Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

The ministers in the hall watched as yet another living person was beheaded in front of them.

The fear and awe of Ying Zheng in my heart deepened.

I don't know who this man is, but how could His Majesty just chop him off without even opening his mouth?

And what about the assassination this person mentioned?

A blind man assassinating their king?

Is this because these ministers do not exist?

When they are all vegetarian? ! !

Also, he actually dared to kill his Qin soldiers?

It's really not a pity to die!

...........

Inn.

The open space in front of the inn was fenced off, and Qi Pan was squatting on the ground, fiddling with something.

When I looked up, I saw Ying Zheng and his group walking towards me.

Qi Pan's eyes lit up, "Hey? Brother! You're here!"

"Come on, come on!"

When Ying Zheng saw Qi Pan, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Hmm? What are you doing, sir?"

“To make paper.”

what?

Make paper?

Ying Zheng walked quickly forward and squatted down beside Qi Pan.

“This…is paper?”

"Yes."

"What is it used for?"

Qi Pan said, "It's for going to the toilet."

"The two packs of tissues I brought are all used up, and you don't have any paper either."

"I'm not used to using bamboo leaves or anything like that either."

"It just so happens that the weather is nice today, so I made some paper myself."

Ok?

Toilet paper?

Ying Zheng looked at the thin layer of stuff that Qi Pan was drying and asked in confusion.

"Is this paper? For toilet use?"

"Yes."

Qi Pan said, "This is a simpler version of paper. This is the best I can make."

"Although it's a bit rough, it's better than scraping with a bamboo stick."

"I'm really afraid of getting hemorrhoids from scraping. Why don't you buy some paper?"

"There's not even a piece of paper to be found in the entire inn."

ah.......

this.......

Ying Zheng coughed lightly and said, "Ahem... It's not that I don't want to buy it, it's just... it's really hard to buy..."

Zhao Gao, who was following Ying Zheng, thought to himself.

It’s more than just hard to buy.

That’s simply not available!

This thing is not even available in Daqin, you can’t buy it even if you want!

It has been a long time, and today His Majesty finally agreed to take him out of the palace.

It's not easy!

"It's okay. I know you have trouble getting paper, so I made it myself."

"look."

Qi Pan pointed to a large basket of paper nearby.

"That'll last me a while."

"Hey? Bro, do you have any paper?"

"If not, I'll give you a basketful of them later."

Ying Zheng said bluntly, "Okay, it just so happens that I haven't used this paper yet."

"Thank you, sir."

Qi Pan waved his hand, "Well, you're welcome."

"It would be better if this paper could be improved and made thinner."

“It can also be used for writing.”

Ok?

what?

Writing?

Can this paper be used for writing? ?

Ying Zheng asked doubtfully, "Can this paper be used to write?"

"Sure, why not?"

Qi Pan turned his head in confusion and looked at Ying Zheng beside him.

"Don't we all use paper to write? What else can we use if we don't use paper?"

"But...the paper we use now is made after being improved and purified."

"It's not something I made up, it's nothing like the tissue paper I use to wipe my butt."

As he spoke, Qi Pan reached out and pinched the paper paste that was almost dried.

The disgust on his face was particularly obvious, "Tsk, I feel uncomfortable using this paper to wipe my butt."

She's not joking.

There are many rough fibers and bamboo thorns on this paper, which feel uncomfortable to hold in the hand.

Wiping your butt...it's really painful.

If you are not careful, you might get pricked a few times.

When she was in her hometown, she even found toilet paper too hard.

Not to mention this, it's made of paper that's not even as good as straw paper.

Improved paper?

Or paper that can be used for writing?

Ying Zheng asked: "What does this improved version of paper look like?"

"what?"

Qi Pan blinked in confusion, "Didn't I give you a piece of paper before?"

Ok?

Gave it to him?

when? ?

"When did you give me the paper, sir?"

"Just last time."

Qi Pan said, "Last time you came, I gave you a piece of paper with something drawn on it."

"That's it, you forgot?"

As he spoke, Qi Pan poked Ying Zheng with his elbow.

what?

The one I gave him last time, the one with the drawings on it?

Oh!

So that's called paper?!

He also asked how it was possible to paint on something so thin.

So that was paper?!

It’s still paper that can be used for drawing and writing!

As soon as she saw Ying Zheng's expression, Qi Pan knew that he had remembered.

"Remember?"

"Ah... yes, yes, I remember now, the master gave me a piece of paper."

Ying Zheng asked, "That's the improved paper?"

"Yes."

Qi Pan said, "That paper is good for writing and drawing."

“But to reach that standard, the technology and equipment requirements are very high.”

“It’s really hard to make it.”

Ying Zheng thought, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little difficult.

As long as there is a method to make paper, he can order craftsmen to specifically develop and improve the method of making paper.

Thinking of the method of making paper, Ying Zheng asked.

"Sir, I wonder what this paper is made of? How long does it take?"

Qi Pan said, "This is usually made from plant fibers such as bamboo, tree bark, hemp, rags, and old fishing nets."

Ok?

bamboo?

Bark?

Pockmarked head?

rag?

Old fishing nets?

"The raw materials are so simple?" Ying Zheng asked.

These things can be found everywhere.

Collecting is easy.

"Yeah, it's that simple."

Qi Pan said, "It's because the raw materials for this kind of paper are easy to find, the price is cheap, and it's easy to write and promote."

"So in ancient times, paper quickly replaced bamboo slips and cloth."

“It became a widely used writing material among palace officials and aristocratic families.”

"And this paper is easier to carry and preserve, making it more convenient for the circulation of books."

what?

Can this paper replace bamboo slips and cloth?

Ying Zheng asked, "Can this paper replace bamboo slips?"

"Yes."

Qi Pan nodded and asked, "How much does a scroll of bamboo slips weigh? How much does a piece of paper weigh?"

"Brother, think about it, how many words can be written on a piece of paper? How many words can be written on a scroll of bamboo slips?"

"Moreover, the words on the bamboo slips had to be carved stroke by stroke with a knife and pen."

"But there is no need for paper. This saves a lot of effort and time."

"I remember that during the Qin Dynasty, the number of bamboo slips processed by Emperor Qin Shi Huang every day was calculated by the cartload."

"If we replace all the bamboo slips with paper books and memorials, wouldn't it be more convenient?"