"Of course. The bamboo slips now are about 200 copper coins, and the cost of making paper only costs one copper coin. When we sell them to the common people for two copper coins, we still have half of the profit!”
"Paper can't be reused, so the commoners have to buy paper every day. Once paper spreads throughout Great Qin, the sales will definitely increase. Even if we earn one cent from each paper, it'll be quite a bit of income!”
"Other than that, you can also print the paper into books. Selling books can earn you more than selling paper alone!”
"For the commoners, they can read and write. For the imperial court, besides recruiting talents, they can also make money and strengthen the country.”
Ying Pingan excitedly boasted.
"I really didn't expect that making paper would have such great benefits!”
Fu Su was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground. When he first saw the paper, he only felt that it was white and flawless, and the cost was low. He did not expect it to be a divine weapon that benefited the country and the people!
"Haha, alright, I'll leave this matter to you!”
Ying Zheng slapped the table in excitement and decided on this matter.
"No problem!"
Ying Pingan immediately agreed.
"But then again, you're not young anymore. You should find a master to teach you!”
After talking about the important matters of the country, Ying Zheng thought about Boyuan again.
Although this matter couldn't be blamed on this kid, it was also related to him!
If he hadn't come up with those tricks to scare Boyuan, how could that old man have escaped?
Yesterday, he had volunteered to be this kid's master!
"Father, what should master teach me? I can recite the Four Books and Five Classics backwards, and you've seen how I write poems and calligraphy. What do you want Master to teach me?”
Hearing that he was going to find another master for him, Ying Pingan immediately frowned.
In the later generations, the knowledge they learned was much more extensive than in this era. Did they still need those old men to teach them?
What a waste of time!
"Um…"
Ying Zheng was speechless.
What this kid said was true. This kid's poetry and calligraphy were superb, and his way of governing the country was also more far-sighted than those old men. What else could he teach?
"Father, if you really want to find me a master, why don't you let old general Wang Jian teach me how to deduce war chess and arrange the formation of troops?”
Ying Pingan wasn't interested in literature, but he could learn martial arts.
Especially a general like Wang Jian who had rich combat experience!
It just so happened that the system had rewarded him with so many attribute points. If he did not make use of them, wouldn't it be a waste?
"Hmm? That's a good idea. My son is born with divine strength. He's indeed a natural general talent!”
Hearing Ying Pingan's words, Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.
This kid was even stronger than Wang Ben, and he had a bright mind. If he was taught properly, he might be able to shine on the battlefield!
"So Father agrees?"
"Brat, if you pour me another goblet of Immortals Wine, I'll agree! Haha!" He pushed his empty cup towards Ying Pingan and laughed out loud. It was already past noon after Ying Zheng, Ying Pingan, and the others finished their lunch, and the bottle of Fen wine had also been emptied by them.
Ying Yuanman, who couldn't hold her liquor, was supported by two palace maids as she staggered back to her bedroom to rest.
Ying Zheng and Fu Su stayed behind to continue drinking tea.
"Look at this zhen's memory. This zhen just entered the kitchen to ask you, kid, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so clear?"
As he tasted the fragrant tea from the Longjing Tea, Ying Zheng was also sobered up. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and recalled that he had gone to the kitchen to ask for tea leaves, only to be interrupted by that kid who had used the Spicy Boiled Fish.
Then, a series of delicious food attacks made him forget about the tea leaves until now.
If he drank a cup of this in the royal study while reading memorials, it would definitely clear his mind!
"This is called Yuqian Longjing, a type of tea. It's much better than those rice soups!”
Ying Pingan sat on a stone bench, sipping a mouthful of tea while speaking leisurely.
In fact, tea leaves already existed in this era. At first, they were used as sacrificial offerings, and later on, some people cooked them as dishes. They just didn't expect to soak them in water.
"Longjing tea? Bring some back for me later and taste it with your mother!”
Ying Zheng blew at the tea leaves floating on the surface and said shamelessly.
Ying Pingan secretly rolled his eyes.
What did he mean by tasting it with his mother? It was clearly this old fellow who wanted it.
When he and his mother were in Qu 'a, they often drank it, okay?
"Father, I don't have much of this tea left. I'll stir-fry another batch for you later. The taste will definitely not be inferior to this!”
In fact, frying tea did not require too much skill, not to mention that Ying Zheng had never tasted any good tea before. As long as the taste was similar, it would be fine.
"This…Alright!"
Ying Zheng pursed his lips, understanding that this kid was reluctant to give it to him.
However, he had just finished drinking the wine and was too embarrassed to speak again!
"Reporting to Little Lord, General Supervisor Zuo Deputy Jiang Zhong requests an audience!”
At this moment, the young eunuch Jiu Lin came to report.
"What is he doing here?"
Ying Zheng's old face sank.
"The table, it's my table!”Unlike his attitude, Ying Pingan jumped down from the stone bench and ran towards the door excitedly.
Out of curiosity, Ying Zheng and Fu Su followed him out.
"Over here, put them all over here…!"
Ying Zheng had a big belly, and his steps were very steady.
As his son, Fu Su definitely did not dare to walk in front of him. No matter how curious he was, he could only follow behind him obediently.
When the two of them arrived at Ying Pingan's bedroom, the little guy was commanding a group of craftsmen in coarse linen clothes.
The craftsman was carrying some strange things into the bedroom!
Looking at the appearance of these things, Fu Su felt that they were very familiar.
Where had she seen him before?
Oh right, it was a general supervisor!
That day when he went to the prison, the blueprint that Ping An drew was probably like this!
He didn't expect these craftsmen to really make it. Moreover, they carved exquisite patterns on the table legs and chair armrests, making it look low-key and luxurious!
"It seems pretty good!"
Fu Su stared at the tables and chairs, his eyes glowing with blue light.
That day, he was worried that others would find out that he was going to be a supervisor. He did not pay attention to what the little guy said to Jiang Zhong. He only glanced at the blueprints. He did not expect these things to be so exquisite!
"You guys are quite fast!"
That day, Ying Pingan had given Jiang Zhong four days. He had not expected that in just two days, this guy would bring his men over.
Looking at the polished and exquisitely crafted table and chairs, Ying Pingan rushed in impatiently. He tilted his butt and sat on the chair to feel the surroundings.
That's right! This was the feeling!
The armrest was slippery and the back was comfortable and stable. It was much more comfortable than the current ones.
The table next to him was also exquisitely made. He would put a cup of tea, a stack of snacks, and then find a little palace maid to massage his legs. Life was simply wonderful!
"I dare not be careless about the things Little Lord has instructed!”
Jiang Zhong cupped his hands and replied.
After taking on this task, he showed the blueprints to the craftsmen. Everyone was very interested in this new thing. The master craftsmen put down their work and focused on building the tables and chairs. Only then did they complete it in a short time!
"Is this the reason you went to prison?”Just as Ying Pingan was imagining his beautiful life in the future with his eyes closed, Ying Zheng came in with his hands behind his back.
"Jiang Zhong greets Your Majesty and Young Master!”
Seeing Ying Zheng, Jiang Zhong hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.
"No need for formalities!"
Ying Zheng slightly raised his hand and walked to Ying Pingan.
If he remembered correctly, this kid had said that he had made a sofa for him that day!
"Father's sofa isn't here. Your son has already ordered people to send it to the White Lake Palace.”
Hearing his scumbag father's voice, Ying Pingan opened his eyes and said while swinging his legs.
"No rush!"
Originally, he wanted to send this old man away so that he could enjoy himself here. In the end, not only did this old man not leave, he even sat down.
"Hmm? This feeling was indeed different!”
She imitated Ying Pingan and leaned against the back of the chair with her hands on the armrests beside her.
If this was in the morning court, the state affairs could be discussed for as long as possible. There was no need to worry about backache and numbness in his legs!
"This is nothing. Father's dragon chair sofa is much more comfortable than this!”
"Later on, I will ask the supervisor to make a few rocking chairs. When Royal Father has nothing to do, he can lie on them and bask in the sun.”
"Haha! That's a good relationship!"
Ying Zheng did not hold back either. His old face immediately turned into a chrysanthemum with a big smile.
While Ying Zheng was not paying attention, Fu Su also quietly sat on a chair!
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