On the execution ground.
Ying Zheng finished reading the sentences of Zhao Gao and Li Si.
He looked at Zhao Gao and Li Si with his bright eyes."
"Do you have any objections?"
Zhao Gao howled in grief while kowtowing crazily to Ying Zheng,"
"Your Majesty, I beg you. I don't want to be dismembered. Just kill me, just kill me.”
Ling Chi was what the people called "a thousand cuts."
When executing the death penalty, the flesh on the person's body had to be cut off bit by bit.
Although Zhao Gao had never experienced that kind of pain before, he had already fallen into endless fear.
On the other side, Li Si.
On the contrary, his expression was calm.
It was as if he had already determined his fate.
Ying Zheng ignored Zhao Gao's pleas and said calmly,"
"Begin the execution."
The executioner first walked to Zhao Gao's side.
Shua!
The first cut, the first cut, cut through the chest.
The second cut was the biceps.
The third cut, cut the meat on the thigh.
The fourth cut was from the arm to the elbow.
......
Slowly.
Zhao Gao lay on the ground, his mouth slightly open as he let out a soundless wail.
The execution time was very long.
Especially when Ying Zheng instructed the executioner to cut as many times as possible.
Therefore, he left after watching a few slashes.
Ying Zheng sat in the carriage.
"To the General's Mansion."
The general's residence was basically filled with the Mo family and some other craftsmen.
This time, Ying Zheng went to the General's Mansion.
He wanted these craftsmen to try to create paper and movable type printing first.
I'm going to build a mansion.
Ying Zheng got off the carriage and slowly walked in.
"Who dares to barge into the General's Mansion? Your Majesty?"
The chief steward of the General Manor, the General Manor Lord, quickly walked forward and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Your Majesty, why have you suddenly arrived? Sorry for not welcoming you."
Ying Zheng waved his hand and said,"
"I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. Go and gather the best craftsmen in the General's Mansion.
I have a few techniques here. Let's see if you can create them.”
General Shao Fu patted his chest confidently.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Every craftsman in our General's Mansion is the best in Xianyang City.”
Not long after.
"Your Majesty, there are a total of 1,200 craftsmen in the General Mansion.”
The young general led a large group of people and walked up to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng took out two bamboo slips from his bosom.
One of them recorded the art of making paper.
The other one recorded the manufacturing method of movable type printing.
These two bamboo slips were inscribed from the Encyclopedic Knowledge Encyclopedia.
The young general carefully took the two bamboo slips from Ying Zheng's hands.
With a serious face, Ying Zheng said to the young general,"
"These two bamboo slips record the manufacturing method of paper and movable type printing.”
"This is the key to Great Qin's prosperity.”
"So, I hope that you can study them thoroughly and create them as soon as possible, understand?”
"If you can figure out all of them within a hundred days and create them, then you will be able to use them as tools.”
"Then I will reward you with three thousand taels of gold. As the young general, you will be promoted to a rank.”
The way of an emperor was to use both grace and force.
As an emperor through the ages, Ying Zheng naturally knew this very well.
Holding the two bamboo slips in his hands, the young general replied seriously,
"I will not disappoint Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng nodded and left the General's Mansion.
Sitting in the carriage, he fell into deep thought.
Movable-type printing was relatively simple.
Ying Zheng estimated that it would only take him three to five days to build a mansion.
However…
Paper making was not that simple.
A normal paper-making process included eight steps, such as chopping bamboo, rinsing the pond, boiling, and so on.
If all these steps were completed, it would take about a hundred days.
"However, since we have paper, we naturally need pen and ink.”
"If I remember correctly, General Meng Tian once invented a tool called a writing brush?”
"A brush dipped in ink and a piece of white paper, what a perfect match.”
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.
Not long after.
The carriage slowly came to a stop.
The new Zhongche Prefecture Magistrate pulled the reins and said,
"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Zhangtai Palace."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly and said to him,"
"Inform General Meng Tian that I have something to discuss with him.”
"Here."
Ying Zheng walked into Zhangtai Palace.
This was the place where he dealt with his daily affairs.
Although Xianyang Palace was the main palace.
However, unless it was a large-scale event or court meeting, he was basically at Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Zheng sat in front of the desk, looking at the pile of memorials, which almost piled up into a small mountain, and rubbed his temples helplessly.
"It's been too long since I've dealt with government affairs. I didn't expect these memorials to pile up into a small mountain.”
He picked up a jade carving knife from the table.
He began a day of reading memorials.
Suddenly.
A eunuch whispered into Ying Zheng's ear,"
"Your Majesty, General Meng Tian has arrived."
"Oh? Has General Meng arrived? Summon him for an audience."
Ying Zheng put down the carving knife in his hand and mumbled,"
"After learning immortal cultivation from Master, even the speed of reading memorials has increased by a lot.”
Meng Tian walked in calmly and cupped her hands."
"Your Majesty, have you helped Young Master Su into the ground?”
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