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

"By the way, where did Xiao Qi go?"

Zhao Lang remembered that he had two maids, one was Xiaojiu and the other was Xiaoqi.

Hearing this, Xiao Jiu was shocked, her eyes quickly turned red, and she knelt directly on the ground, crying and saying,

"Young master, please spare Xiao Qi, she didn't let you fall on purpose."

"Uncle Fu locked Xiao Qi in the cellar, Xiao Qi won't survive for a few days."

Zhao Lang was slightly startled, and remembered some vague memories.

When the original owner fell, Xiao Qi was taking care of him.

That's why he was punished by Faber.

But to a certain extent, Xiao Qi was his benefactor.

Just as Zhao Lang wanted to say something, suddenly the system's voice sounded again,

"One: Choose to punish Xiaoqi, and reward the book in block letters."

"Two, choose to let Xiao Qi go and reward papermaking."

These two options, Zhao Lang actually wanted both.

Now the Qin state is using bamboo slips and compiling texts, and it is difficult for ordinary people to receive education.

If there is paper and block letters, it will greatly increase the speed of popularization.

If you can only choose one of the two, Zhao Lang will choose the second one.

Although block letters are important, popularization cannot be accomplished overnight.

The papermaking technology can quickly improve the efficiency of book popularization and increase income.

Of course there is a more private reason.

That is, he really doesn't want to poke his delicate ass with a small bamboo piece.

Zhao Lang said quickly,

"You don't have to worry about Xiao Jiu, I'll go tell Uncle Fu and let Xiao Qi out."

Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then cried and laughed again and said,

"Thank you, son! Thank you son!"

Zhao Lang got up and helped Xiao Jiu up from the ground,

"Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry again."

Comforting Xiao Jiu, Zhao Lang walked out of the room and asked Uncle Fu to come over.

"Sir, you call me."

Fu Bo asked suspiciously, it was already dark now.

"Uncle Fu, I want Xiao Qi to come back to serve me."

Zhao Lang said it directly.

Fubo frowned.

"Son, Xiao Qi is not well taken care of. I have locked her in the cellar as a punishment."

"Did Xiao Jiu beg you for mercy? I'll go and reprimand her."

"As a slave, you dare to ask your son!"

Zhao Lang waited for him to finish, then showed a smile and continued to say,

"Uncle Fu, I want Xiao Qi to come back."

Uncle Fu wanted to say something. Looking at Zhao Lang's appearance, he didn't know why, but the figure of the head of the family appeared in his heart.

My heart trembled, and I returned,

"Yes, son."

Zhao Lang nodded with satisfaction and said,

"Thank you Uncle Fu, by the way, after sending Xiao Qi over, call the craftsmen from Zhuangzi over, I have something to order."

This time, Fu Bo did not ask any questions and said directly,

"Yes, son."

Then go to work.

It didn't take long for Uncle Fu to bring a pale but outstanding girl with a few craftsmen.

"Xiao Jiu, take Xiao Qi to have a good rest."

Zhao Lang ordered.

Xiao Qi was locked in the cellar, which was equivalent to confinement, which was extremely harmful to the spirit.

After Xiao Jiu took Xiao Qi away, Zhao Lang taught the craftsmen the paper-making technique he had just obtained from the system.

After listening, the craftsmen looked at each other,

"Young master, I have never heard of the paper you mentioned and your method."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"It doesn't matter, you follow the method I said, that is, at dawn tomorrow, you can make some first, and the big one will do."

Get over the ass first.

The system gave him a relatively complete papermaking technique, and he could use bamboo, sandalwood, wheat straw, rice straw, etc. as the raw materials for papermaking.

The process is also relatively simple and does not require high technical means.

"Yes, son."

Facing Zhao Lang's insistence, the craftsmen could only respond.

"Uncle Fu, what I just taught is not allowed to be leaked."