Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

You know, he usually only comes once a few months.

"It's okay, Faber, let's come and see."

Zhao Lang said,

"Uncle Fu, is there any paper made now?"

Hearing the question, Fu Bo hesitated for a moment and said,

"According to the son's method, a few sheets of paper have been practiced, and they are drying now, but..."

Fubo didn't seem to know what to say, so he led a few people to the back of the kitchen.

There are a few wooden boards here, and the wooden boards are covered with palm-sized, irregular light yellow things.

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up when he saw this familiar thing.

Pick up one directly.

It's thick, rough to the touch, and yellow in color, after all, there's no conditioned bleaching.

It's like, several sheets of paper, wet, crushed, and then re-dried.

But it really is paper!

As long as the craftsman is proficient in the process, the tools are complete, and the original paper is made, it is not a problem at all!

Zhao Lang said excitedly,

"Father, this is what I use to replace bamboo slips, paper!"

Qin Shihuang looked at the wrinkled piece in Zhao Lang's hand, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Lang was well prepared, took out a pen, dipped it in some water, and then wrote a 'one' on the paper.

Soon, a line appeared on the pale yellow paper.

Seeing this scene, Qin Shihuang's expression changed slightly as a scholar.

Zhao Lang wrote another horizontal line, Qin Shihuang's eyes suddenly widened!

Zhao Lang wrote the third horizontal, Qin Shihuang said with a little trembling,

"How much does this cost?"

Zhao Lang showed a smile, pointed to the surrounding bark, bamboo, etc., and said,

"Just use these."

when.

One beep.

Qin Shi Huang sat on the ground.

Chapter 7 Dad, you won't have illegitimate children outside, will you?

"Father, are you alright?"

Zhao Lang quickly stepped forward and helped Qin Shihuang up.

"Your Majesty...Brother Zhao!"

Li Si and Zhao Gao also quickly surrounded them, and they didn't even react just now!

"I'm fine, but my feet are a little numb."

Qin Shihuang stood up and said.

Zhao Lang knew why, and he also knew that papermaking would have an impact. After all, he did not blow up the four great inventions of China.

Of course, he wouldn't demolish his cheap dad's platform at this time.

"Lang'er, can this paper be improved?"

Qin Shihuang directly picked up a crumpled piece of paper from the side and kept stroking it.

But worthy of being the first emperor, he quickly suppressed his excitement and began to think about practicality.

Zhao Lang nodded as a matter of course, and said,

"Certainly, with the right place and more hands, the paper could be as smooth as silk."

"There is no problem with making books."

"Good good!"

Qin Shihuang directly applauded.

As the emperor, he knows the use of this paper too well, it can be said to be the most important weapon of the country!

As long as you think about it, the text recorded on a roll of bamboo slips weighing a few pounds can be done with just a piece of fluffy paper.

A few carts of bamboo slips, turned into books, may only be dozens of pages!

"With this paper! I'm big..."

Qin Shihuang stopped dangerously and almost missed his mouth.

Zhao Lang asked curiously,

"Father, what did you say?"

"I mean, with this paper, our great cause will definitely be successful."

Qin Shi Huang concealed,

"At that time, just as you said, I will be the emperor, and you will be the prince!"

Zhao Gao and Li Si on the side looked at each other in shock when they heard this.

Daqin still does not have a prince, is His Majesty's words implying something?

Zhao Lang pouted and said,

"Father, you are my only son, this prince will not give me to anyone."

Suddenly, Zhao Lang's face changed slightly and asked,