offer five thousand gold..."
The old craftsman was extremely angry, spittle flew everywhere, and cursed all the craftsmen present.
Zhang Liang finally understood the cause and effect while the old man was scolding him.
It turns out that the green paper was not made by the craftsmen present, but by a Mohist knight who passed by Xinzheng.
It was almost impossible in ancient times to deduce the manufacturing process from a very small sample paper.
The craftsmen studied for several days, but made no progress. They frowned at the small piece of sample paper and spent more and more time in a daze.
The tall craftsman went out to relax and was intercepted and robbed by land scoundrels in a small alley.
Fortunately, a Mohist knight passed by and acted righteously, saving the tall craftsman.
The tall craftsman, who was still alive after the disaster, asked the knight to go to the brothel to repay his kindness, and the knight readily agreed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The two of them exchanged cups and toasted each other. Maybe he was drunk, but the ranger moved too much and an object fell from his arms.
When the tall craftsman took a look, his drunkenness was reduced by three points. It was actually a piece of paper, a piece of paper that was no different from the papers he had looked at in the past few days except for the color.
The tall craftsman immediately asked what the green paper was. He had never seen it before and might have given it to him.
The ranger shook his head and refused.
Just when the tall craftsman was lost, the knight said that he could not give green paper as a gift not because green paper was expensive, but because he was away from home and had no time and leisure to make paper.
He told Craftsman Gao about the materials and techniques for making green paper. Craftsman Gao sent the Ranger away and came back to inform the other craftsmen.
Everyone tried it and actually made green paper.
When the servant saw this scene, he immediately rushed to report it to Zhang Liang, which led to what happened now.
From the cursing words of the old craftsman, Zhang Liang understood that green paper is a raw material for making green paper. He hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who had not cursed enough and said, "Can this paper be made of bamboo?"
The old craftsman was still angry, but when facing Zhang Liang of the Zhang family, he still tried his best to hide the anger on his face and said as calmly as possible: "Of course."
“Are there any restrictions on the types of bamboo?”
"bamboo."
Moso bamboo is not an expensive bamboo, and its cultivation is very common. Zhang Liang was very happy with it.
Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another piece of good news.
"With the craftsmanship given by the ranger, you don't need moso bamboo, but other materials such as hemp, bark, and solid wood can also be used."
Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman, his eyes shining.
"How sure are you, husband?"
"Ninety percent."
"Okay! Then I'll ask my father-in-law to supervise everything we do here. Why haven't the five thousand gold been delivered yet?"
Zhang Liang's words were interrupted just now, and the servant just stood there without delivering a message to Zhang Liang.
Now when Zhang Liang said this, his legs trembled and his lips trembled.
"Little, little man, I haven't said anything yet."
"Then go quickly!"
"only!"
The old craftsman did not stop him this time, but waited for the servant to run away in a panic and said with a look of shame on his face: "This is not our fault. We can't really collect these five thousand gold!"
Zhang Liang asked the old craftsman to take out the contract, and the old craftsman did so.
Zhang Liang pointed to the three characters "imitation paper" written on the contract.
"As long as you can imitate paper, no matter how you imitate it, the Zhang family will give you a hundred gold coins as a gift."
The old craftsman was moved to tears and fell to the ground.
"I'm ashamed of myself!"
Soon, the hundred gold distributed by the Zhang family fell into each craftsman's bag.
Zhang Liang urged the craftsmen to work hard and produce paper quickly, and then left here.
The cracking of the paper means that the intelligence information has been greatly updated, which means that the time for Zhang Liang to obtain the information has been increased tenfold, and it means that Zhang Liang has to rearrange many things.
The craftsmen counted their hundreds of gold over and over again, feeling as if they were moving in a dream.
"Please remember, don't play tricks in front of such a giant as the Zhang family! Although a hundred gold is good, you have to live to spend it!"
Seeing everyone's expressions of excitement, the old craftsman slapped his cane hard and warned them sternly.
After being reminded by the old craftsman, all the craftsmen realized that they had just walked around the gate of hell, and they were all so frightened that they broke into cold sweats.
This was especially true for the tall craftsman who brought back the green paper making technique and lied to Zhang Liang. He looked as if he had been lifted out of the water.
If the old craftsman had not stopped him just now, he would have deceived Zhang Liang, which would be equivalent to deceiving the Zhang family.
In Korea, if commoners like them dared to deceive the Zhang family, they would die without knowing how.
Han Di, Yiyang.
There are dozens of pedestrians on a street, constantly going in and out of various shops.
This street is home to liquor stores, brothels, and inns, and a large number of outsiders gather there.
Lu Buwei sat in the carriage and asked the driver to stop the carriage outside Lu's Inn and wait quietly.
After a while, a ranger wearing Mohist attire came out and knocked on Lu Buwei's carriage.
"merchant?"
Lu Buwei opened the curtain of the car, exposing his face to the ranger's sight.
The ranger was relieved and boarded the carriage.
After entering the carriage, the ranger was stunned.
"Your Majesty, General Lu Gong has also been sent here? Is this matter of Han land so important?"
Lu Goujian, who looked like an ordinary old man, smiled kindly.
"Gou Jian is also very surprised that you can come. You are the most cautious among the Mohist giants that Gou Jian knows."
"Mr. Lu is joking. I'm not good at fighting, so I can only be cautious on weekdays. But with Gong Lu by my side, I can sit back and relax during this trip to Korea."
Lu Buwei laughed out loud when he heard the ranger say that he was not good at fighting.
"Of all the schools of thought, your Mohist family is the most capable of fighting."
"The one who can fight is Chu Mo. I am from Qin Mo. What I am good at is manufacturing and research, not the bravery of an ordinary man."
Since the death of Mozi, the founder and the first tycoon, the Mohist family was divided into three.
One branch joined the Qi Dynasty, inherited the culture of the Mohist family, and was as good at eloquence as the famous masters and strategists, and was known as Qi Mohism in the world.
One of them entered the Qin Dynasty and inherited the Mohist's mechanism skills and manufacturing skills. They were the heroes behind the Qin State's weapons leading the other six countries, and were known as Qin Mo in the world.
One branch entered Chu, inherited the spirit of the Mohist family, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, acted chivalrously and acted righteously, and became a knight with strong martial arts, known as Chu Mo in the world.
The three inks have been doing their own thing for hundreds of years.
"A Chu Mo who wears a ranger uniform, but thinks of himself as Qin Mo. If your Majesty hears these words, he will definitely regret helping you unify the three Mo and achieve your status as a giant."
Lu Buwei said with a smile.
If his words spread, it will definitely cause a big earthquake in the world.
The three Mohists actually merged again to form the Mohist school, and the Mohist school unexpectedly reappeared as a giant. The Mohist school, which was once known as a prominent school in the world along with Confucianism, has come to light again.
"There's nothing good about being a tycoon. There are so many things to take care of that I don't even have time for manufacturing and research."
"You truly deserve the nickname scientist."
Lu Buwei said with a bitter smile.
Sometimes he envied scientists, why they only wanted to do research when they had so much power.
Qin Mo, Qi Mo, and Chu Mo combined into one Mohist family, this force is extremely powerful.
Historically, in addition to military strategists, Mohism was a brave and practical doctrine that truly participated in the wars between princes and decided the outcome of the battle.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In one sentence, you can understand how powerful the Mohist family is. The Mohist family has its own private army that can fight.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I have already been to Xinzheng and passed on the papermaking technology. Your Majesty said that I will focus on you when I come to Korea this time. So Lu Gong, what are my plans next?"
"Why don't you ask me why you passed on the papermaking technology to Zhang Liang?"
"I'm not interested. I just hope that you, Mr. Lu, will be less playful. Don't be dilly-dallying like your Majesty. Xianyang's firearms technology has not yet made a breakthrough."
"Don't worry, I will deal with Han Di as quickly as possible. The fish has been hooked. You are here just in time, and the speed can be accelerated a lot..."
The carriage drove slowly until it disappeared into the street.
On the streets of Yiyang, in a few days, there were more than twenty blacksmith shops.
…
Outside Xianyang City.
After interrogating the driver who had been with Wei Liao for a long time, Ying Chengyu didn't ask anything.
It's not that Ying Chengyu couldn't knock the driver's mouth open, but that the driver really didn't know where Wei Liao had gone.
"Your Majesty, how should I deal with it?"
"Let it go, let it go."
Ying Chengyu said impatiently, anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.
Wei Liao was not blocked, which made Ying Chengxuan very unhappy.
"Everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother."
All the secret guards saluted Ying Chengyu with clasped fists and left one after another.
Ying Chengzhen looked at the people who were sleeping soundly. He was still shivering at the sight of those around him, and the extremely frightened driver said: "Wake them all up. Wei Liao comes back and tells Wei Liao that he has won this game." From Xianyang
After joining Kuaiji, it was such a long distance, so I played with him slowly."
At this time, Wei Liao, whom Ying Cheng was looking for, was walking in Xianyang Palace under the guidance of Zhao Gao.
A group of Langguan passed by holding torches and saw the two of them.
The leader showed an apologetic expression to Zhao Gao and said firmly: "Password!"
"war."
"Farewell, Lord Che Fu Ling."
A group of Lang officers passed by Zhao Gao and left. Their formation was complete and they were marching well.
The warmth of the flames passed by the two of them.
The mercury is pouring down the ground, and the hazy night makes the originally clear world no longer so clear.
Good and evil are one, yin and yang intersect.
Two people who looked at each other in disgust in the past may be able to live happily together.
"Are there any white pigeons?"
Wei Liao stood behind Zhao Gao and said in words that only Zhao Gao could hear.
"have."
Zhao Gao replied calmly, his voice could only be heard by Wei Liao behind him.
Zhao Gao's answer was quick.
There is no time for surprise, hesitation, or thinking.
"You can let go, I should have been attacked by now."
This time, Zhao Gao did not respond immediately, but after walking for more than ten steps, he said: "I'm sure of it."
Wei Liao's white beard on his chin twitched slightly, and he said softly: "Ten percent, I've never calculated a mistake."
"good."
The two continued walking.
In the dark of night, it's hard to tell whether it's a human or a ghost.
Ganquan Palace, sleeping palace.
Queen Mother Zhao and Zhao Ji, who had already gone to bed, suddenly felt someone intruding.
She opened her eyes, pulled off the clothes on her shoulders, exposed her delicate collarbone, lifted the curtain, and looked down seductively.
As soon as she passed by, she immediately broke through, silently pulled back her clothes on her shoulders, sat upright, and said majestically: "Why is it you?"
A girl with an armored face and a white dove in her hand.