"Is this paper?"
Ying Zheng was holding a copy of Qin Law in his hands, on which the fragrance of ink still lingered.
As he touched the exquisite book, his hands started to tremble.
In front of him was a tall stack of Qin's laws.
Every book was meticulously bound with thread.
On the black cover, there were two large golden words, Qin Lv.
The handwriting on each book was exactly the same.
For this reason, Ying Zheng even specially watched the entire process of making paper and printing.
At this moment, he was extremely excited.
The birth of paper made him sigh. A mere mortal object could actually turn something rotten into something magical.
He understood the principle of printing at a glance.
There were not many words in this world.
He only needed to carve out all the words and make them into a matrix.
Then, they would sort the sentences according to the order of the article and print them.
If it was broken, he would change the matrix.
"It's really as Zhang Luo said, incomparably fast.”
Ying Zheng held the Qin Law in his hand for a long time, unwilling to put it down. His eyes shone brightly.
With paper and printing.
I want to print the laws of Qin into the hands of all the people in the world.
Every household must have one.
It was also a divine weapon against the Hundred Schools of Philosophy!
No wonder Zhang Luo didn't care about the Hundred Schools of Philosophy at all.
Writing on paper and writing on bamboo slips were two completely different worlds.
The words on a bamboo slip might only take up half a piece of paper.
In the end, all the scholars in the world would choose the convenient and easy paper.
If the Hundred Schools of Thought that were recorded in bamboo slips were unwilling to submit to Great Qin, they would gradually die out.
Moreover, this piece of paper might set off a new round of debate!
With paper, Great Qin's literary fortune would definitely flourish.
"Hah!"
Ying Zheng laughed heartily.
The anger he had suffered during the previous patrol had all dissipated at this moment.
"Black Dragon!"
"Your subject is here!"
As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, a man with an extremely cold expression appeared behind him.
This was the most mysterious leader of the Black Ice Platform.
Black Dragon, Commandant of the Bureau.
"General Shao Fu, Black Ice Platform will send 50 people in. Anyone who covets this place, kill!”
" There are abnormalities. Kill them!"
"Anyone who divulges the secret, kill!"
The three of them showed Ying Zheng's determination.
Paper and printing, before Ying Zheng planned to completely open up the world.
He absolutely could not let anyone control these two things.
At present, Ying Zheng had decided that only the Great Qin government could use the paper.
Or as a reward.
Or limited supply to the people.
The printing of books required the approval of the royal court and was supplied according to the quantity.
"Yes!" The black dragon immediately knelt down.
Still holding the Qin Law in his hand, Ying Zheng turned around and left.
She was still worried after getting into the carriage.
"Send another 500 soldiers to guard this place day and night.”
"Without Zhen's or Zhang Luo's warrant, no one is allowed to enter.”
……
……
At noon.
Zhang Luo didn't get up and leave immediately.
It wasn't that he loved his job and had nothing to do, so he still stayed in the Internal Affairs Office.
Someone was looking for him.
Lieutenant Li Xin.
The division of labor for the internal history was clear, and the most important thing was still the calculation.
But to Zhang Luo, this was nothing.
Other people used counting sticks to calculate for more than an hour, but he took a few glances and quickly calculated in his mind.
Moreover, it was exactly the same.
Everyone in the Internal Historian Residence prostrated themselves in front of Zhang Luo.
Zhang Luo decided to do some calculations.
He was going to do it today, but Li Xin came to find him.
"Greetings, Minister Zhang."
The gloomy Li Xin cupped his hands towards Zhang Luo.
He had a good impression of Zhang Luo.
Moreover, he was able to take out the God Arm Crossbow and make the First Emperor look at him in a different light. He was definitely not someone without ability.
"General Li, what brings you here?"
Li Xin heard this and cupped his hands again,"Under His Majesty's orders, we need funds from the national treasury to manufacture 10,000 Divine Arm Crossbows."”
"What? Your Majesty, have you seen the God Arm Crossbow?"
Zhang Luo looked at Li Xin.
This guy still looked depressed and didn't have much reaction or interest in anything.
It seemed that the shadow of that defeat was still affecting him.
"Yes, I took one into the palace today and gave it to His Majesty.”Li Xin nodded," After His Majesty tried it out, he was very appreciative and ordered me to make 10,000 first.”
"Haha, that's good." Zhang Luo was also satisfied.
"But isn't ten thousand too little? Why don't we build 50,000?"
Zhang Luo said with sparkling eyes.
Li Xin's expression froze.
" This…But His Majesty only said 10,000. Moreover, if we build 50,000, will the internal history's treasury…"
Zhang Luo waved his hand.
He was very heroic.
"It's fine, it's fine. I just collected all the land taxes and oral taxes in the country today. I have money!”
If I don't spend money, how can I draw?
Moreover, this was not a waste.
If there was money to be spent, there was profit to be made.
Zhang Luo did not panic at all.
When Li Xin saw Zhang Luo's appearance, he was stunned.
The rumors outside that Zhang Shangqing was extremely generous were true.
The internal history of Zisu was in charge of the national treasury. Wasn't it always the Taotie who ate in big mouthfuls and spat out cherries in small mouthfuls?
Now, it was the other way around?
......
......
, evaluation votes.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]