The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

When Song Nian received the video from Qi Yulu again, his eyes were calm and filled with murderous intent.

It seems that anyone who dares to compete with him will fight to the death.

Surrounded by a strong sense of security, Song Nian spoke to him back and forth, recording their conversations and sending them via video, as if they were chatting face to face.

Outside the tent, Jiang Zhi came to call the prince to come down and eat barbecue.

Just then, the beer that Song Nian ordered arrived. Song Nian waved his hand and said, "I'll treat the soldiers to a drink today."

When Qi Yu delivered the message, the entire camp was in an uproar.

"The gods invited us to drink."

"I too have drunk the wine of the gods."

The soldiers were served a light beer, which was a piece of cake. In the bitter cold of winter, in the bitterly cold Northwest camp, beer and barbecue were the first joyful thing to happen.

"Soldiers, cheer!"

Duan Zhan raised his glass, and all the soldiers raised their glasses. They were extremely happy because they had won the battle today and received food from the gods. Everyone raised their glasses and drank to make this night unforgettable.

"Nian'er, the soldiers are all thanking you."

Qi Yu took advantage of the time when no one was paying attention, stood on a high place, used a veil to cover his cell phone, and recorded the scene of the military camp for Song Nian.

When Song Nian opened the video, he saw a vast camp filled with tens of thousands of men in armor, standing or sitting in various positions. Some gathered in groups of two or three, uninhibitedly drinking with their necks raised high. Their young, vibrant faces bore the scars of battle, some, despite their armor, still unable to hide their bright red wounds. They sat carefree on the yellow earth, white tents behind them, and candles in the center.

So sad, yet so reassuring.

Although the picture was a little blurry, she saw it clearly.

Song Nian's eyes filled with tears again.

It's them.

It is these people who have protected our beautiful today with their lives.

They were helping her take care of Qi Yu.

"Is the meat and wine enough? I'll send you some more tomorrow."

Qi Yu listened to Nian'er's trembling voice and knew that she was kind and worried about them. "Nian'er, I want to pass on the greenhouse technology to everyone in the camp. Not only can it restore the camp and the northwest, but if they return to their respective families in the future, they can all survive."

The famine is spreading, and it has just begun. It would be a blessing if they could resist the natural disaster on their own.

"Okay, I'll go buy supplies tomorrow. I have money anyway."

Qi Yu smiled indulgently and shook his head, "I also want to learn papermaking."

Paper?

Song Nian suddenly remembered that she had forgotten about this matter.

At that time, the Jin Dynasty was not yet well developed. Paper was the most expensive commodity, and even the royal family could not afford it. Every time Qi Yu pierced his heart, he used a bamboo stick.

She could provide them with a steady supply of clean paper, but that was far from passing on the technology to make paper.

"Okay, I'll put papermaking on you tomorrow."

Let Qi Yu go and drink with the soldiers, while Song Nian stayed in front of the computer to carefully research the papermaking methods and the required equipment and materials.

A text message came from the mobile phone.

——"Cheng Qing is secretly investigating you."

It will be sent out by Zhou Huifa.

Zhou Hui hadn't contacted her for a long time, and suddenly sent her this message?

Cheng Qing had been investigating her for a long time, otherwise why would he ask about her mother Bai Wan.

She didn't want to ask about her mother's privacy. Since her mother chose to sever ties with the Bai family in Haicheng, she must have her reasons.

Ever since she met Qi Yu, Song Nian had always felt that everything was predestined. She wouldn't take the initiative to contact anyone from the Bai family in Haicheng, but if they wanted to find her, she would know what she needed to know sooner or later.

But why did Zhou Hui suddenly say this? She suddenly had a bad idea in her mind.

It seems like I need to put on a show for Cheng Qing to see!

The next morning, Song Nian made a large purchase of materials needed for papermaking at the local building materials market.

She didn't dare to buy too much, and was afraid that Qi Yu would not have enough raw materials for the experiment, so when Qi Yu received a full truck of supplies, his jaw dropped in surprise.

"Jiang Zhi, go tell the general that we will start making paper today."

"Yes!"

When Duan Zhan arrived with Wu Yu and several other generals, they saw that Qi Yu had temporarily built a small platform next to the altar, and there were many items on the ground that they did not recognize.

"These are the materials for making paper sent by the gods," Jiang Zhi explained.

Wu Yu wanted to go forward out of curiosity, but Duan Zhan stopped him by stretching out his long arms. He signaled with his eyes not to disturb Qi Yu.

Qi Yu chopped bamboo and soaked it in a pond to allow the fibers to absorb water. He then added plant matter like tree bark, hemp ends, and old fishing nets. He crushed the raw materials and boiled them until they became pulp.

"The gods said that the broken ingredients in the big pot need to be pressed down with big stones to help them be cooked completely." Qi Yu explained while operating, as if to make his memory clearer.

It is early winter now, but the weather in the northwest is much colder than anywhere else.

The pulp cools down very quickly.

Then follow the instructions, use a flat bamboo screen to scoop up the pulp, place it on a sieve to filter out the water, and wait for it to become a paper film.

"This step requires sophisticated techniques to scoop out paper membranes of moderate thickness and even distribution." Duan Zhan understood.

There is paper in the capital, but ordinary people can't make it.

Today, the prince personally made paper for them, which is unprecedented and will never be repeated.

"The general is very understanding."

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhan understood it at a glance. Qi Yuzhen felt that treating him as a martial arts fanatic was a humiliation to him.

Duan Zhan touched his nose bridge and coughed awkwardly after receiving the sudden praise.

Could he say that he had actually seen the whole process of paper making with his father before?

But the paper from the capital is not as fine and white as the one sent by the gods.

"Jiang Zhi, fold the papers I just fished out one by one and press them tightly with a wooden board." Qi Yu said, and Jiang Zhi immediately carried out the order.

It was the first experiment, so Qi Yu didn’t dare to do too much. He only made ten pieces of paper.

Next, he placed heavy stones and used their weight to force the water out.

"General Wu, could you please light a fire?"

"Fire?"

Wu Yu had never seen these strange things before. When he saw that he could use them, he happily went to prepare them.

More and more soldiers gathered around, initially curious about what the generals were doing there. Gradually, they became even more astonished to see the fire starting in broad daylight. Then, upon hearing that the camp had paper, something only royal nobles could use, they gathered around.

After the fire was lit, Qi Yu carefully placed the half-dried paper film on the edge of the makeshift fire rack to dry. The firelight cast a shadow on his resolute face. He waited patiently until it was completely dry, then gently peeled it off, revealing a thin, white piece of paper.

“Paper, this is really paper!”

"It's whiter and thinner than the paper used by the princes in the imperial capital."

"No more stupid bamboo strips from now on."

Everyone exclaimed.

Wu Yu could no longer control himself and snatched the paper from Qi Yu's hand, fearing that he would tear it. Even a rough man like him was very cautious.

"Look, General, it's really paper."

How come Duan Zhan didn't see it? He just didn't dare to snatch it away.

He looked at Qi Yu in admiration, "Your Highness is really amazing."

"These are the supplies and methods sent by the gods." It's all thanks to Nian'er.

Soon, all ten sheets of paper were completed, and Duan Zhan led his men to the altar to thank the gods. Qi Yu immediately compiled Nian'er's production method and his own experience into a book, and then had Jiang Zhi excerpt several copies to distribute.

From today on, the camp officially starts making paper.

Soon, the first piece of paper made by Qi Yu came in handy.

"Ten days from now, there will be an assessment for new recruits and a monthly exam for veterans. Ten people will be selected as the winner in each group, and the gods will grant them a pair of combat boots as a reward."

The seal on the upper part of the huge notice fell to the bottom, eclipsing the white paper.