He returned to the City Lord's Mansion from the inn.
In the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.
Chu Fan still hadn't figured out how to use electricity.
It wasn't that the technical conditions didn't allow it, but it was because it was a small, dilapidated city.
Power generation was too extravagant.
Without the corresponding production efficiency, blindly climbing the technological tree would only lead to a great economic depression.
If all the production capacity was used for research and development, the people would starve to death.
Chu Fan could only postpone the matter of electricity.
At night, Sun Cheng was pitch black, and he couldn't even see the road.
Chu Fan returned to the City Lord's Mansion and rummaged through the cabinets.
After searching for a long time.
Finally, he found what he wanted in a dusty corner.
Looking at the treasure in his hand, Chu Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
These three years, he was almost suffocated to death.
She was relying on these little things to live.
In Sun Cheng, anyone who saw the item in Chu Fan's hand would be terrified.
Night fell.
Chu Fan hugged the baby and slept soundly.
The next morning, Chu Fan had just woken up when he saw Lady Zhao standing in the City Hall.
Although she had removed her jewelry and put on a simple green and white lotus dress.
However, being good-looking meant that she could do whatever she wanted.
She looked good no matter how she dressed up.
It was Zhao Ji's first day at work.
Last night, she heard Ying Zheng's description of Chu Fan's marvelous steam engine.
Her heart was in chaos.
She was filled with curiosity towards Chu Fan.
Therefore, she had already followed Chu Fan's instructions and dressed up neatly before arriving at the City Lord's Mansion to wait.
He waited happily for Chu Fan to assign him the first task.
Chu Fan brushed his teeth and threw something to her.
"Go and call Zhao Chu over. I don't have much to do today, so I'll teach you how to play cards.”
Zhao Ji looked at the thing that was thrown at her in confusion.
It was a small wooden box.
When he opened it, he saw that it was filled with neat sheets of hard objects made of unknown materials.
There was a symbol drawn on each of them.
Zhao Ji didn't know what was going on, but she immediately followed Chu Fan's instructions.
She immediately went home, untied Ying Zheng, and brought him to the City Lord's Mansion.
Ying Zheng was still in a daze.
Am I really your biological son?
Chu Fan gave Zhao Ji a deck of poker cards.
For the past three years, whenever Chu Fan couldn't pay his salary, he would use this deck of cards to play an exciting game of Fight the Landlord with the workers.
No one in Sun Cheng could beat Chu Fan.
As time passed, Sun Cheng's men ran away as if they had seen a ghost when they saw Chu Fan take out the deck of cards.
All the streets and alleys were closed, and even Sun Cheng's dog did not dare to bark.
Chu Fan took out the deck of cards.
It was purely to relieve boredom.
When Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, Chu Fan arranged a seat for them.
"Today, I'll teach you how to play cards. This game is profound and profound.”
"Yes, yes!"
Ying Zheng picked up a poker card and placed it in his hand.
A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
This thing again!
How could Ying Zheng not remember that on the first day he came to Sun City, City Lord Sun had taken out such a thing and made his butt blossom.
The material of this card was exactly the same as the money he had seen back then.
"What is this made of?"
Ying Zheng asked carefully.
"This is paper. Yes, it's the same material as the money from last time.”
"Come, come, come. Don't interrupt. It's starting!”
Chu Fan skillfully shuffled the cards and dealt them.
Concubine Zhao and Ying Zheng were both confused.
"Paper?"
"It can be used to write and draw, and it's so light?”
Ying Zheng was stunned.
Was this another f * cking divine item?
Chu Fan had indeed used paper to make this deck of poker cards.
It was very easy to make ordinary linen paper.
Soak the leaves and bark in water and add lime to boil them.
Then, he ground it into a rice paste and brushed it on the curtain layer by layer before drying it.
It was made into light yellow linen paper.
Chu Fan wasn't proficient in making paper, so he could only make linen paper that was barely usable.
Fortunately, there was not much demand in the city, so he made do with it.
However, in Ying Zheng's eyes…
This was another rare object.
What was paper?
Ying Zheng had never heard of it.
Something that could be used to record words and draw pictures.
Most of the Warring States Period used bamboo slips and wooden slips, as well as cotton and silk.
However, these things were either extremely cumbersome.
Otherwise, it would be ridiculously expensive.
Therefore, writing was a privilege only the nobles had.
The poor were basically illiterate.
Ying Zheng immediately thought of the crux of the problem.
"Is this paper cheap?"
Chu Fan was in a good mood after getting a good hand.
"Cheap? Of course it's cheap. It's basically free."
Ying Zheng was so excited that he almost stood up.
"Is that true?"
"D * mn it, why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go to the latrine pit and take a look. We Sun Cheng people use this to wipe our asses.”
"What is it? Wipe your ass?"
"You!"
Ying Zheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He really did not know if City Lord Sun was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
Could it be that he couldn't see how precious this piece of paper was?
Ying Zheng's eyes shone brightly.
This small piece of linen paper was enough to change the entire future.
It was not just Great Qin, but also the world's blessing.
If the paper was promoted, it would definitely leave its name in history.
This City Lord Sun was actually used to wipe his ass!
"It's a heaven-sent treasure! It's a heaven-sent treasure!"
Ying Zheng almost wanted to rush into the latrine.
Save these poor papers.
However, he resisted the urge.
Chu Fan looked at Ying Zheng, who was stroking the paper in a daze.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she muttered something.
F * ck.
Was he possessed?
Are we still playing cards?
Are you still playing Fight the Landlord?
"Three versus three! I'm the landlord!"
Chu Fan threw out two cards.
Only then did Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao pick up their own cards and start playing.
Fight the Landlord was actually very simple.
Chu Fan led them around for two or three rounds, and they had basically mastered the skill.
Ying Zheng finally understood after two or three rounds.
This was actually a gambling tool.
F * ck, using paper to make gambling equipment, could you be any more unreliable!
However, this game was quite interesting.
Soon, Ying Zheng thought he had grasped the gist.
"I have already learned everything. There is no need to teach me anymore. Let's start officially!”
Chu Fan rolled his eyes at Ying Zheng.
Why was this child so confident?
"You've learned it, right? Then let's get the money directly.”
"Money?"
Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Fang, who shook her head with a troubled expression.
They had escaped from danger, and the money for staying in the inn was the salary that Chu Fan had given to Zhao Ji in advance.
Where did the money come from?
In the past, no one dared to ask them for money!
"What if I don't have money?"
"It's fine if you don't have money. Just write an IOU!”
Many people had bet with Sun Cheng on Fight the Landlord, but in the end, he had to work for Chu Fan for several lifetimes.
"I won't charge you any interest on the IOU. Just work for me when you grow up. How about that?”
The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth suddenly rose.
"Then what if you lose?"
Chu Fan raised his head and glanced at Ying Zheng.
Interesting.
"If I lose, I'll give you whatever you like. How about it?”
Ying Zheng slapped the table.
He had been waiting for this sentence!
"Good!"
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