As Wang Ting spoke to the old man, he roughly understood the current situation. Of course, he lied about his illness and said that he probably hit his head and got a mental disorder, so he didn't remember anything in the past.
It was now the third year of Light and Harmony (Year 178 was the first year of Light and Harmony). The emperor was Liu Hong, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty. He was now in Wuling County, Jingzhou, which was located in the middle of the eight states of the world: Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Yu. The highest-ranking officer here was Liu Biao, whom he had heard of in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The original surname of the village was Wang, and the rest were outsiders who had fled here.
The person he possessed was called Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng's parents had died early. When he was young, a scholar in distress lived here, so he recruited a few spiritual children from the village to teach.
Wang Ting was the smartest and most studious student, so the teacher named him Wang Sheng. He was 15 years old this year. He hadn't reached the age of 16 yet. In ancient times, the age of 16 was the age of 16.
Although this place was poor, the people relied on the mountains to survive. They relied on hunting to survive. They also raised some chickens in their houses and could barely make ends meet.
Since he had come to a different world, he should live a more exciting life.
Thinking of this, Wang Ting came to the stream and looked down at the leather bag that his soul was in. It was not very pretty, but it was a little thin. He washed his face by the stream and threw himself into the water. When he turned around, he realized that Wang Tong was still looking at him from afar.
"Brother Tong," Wang Ting waved at Wang Tong and sat down with him on a relatively flat rock by the stream.
"Tongdi, tell me, which villagers in our village have craftsmanship?”
"Brother Wang Sheng, most people in our village can shoot arrows. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hunt for food. There was also Uncle Wang who knew how to weave wood blue. There was nothing else. Right, Uncle Zhao knows how to make wine in the west, but we don't have so much millet here.”
At night, Wang Ting lay quietly on his bed. His head still hurt a little. However, the problem was not big. According to his previous life's experience, it would be fine in another ten days to half a month.
Money! It seemed that money was the most important thing in life in any era.
This Wang Sheng had nothing. It seemed that it was not easy to change his life. He thought about how he knew it in his previous life, but he didn't need it here.
In his previous life, Wang Ting grew up in a village in Dezhou, Shandong Province. After fifteen or sixteen years of hard work, he graduated from university and worked. After accumulating the initial capital of a trading company, he looked at a construction company. Other than these, he really did not know anything else. However, he saw that the company needed to receive customers frequently, so he often accompanied them on trips. He knew a lot about public relations.
But how could he use technology to make money in this environment?
Sigh, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't fall asleep. She sat up.
He vaguely saw the bamboo slips on the square table. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Paper! I can make paper! He had learned the principle of making paper in school, and he had also seen how Xuan paper was made by hand on CCTV.
Making paper was nothing more than fermenting, steaming, and other procedures to obtain pulp. Then, using a very fine square sieve to drain the water in the pulp to form paper. It was decided. The raw materials were inexhaustible. Ha, Han Dynasty, Zhonghe three years, Liu Hong. Although he had already returned the history to his teacher, he had liked listening to the Three Kingdoms of Shan Tianfang since he was young. He had also watched the television version of the Three Kingdoms, so he still had a general understanding of the Three Kingdoms. Thinking that he could still be in the same world as the historical figures he liked, such as Guan Yu, Zhao Yun, and Zhuge Liang, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
As for whether paper could earn him the first bucket of gold in the creation of the world, Wang Ting had thought about it for a long time. He knew that Cai Lun of the Eastern Han Dynasty had already invented hemp paper. However, it shouldn't be a big problem. The apocalypse was chaotic. Firstly, no one had the time to study and improve the art of making paper. Secondly, even if there were, they would be expensive and not very practical.
It was probably a matter of the Tang and Song Dynasties to make practical paper. Although the paper he made would definitely be very good, it should be much better than the paper made by his ancestors.
It seemed that people had gains and losses. Three Kingdoms, oh Three Kingdoms! Wang Ting, oh Wang Ting! No, it should be Wang Sheng! What kind of position and life could a person who was more than a thousand years ahead of this dynasty have? Why don't we also establish a country and try to be an emperor? There are three palaces and six courtyards, and seventy-two women!
Hah! Wang Ting laughed when he thought of this. However, looking at Wang Sheng's situation, it was better to change his current life first. Those could only be imagined.
It had been more than 1,800 years. Unknowingly, the era in front of them had become the spiritual support of countless people.
Yes, it had been 1,800 years since he came to the Jian 'an Era, where the emperor went with the feather fan and the scarf! Sometimes, I would feel that I was unlucky. As the saying goes," I can dream of a different world, but I hate being born in a different world." I couldn't look up to the person I respected with my own eyes, nor could I listen to Liang Fu's song with my own ears...
But sometimes, I also felt that I was extremely lucky. Because I had come to this era, I could at least witness this legend that had lasted for 1,800 years. Furthermore, I could continue to sing it piously. Perhaps I could even abandon my original life and create my own history.
He lay in bed for a few more days. Because Wang Ting was not feeling well hunting in the mountains, Wang Tong would occasionally bring him some food. On the fifth day, Wang Ting came to the house of the old man who had visited him last time. The old man's name was Wang Rui, and he was from the same clan as Wang Sheng. In terms of seniority, he was Wang Sheng's grandfather and the current patriarch of the Wang family.
"Grandfather, I'm almost done. Thank you and all the uncles for taking care of me.”As he spoke, he cupped his fists and bowed. Wang Ting could not accept the ancient kneeling ceremony, so he could only use the lowest waist curve to express it.
"Sheng 'er, there's no need to be so polite. It's good that you've fully recovered. In the future, you should do what Teacher left for you well so that you can gain the recognition of the officials and gain fame for my Wang Clan.”
"Grandfather, it's not necessary to give birth to a child. However, although I've encountered this calamity, I didn't gain nothing. Today, I met an immortal in my dream and told me that if the heavens want to give great things to someone, they must first work their muscles and bones, starve their bodies, and refine their nature. However, the immortal said in his dream that chaos was coming and gave me some methods from heaven to improve my village so that it could live in peace in the chaos. Therefore, I told my grandfather and hoped that he could help me.”Wang Ting knew that the ancients believed in immortals and said that in order to gain trust.
"Sheng 'er, did you say that there was such a thing?”
"Grandfather, how would I dare to lie to you? If you don't believe me, I can try to cook the food I saw in my dream for grandfather.”
Wang Ting had learned in the past few days that the rice in the Three Kingdoms was mainly cooked. There was no copying in the future. Stir-frying should have become popular in the Song and Ming Dynasties. The rest was simple. Wang Ting found some mushrooms grown in the mountains. He used a knife to cut off the fat of a wild rabbit that was drying in front of the house. Then, he boiled the fat in a pot and made a simple mushroom dish. Although there were no onions, ginger, and other ingredients, and the pot was not the same as the pot used in the future, it still fundamentally changed the cooking method and taste of the dishes.
"Good, wonderful. The expenditure of immortals is really different from that of the mortal world.”
Wang Sheng's grandfather ate carefully and chewed slowly. His eyes were gradually filled with tears.
"I didn't expect that I would eat an immortal's dish in my life. When the others come back from hunting in the mountains, they can taste it. How can I enjoy such delicious food alone?”
Seeing his grandfather's performance, Wang Ting was delighted. It seemed that he had succeeded in his first step. It was far better than Uncle Zhao Benshan's skit.
"Sheng 'er, which immortal taught you some other methods? Tell me, our clan will definitely help you with all our strength.”
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