"Arrange food for them. Little Lord's order is to see Zhang Liang alive and well, don't let him starve to death.”
After Yu Huatian finished dealing with Huhai and the others, he had the Embroidered Uniform Guards personally deliver food and even wine.
Not only was the food in this prison not enough to fill one's stomach, but it was also very easy to be poisoned.
He placed the food box in front of Zhang Liang.
The followers were speechless.
The cold expression on the Rain Chief's face was very scary.
Even if the Brocade Guard had just saved them, they could not help but wonder if the food was poisoned.
It was no wonder that everyone thought so. The aura of these Embroidered Uniform Guards was really not something that ordinary people could withstand.
However, they had not had a drop of water since they were imprisoned and were already starving.
How could he care so much? He would die a full ghost.
He watched as his followers wolfed down the food.
Zhang Liang was puzzled and frowned.
He was not afraid of death, but he really did not know what was going on.
On his way to Xianyang, he was already mentally prepared to be executed.
Now, not only did he not kill him, he even saved his life and even prepared good wine and food.
It was completely different from treating a rebel who had rebelled against his superiors.
He had assassinated the First Emperor, Ying Zheng!
"This, this warrior, how does your little master plan to deal with us?”
"I have a use for you, so I specially instructed you to serve the 19th son of the First Emperor, the current Young Master Mo, the Great Qin's Imperial Supervisor. Enter the court as an official."
Yu Huatian placed a bowl of mutton in front of Zhang Liang.
"Enter the court as an official?"
Hearing Yu Huatian's words, Zhang Liang's hands trembled.
Even someone as smart as him was stunned. He even forgot to close his mouth.
Not only did he not kill him, but he also wanted him to become an official?
Even Zhang Liang's followers were dumbfounded.
Zhang Liang was a noble of the former Han Dynasty and the son of the prime minister. Not to mention having any relationship with the Qin Dynasty, if he had any relationship, it could only be the hatred of the subjugation of the country.
Otherwise, he would not have attempted to assassinate Qin Shihuang.
Moreover, for a crime like assassination and treason, a great identity would not work. He would definitely die.
Now, without any warning, he was telling them that he had captured Zhang Liang to make him an official?
It was completely beyond everyone's imagination.
"Why?" Zhang Liang looked at Yu Huatian who was about to walk out of the cell and asked.
"Because little master said that a living Zhang Liang is more useful than a dead Zhang Liang.”
"You are a smart person. What Little Lord wants you to do, only smart people can do it. If you still have doubts, come out with me.”
"A living Zhang Liang is more useful than a dead one?”
Zhang Liang was still stunned on the spot, repeating what he had just said.
He was filled with questions, but he could not get an answer.
So he gritted his teeth and stood up. He cupped his hands to his followers.
"Zhang Liang will be back soon."
With that, he followed Yu Huatian out of the cell.
He got into the carriage and headed towards the palace.
.......
In Ying Zimo's bedroom.
The craftsmen were very efficient, and the first batch of paper was quickly produced.
Now, they were all drying in the backyard.
The yellowish paper reflected the sunlight and was extremely dazzling.
The finished product he created now could not compare to the snow-white paper in his previous life, but compared to the bamboo slips, it was already so good that he did not know how to take it.
"Is this paper?"
When Fu Su heard that the paper was finished, he rushed over immediately.
The scholarly faction had also come with him.
After cutting down those bamboos, they naturally missed Ying Zimo's words day and night.
At this moment, they were all gathered in front of the cut paper, their expressions extremely excited.
"This is even more brilliant than silk.”
"As the saying goes, five carriages of knowledge. If you bind these papers into a book, a few books will be more than five carriages!”
"Little Lord really didn't lie to us. Those bamboos were worth cutting. With this, what bamboo do we need?”
.......
A few scholars caressed the paper with infatuated expressions.
Some of them even went to find a pen and ink anxiously and took one or two sheets to write on.
"That's right. In the future, we won't have to carry heavy bamboo slips anymore!”
Xiao He was as excited as Fu Su.
"It's not as simple as not being able to carry the bamboo slips. Nineteenth brother, you're really…You've done a great job!"
Fu Su fondled a piece of paper lovingly.
As the Crown Prince, he still had his horizons.
The significance of paper was far from replacing bamboo slips.
It was to make the spread of knowledge more convenient and faster!
In the past, a bamboo scroll could be considered a family heirloom. Only the noble families had books.
The appearance of the paper undoubtedly broke this situation.
"My back garden is still too small. The efficiency of making paper is limited. These geniuses have made more than 30,000 sheets.”
Ying Zimo shook his little head, looking a little dissatisfied.
He pinched the corner of the paper and tore it slightly. His small face immediately frowned.
He was even more dissatisfied.
Bamboo paper was a little hard, so it was quite suitable for writing.
However, Ying Zimo's requirement for paper was not just to be able to write!
However... It was much better than a toilet token.
"Thank you, Little Lord. It is not an exaggeration for paper to be called a divine weapon of the Dao of literature.”
Even though Xiao He had been supervising the creation of the paper, the shock in his heart was no less than Fu Su's.
Immediately, they clamored for Ying Zimo to bow down.
Even Confucius would take a child as his teacher. What was there to lose face in worshipping the son of the First Emperor?
"Thank you, Little Highness."
"Thank you, Little Highness."
"Thank you, Little Highness."
.......
Many of the scholars had ashamed expressions.
Before this, they had doubted Ying Zimo's words and did not believe that paper existed in this world. Some of them were even very angry at him for cutting down the bamboo forest.
Now, with the appearance of paper, the bamboo forest and the cultivation of one's temperament were no longer important.
"It's fine, it's fine. A good child is one who doesn't hold grudges.”
A sly smile appeared on Ying Zimo's small face." What do you think about copying all the classics of Confucianism and other schools on paper?”
To set up an academy, books and teaching materials were indispensable.
This was free labor.
The scholarly disciples were all on steroids, and the thought of writing on paper filled their bodies with energy.
"All of you, make way. I'll copy the Analects of Confucius!”
"I'll do the 'Doctrine of the Meaning', no one can snatch it from me! Today, even if I don't sleep or rest, I want to see this book compiled into a volume!”
.......
The scholarly disciples weren't particular about this.
He rolled up his sleeves and started copying in the backyard.
Xiao He didn't move. He stepped forward and paused for a moment before asking,"
"Little Lord, how do you plan to deal with Zhang Liang?”
Now, Xiao He had done his best to assist Ying Zimo.
Today's paper made his heart to follow him extremely firm.
Zhang Liang was a traitor.
If he didn't handle it well, he might get into trouble.
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