Ying Zheng was a little confused. He felt like he couldn't keep up with Meng Fan's train of thought.
He hadn't even said anything yet. How could this kid think of him as a member of the Zhao Kingdom and even think that he wanted to rebel?
As an emperor, it was too absurd to create his own rebellion…
But at the same time, Ying Zheng was also a little happy.
Even though he loved money, he was able to control himself and not be blinded by money. He only cared about Great Qin.
What did he say? This iron smelting craft is only dedicated to me!
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh,""Little friend, it's true that my surname is Zhao, but that doesn't mean that I'm a member of the State of Zhao.”
"The Great Qin royal family?" Meng Fan paused." You?"
Sensing his questioning gaze, Ying Zheng did not know what to say.
Meng Fan rolled his eyes." Stop bragging. Why don't you just say you're the emperor?" What royal family? Which royal family member in the world couldn't afford to pay?”
Ying Zheng wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.
It was better to expose his identity later. He wanted to see how many more surprises Meng Fan could bring him.
Fortunately, she did not dwell on the identity issue with him and changed the topic."Young friend, please lend me your brush and ink. I will write a letter to my family and the money will be sent over immediately.”
"Tsk." Meng Fan heard this and entered the room again to retrieve the brush and ink.
To him, as long as Old Zhao didn't mess around, it didn't matter if he bragged to him or not.
Anyway, as long as he kept his promise and paid back the money he owed him, then used his connections to introduce him to the court, Meng Fan was confident that he could continue on his own.
Even if Old Zhao's connections were unreliable, he could plant sweet potatoes for a few more months and wait for the next harvest.
What Meng Fan wanted from Ying Zheng was money!
Although money was not omnipotent, money could make the world go round. With enough money, many of his ideas could be implemented.
For example, the development of gunpowder. The raw materials for these things needed to be bought with money.
Therefore, he didn't mind providing Old Zhao with some ideas to make money and get a share of the profits.
If Meng Fan hadn't transmigrated as a commoner, he wouldn't have acted like this. Wasn't his operation perfect?
The key was that he didn't have a foundation. For example, to hoard food, he first had to have capital and manpower, right? However, he did not have any of these, so he could only find someone to cooperate with.
Fortunately, although Old Zhao and Old Wang were a little mysterious and their specific identities were not clear for the time being, they seemed to be quite reliable.
They didn't look like poor people.
He temporarily positioned the two as partners, coming up with ideas himself, then letting them operate, and giving him some of the money he earned. Meng Fan was satisfied.
Seeing Meng Fan enter the house, the two sitting in the yard began to discuss in low voices.
"Your Majesty, this child's talent is not low! If he was properly nurtured, he would definitely be of great use in the future!”Wang Jian said to Ying Zheng in a suppressed voice.
Ying Zheng nodded lightly. How could he not see Meng Fan's talent?
Just the sweet potato and iron weapons were enough to move him.
Coupled with Meng Fan's military talent and flexible economic mind, he was even more astounded.
"Doesn't that sweet potato need a month to ripen?”Ying Zheng replied," Let's wait and see. I want to see with my own eyes whether the yield of sweet potatoes is true!”
"Could it be that we're really going to wait here for a month?" Then Xianyang…"
Ying Zheng knew what he was worried about, so he continued,""I want to see what else this kid can do. There's no need to worry about Xianyang. I'll send a letter later and Old General will send someone to send it back to Xianyang.”
Seeing that Ying Zheng was determined to continue testing Meng Fan, Wang Jian could only give up.
"Alright, I'll try to contact the Black Ice Platform later.”
Moments later, Meng Fan walked out with a pen and paper.
He handed the Xuan paper in his hand to Ying Zheng's desk and said,""Here, write it."
Looking at the white paper in front of him, Ying Zheng was puzzled,""What is this? Don't you have any bamboo slips at home?"
Meng Fan chuckled." You don't understand?" This was called Xuan paper. It was much more convenient to use than bamboo slips. Not only was it light and thin, but the production cost was also lower. It also felt good to use.”
"Can you write on it?" Ying Zheng picked up one and carefully examined it.
In his opinion, the Xuan paper was so thin that it would break with a poke. It would not be able to withstand the pressure of the pen.
" Come, I'll write it for you." Meng Fan took the paper from his hand, dipped the brush in a bit of ink, and started writing.
A moment later, he left his name on the white paper.
Ying Zheng clicked his tongue in wonder. The paper in front of him wasn't pierced by the tip of the pen as he had expected, but instead bore the word " Meng Fan " perfectly.
Compared to the original thick bamboo scroll, the difference was immediately apparent.
"Little friend, did you just say that the cost of making this Xuan paper is cheaper than bamboo slips?”Ying Zheng asked.
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