Chapter 80 This paper is just a plaything of the Thirteenth Young Master!

After quietly practicing the technique, he asked the shopkeeper, "How much is the price?"

"Thirteen cents for a large sheet. If you want to cut it smaller, you'll have to pay an extra cent!"

When the First Emperor heard this, his eyes widened. It really was so cheap.

That bastard didn't lie to me!

"What if I buy in bulk?"

"How many?"

"how much do you have?"

As the First Emperor finished speaking, the shopkeeper stopped writing and raised his head.

"Oh, you are here to cause trouble, you are so arrogant, you even dare to ask me how much I have?"

"I have tens of thousands of them. Can you afford them?"

"Do you know what this place is? It's a government-run camp of the Great Qin Empire, and is directly managed by the Ministry of Commerce!"

"If you want to buy, tell me the amount. If you don't want to sell, get out!"

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor became even more excited and completely ignored the shopkeeper's rudeness.

There really are, and in huge quantities!

"Of course I will buy it, but I have to see the sample paper. I can only buy it if the quality is qualified."

The shopkeeper took out a piece of paper from under the table with an unhappy look on his face when he heard this.

There are some traces of writing and drawing on it, and it is obviously a test paper.

Before, when I was with Sima Feng, I didn’t want to be thought of as an idiot, so I wrote my name and left in a hurry without checking it carefully.

Now that we are at such a close distance, of course I have to take a good look at it.

White, really white, like snow.

Although there are some flaws, it does not hinder its use.

Then he pinched it with his fingers again, it was thin!
What a good thing!

It is light and easy to carry, and can directly replace bamboo slips!
The most important thing is that this thing is really cheap.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all the scholars in our Great Qin used this thing?
Although Qin Shi Huang did not like writing, he was not bad at it. However, it was different for his civil officials.

A book made of bamboo slips is closer to you than your own wife.

Especially those sour Confucianists, they are even worse!

In the past, a teacher was traveling around the countries. A cart full of bamboo slips accidentally fell into the water. A group of students jumped in to fish them out at the risk of their lives.

This shows how important books are to them!
If those bamboo slips were replaced with paper books, would we still need to use carts to transport them?
All you need is a box, just carry it on your back and go!
The First Emperor immediately had many thoughts in his mind.

The advent of this paper will completely change many things.

Just move your fingers slightly and the paper in your hand will bend slightly.

Sure enough, this paper was like silk paper, it could be folded up with just a roll.
If it is cut into a book like this, it will save a lot of space.

With a little force with both hands, the paper was torn.

The toughness is acceptable and it is quite strong and durable.

If stored properly, it can be preserved for a long time.

Finally, I secretly summarized the characteristics of this paper in my mind.

Cheap, durable, light and snow-white.

This magical object can completely replace bamboo slips.

With this thing, the literary world of Daqin will undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Boss, can you lend me your pen? I want to try writing on this paper."

The shopkeeper frowned slightly when he heard this, but this was not the first time this had happened.

When this shop was first opened, every scholar who came in would exclaim in surprise.

Compared to before, the blind man was much more stable. The shopkeeper took a wolf hair brush from the pen holder, licked the brush to make the ink flow smoothly to prevent the scroll from being cut, and then handed it to the First Emperor.

And he didn't forget to remind her: "Write smaller and leave some space, because others will also try it."

Then he lowered his head and began to write quickly.

After Qin Shi Huang took the pen, he carefully wrote the word "Fa" in small seal script on it.

Looking at the words on the paper in front of him, the First Emperor nodded with satisfaction.

And then he couldn't help but exclaim.

"The writing effect of this is much better than that of silk paper. It's really magical!"

At this time, Ying Zheng picked up the paper, looked at it carefully in front of him, and praised it repeatedly.

Our Great Qin actually has such a magical thing. It is really a blessing for the Great Qin. Okay, hahahaha.

From now on, I can say goodbye to bamboo slips when reviewing memorials, and I won’t have to worry about using silk anymore.

Wonderful, wonderful!

What is still unknown is its production volume. It would be even better if it can be mass-produced!

"Shopkeeper, why is such high-quality paper only priced at a dozen coins?"

The First Emperor was still determined to find out.

"Only for sale? A dozen cents is not something everyone can afford."

"Mr. Thirteen has already said that the reason why the price is now more than ten coins is because we haven't put it into mass production. Besides, Daqin doesn't need so much at the moment."

"When the Thirteenth Prince's great cause is accomplished, then every citizen of our Great Qin will use it, and then it will be cheap."

Ying Zheng knew that the shopkeeper was not a man of good words, but whenever he mentioned the Thirteenth Young Master, he became very excited and his words were full of respect.

It was as if this Thirteenth Young Master was his idol.

Ying Zheng became even more curious. What was the purpose of the Thirteenth Prince's great cause?
What is this assembly line production?
What is being sold now or is it too expensive and less used?
How will this thing be used by the whole people?
What are the uses of this paper for ordinary people who can't even read a single word?

"Boss, this paper is already expensive, how can the cost be reduced further? Won't we lose money?"

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head, but the contempt in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"You don't know the Thirteenth Young Master's ability."

"In your and my eyes, it is impossible to do something, but in the hands of the Thirteenth Master, it can be achieved in a blink of an eye."

"Take this little piece of paper for example. Before it appeared, did the scholars of our Great Qin ever imagine that there would be such a magical thing in the world?"

"But in the hands of the Thirteenth Young Master, he just took it out casually."

"In fact, this thing is just the product of the Thirteenth Young Master's playfulness, it takes no effort at all."

The First Emperor was a little numb. This was more than the first time he heard people praising Little Thirteen.

It was almost blown to the sky, just like a god descending to earth.

Is he really that powerful?
Although this boy is disrespectful to filial piety, I wish I could beat him up.

But for some reason, when he heard the people praising his son, he couldn't get excited at all, and he even felt a little happy.

However, this guy boasted for a long time but didn't reveal any useful information, such as what the raw materials of this thing are and how the cost is controlled.

"Boss, can you please tell me how to reduce the cost of this product?"

The shopkeeper suddenly became unhappy. He was still immersed in the fantasy of worshipping his idol, but was interrupted by Ying Zheng.

He immediately said angrily: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

"This was done by the Thirteenth Young Master, not by me. How would I know?"

"Even if I know, I can't tell you easily. Your actions are suspected of spying on state secrets."

The First Emperor nodded slightly when he heard this. This craft would naturally not be easily passed on to outsiders, so he did not delve into it any further.

Anyway, this thing belongs to the Qin Dynasty, so it all belongs to me, right?

When I return to the court, if I want to know anything, I just need to ask, right?

(End of this chapter)