It was a very coarse linen paper.
When Chu Jun was bored, he would write Zhengzi on it to record the time.
The island was rich in resources.
Chu Jun had nothing to do, so he soaked the tree bark and leaves in water and boiled them with lime.
After pounding the mortar, pouring the material into the curtain, covering the curtain to press the paper, and drying it over the fire, it formed this very rough linen paper.
It was so painful to wipe his butt.
However, after rubbing it, it could still be used.
It was better than using the leaves directly.
His paper-making method was actually very crude and crude, and he was not very proficient in these things.
In addition, he didn't have much demand, so he just casually made some.
However, in the eyes of Great Qin's three leaders, this was a rare item!
What was paper?
Never heard of it!
Now, most of them still used bamboo slips, wooden slips, or silk books.
Silk books were recorded on white silk.
It could be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period.
But…silk was too expensive!
Not to mention ordinary families, even the nobles might not be able to afford it!
With cheap paper, more people in the world could read.
Only then could they break the monopoly of the aristocrats in the court.
Only then could more talents enter the royal court.
Bamboo slips were cheaper than silk books, but it was not something that ordinary people could afford.
Moreover, it was very stable when carried!
Every time he engraved a book, he would waste a lot of time.
"This paper…what is it for?"
"I'm writing."
"Write?"
"F * ck…Is your memory loss that serious?”
Chu Jun felt helpless.
He casually took the ink that he had prepared earlier.
Then, he took a tree branch as a pen and quickly wrote on it.
Because the linen paper was rough, the ink could easily seep in.
Chu Jun's handwriting was not nice to begin with, and it made him look even uglier.
Old Zhao!
Old Meng!
Old Wang!
100 per person!
"Come, press your fingerprint."
At this moment, the three of them were dumbfounded.
"This…this…this…"
Meng Yi was so shocked that he pulled out a few strands of his beard.
He swallowed his saliva.
In this era, brushes, millstones, and inkstones already existed.
The only thing he didn't use was paper. He used expensive silk.
As a High Official of Great Qin, he knew how important this piece of linen paper was!
It was even comparable to rice and potatoes!
With linen paper, he could get rid of the cumbersome bamboo slips and expensive silk!
What replaced it was this piece of paper!
"Is this paper…expensive?"
Qin Shihuang was still relatively calm. He stared at Chu Jun with his bright eyes.
“……”
If they were outside, Chu Jun would definitely hammer these three brainless people to death!
Is paper expensive?
What expensive!
In the outside world, a good piece of white paper might only cost more than ten yuan.
Thinking about it, these three were all people with brain problems, so Chu Jun couldn't be bothered to argue with them.
"It's very cheap. It basically doesn't cost much."
"Young man…are you serious?!”
Meng Yi stood up excitedly.
Chu Jun spread out his hands." Aren't you talking nonsense? Hey, there are still dozens of pounds in the toilet to wipe your butt. If you want it, I'll give it to you.”
" Wipe…wipe your ass?!"
"You!"
Meng Yi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
To him, this small piece of linen paper was enough to change the future!
The scholars who would benefit Great Qin for thousands of years!
Becoming a Saint on the spot was not a problem!
This kid was using it to wipe his ass?
"What a waste! What a waste!"
Meng Yi stopped playing mahjong.
Shaking his head, he rushed into the toilet.
Regretfully, he saved the linen paper.
He had already decided that he would hug these linen papers to sleep!
"Smells good!"
"Very fragrant!"
"Your Majesty, smell it. This linen paper has a unique fragrance!”
“……”
Chu Jun wondered what kind of fragrance these papers would have if they were placed in the latrine.
Qin Shihuang couldn't care less about the money he owed as he caressed the sheets of linen paper.
He couldn't bear to let it go!
"Young man, how did you make this paper?”
"You guys press your fingerprints first. After that, we'll talk while we fight.”
Chu Jun was anxious.
Damn it!
Are we still playing mahjong?
Chu Jun felt that if he stayed with these people for a few more days, he would also become a lunatic!
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