The next day, Zhao Yan slept until the sun was high in the sky before he leisurely got up.
After eating some breakfast, he opened the door of the clinic.
However, when she opened the door, she was shocked by the three people standing outside.
"Mr. Zhao, you finally opened the door!”
Wang Jian was a little excited and wanted to hold Zhao Yan's hand.
Early in the morning, Ying Zheng brought him and Xia Wuqi to the entrance of the medical hall.
In the end, they waited and waited, but the door did not open.
It was already late in the morning when there was finally movement.
Zhao Yan choked and said,"Ah, please come in."”
"My clinic doesn't usually open this early.”
It meant that it was still early today.
The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched.
This little mister was very capable, but wasn't he a little lazy?
However, it was fine. Many capable people had some strange habits.
The three of them entered the clinic, and Ying Zheng took a look around.
The clinic was not big. There was a consultation table on the right and a medicine cabinet on the left.
There was a door at the back.
This little mister should be living there.
Xia Wuqi, who was seeing Zhao Yan for the first time, was also looking around curiously.
Yesterday, His Majesty said that he would come to a place today, but in the end, he came to such a small medical hall.
Could it be that there was a medical expert hiding here?
This young man was the disciple of that medical expert?
As the First Emperor's imperial physician, Xia Wuqi naturally had some real skills.
He could vaguely guess why the First Emperor had brought him here.
"Who wants to go first?"
Wang Jian stepped forward first. He cupped his hands toward Zhao Yan with some respect and said,"Please give me the medicine, Mister."
Xia Wuqie frowned and looked at Marquis Wucheng.
Marquis Wucheng was being so respectful to a little brat.
And from the tone of this young man, he was the one who treated the patient?
How could such a young and tender youth shoulder the heavy responsibility of treating the sick and saving the dead?
It seemed that His Majesty wanted him to keep an eye on him!
Xia Wuqie's eyes widened as he looked at Zhao Yan like a searchlight.
Zhao Yan lowered his head and flipped through it, taking out a piece of paper and laying it flat on the table.
"What is this?"
Wang Jian cried out in surprise, attracting the attention of Ying Zheng and Xia Wuqi.
"This is the paper I made myself," Zhao Yan said calmly.”
"Today, you are lucky to see linen paper that no one else has ever seen before.”
"I'll give you a prescription now. Take it back and boil it before washing your eyes with the medicine.”
"It'll be fine after seven days of continuous washing."
Before the Qin Dynasty, writing was usually done by ghostwriters.
Later on, General Meng Tian invented the writing brush, and many noble families began to use the brush to write.
It was usually written on bamboo slips, wooden slips, or cloth.
It was really troublesome to record things on bamboo slips.
Moreover, the cost was too expensive, and there were not many things that could be written.
As for cloth…
If it was used for writing, it would be even more expensive!
Zhao Yan already had knowledge about paper making in his mind.
He experimented with it a few times and then went to customize the tools.
It was only last month that the paper could be mass-produced.
As for the piece of paper in Zhao Yan's hand, it was something he had tried to make before.
It was rough, but the writing was still passable.
Zhao Yan picked up the brush and quickly wrote on it.
They didn't know what paper was.
However, when he saw Zhao Yan's actions and the black words on the white paper.
This scene could be said to be a feast for the eyes!
What else was there that he didn't know?
This paper could be used for writing!
How many words could such a small piece of paper write?
Moreover, it was light and convenient to carry.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but praise in his heart.
He just didn't know how much it would cost!
The three of them surrounded Zhao Yan and looked at him, all of them clicking their tongues in wonder.
Even the First Emperor had never used something he had never seen before, but this young man had taken it out.
Wang Jian swallowed his saliva.
With this writing paper, he could abandon the heavy bamboo slips or expensive cloth!
"This paper…Where did you get it from?" he asked.”
Zhao Yan was still able to answer as he wrote.
"I made this earlier for fun.”
"It's still very rough, but there should be good paper available this month.”
"This paper…What is the cost of making it?" asked Ying Zheng.”
This Zhao Yan had indeed done some research.
He wrote the last two words and started chatting with them while waiting for Mo Gan.
"An ordinary bamboo scroll of similar size would cost about 3 coins.”
He compared it to the paper." There's so much paper. The cost is about five yuan.”
Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the thin paper on the table, then at the thickness that Zhao Yan had drawn out.
"Several hundred?"
"About a hundred?" Zhao Yan thought for a moment and said.”
Even the imperial physician Xia Wuqie's eyes widened in shock. He was so shocked that he forgot the purpose of his trip.
Since the cost was so low, it meant that the cost of books would also drop!
That meant that there were more people in the world who could read!
Only when there were more people studying in the world would there be more talents pouring into the imperial court!
Only then could they break the situation where the scholar-bureaucrats monopolized the court!
Only then would Great Qin become truly powerful!
Great Qin did not lack generals!
But they lacked talent! They lacked talents who knew how to read and manage!
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Ying Zheng asked,""Sir, why didn't you report this divine item to the Imperial Court?”
"This is great merit! It's a matter that will benefit the people for thousands of years!"
"Zhen…I really have to quickly inform the county magistrate of this matter!”
He was a little incoherent…
Zhao Yan glanced at them.
He thought to himself that although these people looked like nobles, they were actually quite kind-hearted.
Many nobles were proud of their status and looked down on ordinary people.
There were indeed very few nobles who truly cared for the people like them.
Zhao Yan had lived here for three years and had seen many nobles.
This time, his impression of them became even better.
However…
"Well…I actually went to the county magistrate of Liquan County last month.”
"Then what should we do? You didn't show him this paper? Tell me the use of this paper?" Wang Jian hurriedly asked.
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched.
"Yes, he even praised my handwriting.”
"What? Just this?" The three of them were dumbfounded.
Zhao Yan smiled helplessly.
"I won't wake up early if there's no benefit."
"The county magistrate said that he wanted me to hand over the recipe and he wanted to take most of the credit.”
"I didn't agree."
"Isn't this the end of it?"
After hearing Zhao Yan's words, the three of them felt a wave of anger in their hearts.
Ying Zheng did not expect that it was in Liquan County, which was only half a day's journey from Xianyang.
Such a dirty thing could actually happen!
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