The first ones to bring the white paper back to the Central Plains from the Southern Wilderness were those powerful caravans who had traveled all over the world. They bought the white paper in Chudu and heard that the cost of making white paper was not high and that it could be produced in large quantities in the Xidu.
After the supply, the savvy businessmen quickly sensed the huge business opportunities contained in it.
As a result, countless big businessmen came to find their backers with blank papers.
A few days later, shortly after Yao Yun returned to Xi Kingdom, the paper traveled thousands of miles to the imperial capital of Zhuxia Dynasty, and quietly appeared in front of the Emperor Mu.
The emperor, Emperor Mu, has just finished his examination and is quite satisfied with his cultivation. Emperor Qi, who is only eighteen years old, has attained the level of third-level Fengbo realm. Looking at all the young emperor descendants in Xia, no one can surpass him.
This is because the emperor, Emperor Mu, deliberately asked him to slow down his cultivation in order to sharpen his temperament. Otherwise, he might have already begun to attack the fourth-level feudal realm at this time.
The ministers of all the Xia who accompanied him praised him, saying that the emperor's son Qi was like his father, and he would surely be astonishingly talented and famous in the Xia in the future.
Even Di Mu, who was strict in educating his son, could not find many faults with Emperor Qi's Qi-refining practice and leading troops in battle, but there was not much joy on his face.
The emperor's son cannot become the emperor. This is the unspoken rule of all the princes in the Xia Dynasty. Although the emperor's son Qi showed super martial arts talent at a young age, in the end he still had to confederate a country and become a prince.
For the princes, personal cultivation of military force is very important, but the most important thing is the ability to govern the country. If they can govern the country well, they and their descendants will have the opportunity to continue to compete for the princes of Zhuxia.
Just like the previous generation of emperor Xuan, his talents and talents were equally astonishing, but after all, he lacked the ability to dance well and failed to govern the country well even after the country was closed. As a result, the Youxi family, which was once famous all over the world, gradually declined and became mediocre.
Di Mu was a person who knew how to learn lessons very well. With the examples of Emperor Di Xi and Emperor Zixuan right in front of him, he became more and more concerned about the training of his son.
The true pride of Zhu Xia is the blossoming of both civil and martial arts. No matter whether the emperor's son can sit on the throne of Zhu Xia's son in the future, his lineage will always be prominent.
In this way, even if he ascends to heaven in the future, he can feel relieved.
Emperor Mu was preparing to take the exam to teach his son how to govern the country, but soon something the attendant presented attracted the attention of Emperor Emperor Mu.
Emperor Mu pointed at a stack of square objects as thin as leaves, as white as snow, on his desk and asked: "Emperor, what is this?"
The emperor's son replied: "Father, this thing is called paper. It has the same effect as bamboo slips and silk books. It is used to record text. However, this paper is thin and light. Compared with bamboo slips, silk books are much easier to use."
Emperor Dimu suddenly became interested, and picked up a stack of papers on the slip. As soon as he got it in his hand, Emperor Dimu let out a light sigh, and his eyes were full of excitement.
"It is indeed very light and thin. I didn't expect that there are hundreds of sheets in this small stack in my hand. Well, Kai, is this paper easy to use?"
The emperor's son Qi spit out without thinking: "It's easy to use, very easy to use. Father, please take good care of it."
After saying this, Emperor Ziqi took out a piece of paper and spread it on the table. He then dipped his pen and ink on the paper and wrote four words: "Nei Sheng Wai Bo" in Chinese characters "Zhu Xia".
Emperor Mu looked at the four large characters on the white paper with clear ink, long and powerful strokes, and a sense of vigor and vitality between the lines. He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He didn't know whether he was satisfied with the paper or with this.
Good handwriting.
"Emperor, what is the inner saint and the outer uncle?" Emperor Mu's heart moved, and he wanted to test Emperor Qi in the school.
The reason why the emperor's son Qi wrote these four words was naturally to answer his father's exam homework. These four words were his understanding of governing the country.
"Father, the inner saint is the monarch who implements good governance in his own country, educates the people, governs the country with benevolence, and allows the people to live and work in peace and contentment. A monarch who can do this is a saint. Father and the emperors of all generations are all saints.
, showing kindness to the world and benefiting all living beings, this is the inner saint.”
Emperor Dimu was noncommittal and just listened carefully. However, Emperor Dimu nodded slightly and it could be seen that he was quite satisfied with Emperor Ziqi's understanding.
"What is a foreign uncle?" Emperor Mu asked again.
Although the emperor's son Qi is young, he has a calmness and confidence that ordinary young people do not have. Even when facing his father Di Mu, who is all over the world, he does not have much timidity and continues:
"Uncle, hegemony. Our Xia Dynasty has a vast territory and rich products, which has attracted the attention and coveting of barbarians from all over. They are ambitious. We should deal with uncivilized people like the Eastern Yi, Northern Di, Western Rong and Southern Barbarians with hegemony. Is it the king's territory in the world?"
, I am the king's minister who leads the land. If you barbarians dare to disobey, they will lead an army to attack. Those who obey me will prosper and those who rebel against me will perish. We will stop the war with weapons..."
When he talked about the crusade against the barbarians from all directions, the young emperor's son Qi's face glowed brightly, and his words were eloquent. At first, it was just a general description, but later it became more and more detailed. If your father lends me three thousand tigers to fight for, your sons and ministers will inevitably
The barbarians were slaughtered until they were devastated.
The emperor, Emperor Mu, listened with interest at first, but as he listened, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Okay, emperor, I'm going to test you on how to govern the country today. I'm not asking you to lead troops to fight. Huh, if you don't manage the country well, you
How to raise troops from all over the world?"
Emperor Ziqi secretly hated himself for speaking smoothly and not keeping his mouth shut. He lowered his head in frustration, as if he had done something wrong.
Emperor Mu shook his head helplessly, and then his eyes fell on the white paper on the document, and then he asked softly: "Where does this paper come from, how much does it cost, and how much is it produced?"
The emperor's son Qi Mo nodded and said: "Father, this white paper is presented to me by my retainer. I don't know that this is a trivial matter. I will ask my retainer to come over and ask questions right away..."
The emperor, Emperor Mu, shook his head again, somewhat hating that iron cannot become steel: "Humph! This piece of white paper is not a trivial matter. If I am not mistaken, this thing can be replaced with bamboo slips and silk books in the future. It is an important tool for governing the country. What can I do?
Little things!”
The emperor's son Qi was naturally good at leading troops to fight, but he didn't have much interest in governing the country. He didn't pay much attention to paper before. Now that he heard his father's reprimand, he was surprised and aggrieved.
Not long after, the emperor's retainers, Feng Feng Huohuo, came to see the saint and reported back to the emperor.
The emperor's son Qi: "Tell my father the origin of the white paper. Where did this paper come from? How much did it cost and how much was it produced?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the white paper comes from the Southern Wilderness countries. It is said to be produced in the small border country of Xi. King Xi once said that paper is cheap and has a large output. Compared with silk books, bamboo slips are much easier to use. Now, countries in the south are turning to Xi.
The country buys paper.”
"Xi State? Is there a country established by the descendants of the Xi family?" Emperor Ziqi blurted out, but as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. He was very familiar with this Xi State. In the past six months, his father always mentioned that there was a Xi family named Yao.
Yun taught him a lesson.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Emperor Mu looked at Emperor Qi sternly and snorted: "Look at Yao Yun of the Xi family, who governs the country well. Not only did he produce iron tools and cattle farming, but now he also produced
Got this paper..."
The emperor's son Qi had a bitter look on his face, and his eyes were full of resentment. You, Yao Yun of the Xi family, have tricked my son to death.