Meng Fan's face was full of caution." I can't teach you how to make Xuan paper!"”
"I just wanted to ask." Ying Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Meng Fan's reaction made it seem like he was plotting against this kid's skills.
When I lay my cards on the table, won't you have to hand over all these things? Ying Zheng thought to himself.
He was already looking forward to revealing his identity to Meng Fan.
There was a reason why Meng Fan didn't want to reveal the method to make Xuan paper.
The appearance of Xuan paper had a huge impact on the world's situation.
The first to bear the brunt were the aristocratic families and aristocratic families.
Thinking about it carefully, why was it that in the long river of history, those who could pass down their names to future generations were all people with prominent families?
And even if they weren't good enough, when their families fell, these people had been glorious for a few generations.
It was because these aristocratic families had blocked the spread of knowledge to a certain extent.
Ordinary civilians had no access to knowledge that could change their fate.
In addition, carrying words required a physical object. Take the heavy bamboo slips for example. The price of a roll of bamboo slips was enough for an ordinary person to live for a few days, and a roll of bamboo slips could only carry hundreds of words, barely recording an article.
It would take at least dozens of books to record a complete book.
Therefore, the idiom of being well-educated was not an exaggeration.
The blockade of the nobles, coupled with the high price of obtaining knowledge, made it even more difficult for the commoners to make a comeback.
Once the paper making technique appeared and spread, it would be able to break this seal to a certain extent.
The cheapness of paper meant that the cost of transmission would be reduced. Once the cost of transmission was reduced, civilians would have more opportunities to obtain knowledge.
However, the interests of the nobles would be harmed.
Only their descendants had been able to inherit knowledge and become officials. This path was completely monopolized.
The appearance of paper indirectly interrupted this monopoly.
Therefore, once the art of making paper was invented, it would inevitably be strongly resisted by the aristocratic group.
Meng Fan didn't want to be targeted. He wanted to live a few more years.
Therefore, in his opinion, only by handing over the paper-making technique to Brother Zheng and letting Brother Zheng operate it could he suppress the dissatisfaction of the nobles.
It had to be said that the Ancestral Dragon was quite powerful. After Great Qin unified the world, it gathered 120,000 wealthy families in Xianyang. These people did not even dare to say a word, yet they still obediently moved over.
How dare he not move? If you don't move, I'll raid your house the next day!
Such an operation was impossible in any dynasty, and only in the Qin Dynasty, under the First Emperor Ying Zheng, could it be achieved.
After the unification, Brother Zheng had been patrolling the world to intimidate the remaining forces of the Six Nations that were hiding in the dark.
Although they had encountered a few assassinations along the way, as long as Brother Zheng did not die, those people would not dare to act rashly.
This was the might of the Ancestral Dragon!
After hearing Ying Zheng's explanation, Meng Fan let down his guard and said,""Yes, the cost of making a roll of bamboo slips is enough for me to make a thick stack of rice paper.”
Meng Fan raised his hand and pinched, gesturing in front of Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was even more shocked. The Xuan paper in his hand was very thin, and Meng Fan's gesture had at least a hundred pieces!
Moreover, Xuan paper was different from bamboo slips. Bamboo slips could only be written on bamboo slips, while Xuan paper could be written on all sides.
The number of words that a piece of Xuan paper could hold was already more than the number of words on a bamboo slip. Wouldn't it be heaven-defying if there were a hundred of them?
As the emperor, Ying Zheng naturally knew what the appearance of paper meant.
As the ruler of the empire, unlike the noble forces, Ying Zheng very much hoped to see more talented scholars emerge from Great Qin for his own use.
This way, it would be easier to govern the country.
He also knew that once this paper-making technique was popularized, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the aristocratic forces.
Thinking about it carefully, Ying Zheng understood why Meng Fan didn't want to teach him the art of making paper, even though he was disguised as a merchant.
He thought to himself that this kid was thinking too far ahead! He also saw through the problem very thoroughly!
As expected of the talent I fancy!
What Meng Fan didn't know was that at this moment, his image in Ying Zheng's heart had improved a lot.
" Okay, okay, hurry up and write." Meng Fan picked up another piece of paper and placed it in front of Ying Zheng. He also handed him the brush in his hand." It's getting late. I'm starving. I'll go in and cook."”
"Hehe, Old Zhao, Old Wang, I'll let you have a taste of my cooking later. When the time comes, you'll feel that the food and accommodation fees are worth it!”Meng Fan chuckled and turned to enter the house.
Looking at his back, Ying Zheng smiled and shook his head helplessly.
He had almost forgotten his identity as an emperor when he was with this kid.
Everyone in Xianyang Palace was afraid of him, and it had been a long time since Ying Zheng had experienced this kind of friendship.
As for Meng Fan's craftsmanship, Ying Zheng wasn't looking forward to it.
To him, what delicacies had he not eaten before?
After sorting out his thoughts, Ying Zheng picked up his brush and started writing.
Very soon, a large piece of writing fell onto the Xuan paper. Ying Zheng put down his brush and nodded in satisfaction.
The feeling of writing on Xuan paper was very different from writing on bamboo slips. Ying Zheng liked it very much, and unconsciously wrote a lot more nonsense.
After the words had dried, Ying Zheng rolled up the paper and handed it to Wang Jian,""Old General, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip and deliver this letter.”
"This…" Wang Jian, who took the paper, hesitated. Right now, there was only him and Ying Zheng. If he left, Ying Zheng would be the only one left besides Meng Fan. He had to think about Ying Zheng's safety.
Ying Zheng patted the back of his hand and said with a smile,""Don't worry, I still owe this kid money. This kid will definitely protect me!”
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