"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the front. General Fengxian has encountered a Confucian scholar blocking his way.”
Hearing the news sent by the eunuch, Zhao Tuo read the memorial in his hand without even raising his head.
"They killed their way over?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Mm, order the people of the Black Ice Platform to carry out the matters that Zhen had arranged previously.”
"Here!"
After the eunuch left, Zhao Tuo stood up and stretched.
"Big Brother Tuo, did you already guess that there would be people from the scholarly faction obstructing us?" Little Peach asked curiously.”
Zhao Tuo nodded as if it was a matter of course.
"These guys keep saying those high-sounding words every day and call themselves righteous people.”
"Now that I'm sending the grain and chaff to the famine area, in their eyes, this behavior is worse than a beast. It's no wonder they're not anxious.”
"It's just that these guys are not down-to-earth and are pedantic. They naturally have their reasons for calling me that.”
Little Peach nodded her head in a half-understanding manner.
"Then…will there be any trouble?”
"Of course there will be trouble, and it won't be small." Zhao Tuo grinned.”
"Ah!"
"It's okay. I've already made preparations since I could predict this.”
"If those Confucians really want to cause trouble, they will only end up shooting themselves in the foot.”
Seeing that Little Peach was confused, Zhao Tuo smiled and did not say anything else.
Instead, he changed the topic and asked casually,"How's the thing I asked them to make? Any progress?"
Little Peach nodded when she heard Zhao Tuo's question.
"Yes, I came in just now to talk to Brother Tuo about this, but I saw that you were busy.”
"The paper that Brother Tuo mentioned…the craftsmen seem to have made it.”
"It's done!"
Zhao Tuo widened his eyes in surprise.
"Hurry up! Quickly bring me to take a look."
"Yes!"
The two of them walked out of the main hall and took a few turns before arriving at the temporary work place of the craftsmen not far from the entrance of the bedroom.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Seeing Zhao Tuo come over, the leading craftsman hurriedly stopped what he was doing.
"Your Majesty, this is what you ordered me to make.”
Zhao Tuo nodded and took the item from the craftsman's hand…let's call it paper for now.
The paper was yellowish, and the texture was uneven and slightly rough.
He exerted a little force with both hands…
It was much weaker than the ordinary paper he used in his previous life.
"It's still not very good. As expected, it's not very reliable for non-professionals to make their own paper.”
Zhao Tuo's initial surprise turned into disappointment as he rubbed his glabella with a bitter smile.
He originally planned to try making paper himself based on his memories from his previous life.
Wouldn't he save more than a million Reputation Points if he did that?
However, after trying for a few days, he realized that the two of them were not as powerful as he thought.
The things in the historical novels in his previous life were indeed lies. High-quality paper could be made just by saying it!
Although the hemp paper he made now could barely be used.
However, it was still far from the standard he had expected.
"Looks like I can only wait until the time comes to exchange for a more perfect method from the system.”
Zhao Tuo shook his head and turned to leave.
Coincidentally, Meng Yi, Feng Quji, Wang Ben, and Ying Zheng also arrived at the palace.
Looking at this situation, Zhao Tuo could guess the purpose of the few of them coming to his place.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"En, Imperial Father, are you all here for the matter of those Confucians?”
"Your Majesty already knows?"
Meng Yi and the others were stunned.
Ying Zheng waved his hand and comforted,""Tuo 'er, you don't have to worry about this matter.”
"It's not like I haven't done something similar before. With my Great Qin's million soldiers, what's there to be afraid of?”
“……”
Zhao Tuo's eyes twitched slightly.
But in the end, he still said," Father, I'm not too worried because I was the one who instructed this. I've already foreseen the consequences."”
"Oh?"
For a moment, Ying Zheng, Meng Yi, and the others could not help but look at each other.
Zhao Tuo smiled mysteriously and whispered to them.
"Father, everyone, let me tell you, actually…"
After a series of whispers, everyone came to a realization!
Ying Zheng clapped his hands and exclaimed.
"High! It's really high!"
"Hahahaha! It seems that this trip was unnecessary. Since that's the case, I'll go back and rest.”
"Your Majesty, we will also take our leave."
"Imperial Father, everyone, please wait. I was just about to make some good things, but I failed. Why don't you take them back and use them yourself?”
Something good?
Upon hearing these three words, their eyes instantly lit up.
Subconsciously, he blocked out the words 'failed.'
For something that Zhao Tuo called " good stuff ", the three of them immediately thought of that magical cement.
Could it be…something of the same grade as cement?
Zhao Tuo didn't explain much. He only ordered people to move a few large rolls of " waste paper " from the workshop over.
Everyone curiously picked up a few and looked at them.
It looked like linen, but it was thinner, lighter, and more delicate. However, the texture was not very uniform.
Overall, it looked ordinary.
How could such a thing be considered a good thing?
How was he going to use it?
"This is called paper. Although it doesn't look very uniform, it's soft and high-yield. Take it back and use it when you relieve yourself.”
“……”
Everyone was stunned by Zhao Tuo's casual words.
If it was really…used to wipe one's butt, this paper seemed to be more comfortable and sanitary than other things.
However, to call this good stuff was really…
Wait a minute!
Meng Yi's entire body suddenly trembled. Looking at the paper in his hand, a bold idea appeared in his mind.
Ignoring Zhao Tuo's presence, he hurriedly snatched the paper from the craftsman and walked into the temporary workshop.
He saw that there were still a few people busy in the workshop.
In the big pot, there was a mixture of tree bark, mulberry hemp, fallen leaves, and lime.
On the other side, a few people carefully took out a thin item from the water and dried it on the bamboo pole.
Wasn't it the thing in his hand?
Meng Yi quickly grabbed a craftsman and asked in shock,""This thing in my hand is made from the bark of fallen leaves?”
"Can it be used for writing?"
"Milord, His Majesty's life is small, and he had people make paper for the sake of writing.”
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Upon hearing this, Meng Yi, Ying Zheng, and the others who had followed behind him were completely dumbfounded.
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