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

Wang Ben hurriedly asked Qin Shihuang who was beside him for help.

"Your Majesty, persuade my father."

Before Qin Shihuang could speak, Wang Jian said,

"Don't bother Your Majesty, when you go back, bring my things over."

Seeing that his father had made up his mind, Wang Ben could only agree.

"Also, send Wang Li here too."

Well, now even my own son is in it

Qin Shihuang said with some concern,

"However, the head of Confucianism, Kong Jia, is also in Zhuangzi. If you meet him, what should you say?"

Wang Jian smiled and said,

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, although we are the head of the two families, we have never met."

"I only heard his name, but didn't know who he was, so I went to Zhuangzi in the name of another teacher."

Qin Shi Huang nodded.

"That's fine too."

After Qin Shihuang and Wang Jian negotiated, they settled down separately.

After returning to his room, Qin Shihuang did not rest, but after pondering for a while, he said,

"Zhao Gao, go and call Lang'er over."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Gao led the way.

Not long after, Zhao Lang walked in carelessly and said,

"Father, are you looking for me? I was in class just now."

Qin Shihuang showed a smile, nodded and said,

"Ah."

I don't know why, but every time he sees Zhao Lang's comfortable appearance, he feels very happy.

Perhaps, this is what a normal father-son relationship should look like.

Thinking of this, Qin Shihuang was not so eager to talk about Wang Jian, but instead said,

"How did you learn? Can you still pay attention to what Mr. taught?"

Zhao Lang nodded and replied with a bit of a complaint,

"Sir is very attentive, but this word is too difficult to learn."

Zhao Lang is telling the truth, Xiao Zhuan has a lot of strokes, and every word is more than ten or twenty strokes.

Zhao Lang looked big, not to mention the other teenagers.

Now, after a few days of learning, many people can't even write their own names.

Qin Shihuang laughed at this time.

"Learn without fear of difficulties."

He didn't expect that Zhao Lang, who had a clever mind, came up with papermaking, printing, and this special body refining method.

It will be difficult to be recognized.

Finally let him see the shadow of some ordinary people.

At this time, Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"Father, in fact, the text is too complicated, which is not conducive to popularization."

He was deeply aware of this.

It was like this in my last life, and simple words are the most widely spread.

Looking at Chinese, even if it has been simplified, the threshold is still very high, and most people cannot learn it at all.

"One day, I'm going to simplify the fonts."

Zhao Lang couldn't help but speak.

Qin Shihuang smiled and said,

"Children, it's hard to write the same text in this world. If you want to simplify the font, you still don't know it's going to be the Year of the Monkey."

"And all the books in the world are still bamboo slips. How do you change them?"

His own implementation of Shutongwen has been greatly hindered. For so many years, he has relied on force to do it.

In some areas, the six languages ​​are still used.

Even so, it offends the scholars of the six countries.

At this time, Zhao Lang thought of something, and said with a bit of a joke,

"Father, one day we will call the shots."

"I'll collect all the bamboo slips in the world, make copies and save them first, and then burn them all!"

"Then use our printing technique to print simplified characters all over the world, let me see who can stop it!"

Qin Shihuang was shocked when he heard this, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes!

But the mouth said,

"If you do this, you are not afraid to offend the scholars all over the world?"

Zhao Lang said indifferently,

"Father, that's why I said that education must be popularized."

"As long as there are enough readers, we don't have to worry about not having available talents."