"Imperial Preceptor, if you think about it carefully, once paper appears, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy will probably go crazy over it.”
"Humble disciples can benefit from the paper, but so can these fellows. Using paper to write books and spread a family's words is thousands of times more convenient than silk and bamboo slips.”
"Perhaps I can make a fuss about this.”
Ying Zheng kept stroking the paper on which the Analects of Confucius was printed, his dragon eyes shining brightly.
With his political foresight, he easily saw through many things from this piece of paper.
If he wanted to write a book with bamboo slips, he would probably be able to fill several carts.
Moreover, the leather rope was not firm and could break easily.
Confucius 'Three Wonders of Wei Bian was the proof.
Therefore, paper was extremely precious to the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
Hearing this, Han Cheng was slightly surprised.
These were the words he wanted to tell Ying Zheng.
Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng had already realized it.
Han Cheng couldn't deny it. He no longer needed to be restrained by them. If he could take the opportunity to subdue them, it would be the icing on the cake.”
Ying Zheng thought about the situation for a moment, then said excitedly," The one who knows me is the national master.”
As the two of them talked.
Outside the Imperial Advisor's residence, several light cavalry were stationed.
A large group of armored soldiers followed behind them. Their footsteps were rumbling. It was Wei Wei Zhao Yanwu who had personally led his troops over.
According to Meng Yi, this involved a lot of things, so they did not dare to be careless. Therefore, they sent troops to protect the general and came to the Imperial Preceptor's Estate together.
"Lord Tang, Young Supervisor Yun, please don't keep His Majesty and the Imperial Advisor waiting.”
In front of the mansion.
Meng Yi dismounted and said.
Tang Beisheng, the general supervisor, and Yun Lan, the junior supervisor, also dismounted one after another.
The former was an old man with a bitter face.
His hair was white, his eyes were bright, and his high cheekbones made him look skinny.
The latter was a beautiful young woman. Her beautiful eyes were clear, her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was graceful.
"Let's go."
Tang Beisheng calmly spat out a word and stepped into the door of the Imperial Advisor's residence.
Yun Lan did not say a word. He was silent as he closely followed his teacher's footsteps.
The two of them didn't behave like ordinary craftsmen.
Instead, they looked like well-trained soldiers.
Through the hall and through the courtyard.
Meng Yi and the other two came before Han Cheng and Ying Zheng.
This was the first time Tang Beisheng and Yun Lan had seen Great Qin's Imperial Advisor.
His eyes were filled with surprise.
They had never thought that the state preceptor would be so young and handsome, looking like he was not even twenty years old yet.
It seemed that all the rumors were true.
As he pondered.
The two of them had already bowed.
"Your humble subjects Tang Beisheng and Yun Lan greet Your Majesty and Imperial Preceptor.”
Yun Lan's voice was gentle and sweet, and it was very pleasing to the ear.
Ying Zheng was in a good mood. Waving his hand, he said,""Get up. Tang Beisheng, I summon you and your disciple to the Imperial Advisor's residence. It was to learn confidential technology from the state preceptor. Don't disappoint me."
The master and disciple bowed again.”
Ying Zheng was satisfied. He said to Han Cheng," State Preceptor, please teach them the art of making paper and printing." Tang Beisheng was the Mo Family's Ju Zi, and Yun Lan was his successor. Definitely smart."
Han Cheng's expression changed slightly when he heard the words " Mo Family's Giant."
As far as he knew.
The Mohist School had split up during the Warring States Period.
The source of this is Mozi's death.
After Meng Sheng and his 180 followers died in the disaster of Yang City, the various schools of the Mohist school completely parted ways.
There were Chu Mo, Zhao Mo, Qi Mo, and so on.
One of them came to Guanzhong and became Qin Mo.
As for the Mo Family, they had their own division of labor.
As the saying goes, those who can talk and debate can talk and debate, those who can tell stories can tell stories, and those who can do things can do things.
The Mo family team that entered Qin should have real skills, even if they had mastered the technology.
As for whether he was a giant or not.
Since the sects were split, they naturally respected their own sects.
"The printing and paper-making techniques are not difficult. Lord Tang and Lord Yun can learn it in a moment, so Your Majesty doesn't have to worry.”
Ying Zheng chuckled and said,"That's good, that's good."”
Tang Beisheng and Yun Lan bowed to Han Cheng and said respectfully,"
"This humble subject is foolish, please enlighten me.”
......
The Prime Minister's residence.
Li Si sat in the room with a dark expression and did not say a word.
The light refracted, making his face look dark and gloomy.
"Are you saying that His Majesty went to the Grand Tutor's residence again? You even brought the people from the Young Lord's Mansion?"
Li Si slowly asked a guest.
The guest did not dare to hide anything. There were many guards guarding the door. It seemed that something big had happened.”
“......”
Li Si fell silent.
He silently picked up a glass of water but did not drink it.
His fingers were clenched so tightly that they turned white.
A moment later, he gently put down the cup." I understand." You can leave first."
"Yes."
The guest also noticed the change in Li Si's mood, so he left without saying a word.
After he left, Li Si looked furious.
"It's the Imperial Preceptor's residence again! He went to the Imperial Advisor's residence again! Your Majesty! How can you rely on Han Cheng alone to rule the world? Can't I come to the Prime Minister's residence?"
Li Si roared in a low voice.
His expression was a little ferocious.
In the past.
Whenever Ying Zheng encountered a difficult problem, he would always come to him for a discussion.
However, ever since Han Cheng took up his post, Ying Zheng would go to the Imperial Advisor's Residence whenever he was in trouble!
His status as the prime minister had seriously declined!
Li Si found it hard to accept this difference.
However, there was nothing he could do about it.
Li Si understood that his abilities were indeed not comparable to Han Cheng's.
Ask all the officials in the court, how many of them could resist a living god like Han Cheng?
But this feeling of having power taken away and being ignored
It was like gangrene that was hard to remove.
Li Si still hated Han Cheng.
He was jealous of the talented, and Han Fei, his junior brother, was killed by him.
However, the current situation was different from before.
Han Cheng was not Han Fei.
The two could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Li Si sat back down and calmed himself down before silently drinking the cup of cold water. His eyes shone.
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