Three Kingdoms: Cao Cao visited the thatched cottage three times at the beginning and asked me to come out of the mountain.
2 Mysterious Mr. Shen

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The few of them surrounded the waterwheel and looked at it for a long time.

Xun Yu was in a hurry and went to the toilet.

The two girls who followed him went to play in the river.

Cao Cao saw an old farmer plowing the land and walked over.

In war, food was actually what they fought for.

Thus, Cao Cao was extremely concerned about farming.

Every time he went to a place, he asked about farming.

"Old man, you've worked hard!"

Cao Cao smiled and greeted the old farmer who was plowing the fields.

"How can it not be hard for a peasant to plow the fields?" The old farmer replied with a smile.”

"However, I feel much better now!"

"It's all thanks to Mister Little Shen that he helped us build the Immortal Plow.”

The old farmer patted the plow handle and said proudly.

Guo Jia couldn't help but laugh.

The people in the countryside did not have much knowledge.

The plow of the land dared to be associated with immortals?

"You don't believe me?"

Guo Jia's expression infuriated the old farmer.

"In the past, it would take a whole day for a laborer and a cow to plow one mu of land.”

"Now, we only need two hours. Don't you think it's divine?”

The old farmer's words shocked Cao Cao.

He shifted his gaze to the plow shaft.

At a glance, he could tell that the plow used by the old farmer was obviously different from the ones he had seen before.

Cao Cao asked again,"Is this Immortal Plow really made by Mister Shen?"”

The old farmer replied,"Not only this immortal plow, but also that divine water chariot, they were all made by him." Little Mr. Shen has a delicate heart!”

Cao Cao and Guo Jia looked at each other.

Their eyes were filled with shock and surprise.

Compared to the plows used in farming, the immortal plow was several times more energy-efficient.

Moreover, from the structure of the plow, it could be seen that it was easier to forge.

If it was popularized, as the efficiency of plowing increased, it would save several times the manpower and animal power.

At the same time, they could also open up more wasteland and grow more food.

With food, they would have the capital to fight for the world.

A treasure!

The value of the Immortal Plow.

It was definitely not inferior to the Divine Water Chariot!

The most important weapon of the country!

It was another national treasure that could benefit thousands of generations!

These two things.

It was enough to see that Young Shen was not some crazy student.

Instead, he was an extraordinary person who hid in the mountains and rivers!

"Where is Mr. Shen?"

Cao Cao couldn't wait to see Mister Shen.

"That's the one who was singing just now!" the old farmer said.”

"Let's go and visit this expert who lives in seclusion here!”

Cao Cao tidied his clothes and walked over.

Suddenly!

A scream came from the toilet.

Then, he saw Xun Yu running out of the toilet in a hurry with his pants up.

Cao Cao, Guo Jia, and Dian Wei were dumbfounded.

Xun Yu of Yingchuan County is a person of great importance to Wang Zuo. He is handsome and elegant.

No matter what, he was always mature and prudent, and his actions were elegant.

Now, he actually disregarded his image.

It was simply an insult to elegance, making one's eyes pop out!

"Mr. Wen Ruo, your pants!" Guo Jia laughed.”

Xun Yu's face turned red and he hurriedly tidied his clothes.

Then he raised his hand and said excitedly,"My lord, look, look at this!”

In his hand, he was tightly clutching a few yellowed pieces of paper.

Paper?

Xun Wenruo, what haven't you seen?

A piece of paper made you so excited that you didn't even wear your pants?

Cao Cao took the paper and looked at it for a while.

Soon, he saw some clues from the paper.

"This paper is actually made of bamboo!”

Cao Cao's mouth was wide open, his face filled with disbelief.

The smile on Guo Jia's face froze.

Only Dian Wei was confused.

He was a boorish old man, so he really didn't understand what was so special about bamboo paper.

Cao Cao and Guo Jia knew what it meant to use bamboo to make paper.

In fact, China had the art of making paper a long time ago.

The first paper was made from cocoons.

The manufacturing cost of such paper was high.

The quality of the paper was not high, and it was difficult to make it popular.

During the reign of Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty, eunuch Cai Lun used bark, hemp head and fish net as raw materials to make paper and improved the art of making paper.

However, this kind of paper-making technique was complicated and the cost was extremely high.

Therefore, even now, paper was still an extremely luxurious item.

Sometimes, even the emperor's edict was still written on bamboo slips.

In this small valley.

He actually saw paper made of bamboo.

Bamboo!

They were everywhere.

Using bamboo to make paper, the cost was almost negligible.

With this method of making paper, even commoners could afford to use paper.

Once it was promoted, it would bring about a huge change!

No wonder Cao Cao and the others were so shocked.

To their surprise, these papers were actually placed in the toilet.

Its use was self-evident…to wipe that!

"What happened?"

A man who was working in the fields hurried over.

"Shen Xuan, Mister Shen!"

Dian Man happily went forward.

"He is that Mister Shen?"

Cao Cao narrowed his eyes as he sized up the newcomer.

He was in his early twenties.

He had handsome features.

Her hair was disheveled over her shoulders.

He was wearing a strange short shirt and shorts.

She was wearing a pair of straw sandals that were covered in mud.

Cao Cao felt that this Mister Shen was somewhat out of place in this world.

However, he also had an aloof and unrestrained temperament.

Cao Cao's gaze landed on Mister Shen's chest and his pupils constricted.

On the clothes, there were four big words: It was rare to be muddle-headed!

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