Chapter 70: The Mohist Master and Fusu's Amazement
"This……"

"This is……"

"no……"

Fusu was now touching the papers in the wooden box, looking at Ying Yuan with horror on his face, completely speechless.

Ying Yuan had a smile that looked like he was watching a show on his face, and he just looked at Fusu straight.

He knew that the other party was so excited that he couldn't speak, but he just refused to give in and didn't even think about giving him a way out.

Just watch the fun!

Just watch!

The kind that laughs so much!

Fusu is in a terrible state!
Do you understand the importance of this to the great cause of culture and education?

But before Fusu could speak, Long Ju suddenly strode in.

"Sir, Xiang Licheng wants to see you!"

There was a gleam in Ying Yuan's eyes, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Please!"

"Hahaha, finally we got that old guy here!"

Long Qie didn't care what Ying Yuan thought.

He turned around and went to call for help.

He also had a very good impression of Ying Yuan.

Although it was the Nongjia Xiakai, who treated him like a master and a father, who told him to obey Ying Yuan.

Long Qie is not the kind of person with complicated thoughts.

In other words, he is just a straightforward guy with extremely high fighting power.

Since the leader of the heroes told him to obey Ying Yuan, then he would just do it.

But slowly, after spending these days together, he felt that this Young Master Yuan was really good!
After all, he is just simple-minded, not stupid!
Ying Yuan never treated him as a servant or a follower on a daily basis. Couldn't he see that?
Especially the feeling of laughing, scolding and cursing freely as if she were treating him like an old friend, doesn't he know?
People are all made of flesh and blood. Ying Yuan gave me a wooden peach, so Long Jue should repay him with a jade pendant.

Seeing that there was no need for him to use force on Ying Yuan's side, he simply became Ying Yuan's errand boy.

Ying Yuan was also happy about this. He even wished that the staff on his side could be simpler.

This is also the reason why when Xiang Licheng came to visit, a big man like Long Qie was carrying a bronze stick and moving around.

Let’s talk about Xiang Licheng. When he entered the room, he didn’t even have time to greet Fusu, his “old master”, but approached Ying Yuan with an eager look on his face.

"Sir, I don't know why you asked me to come here. You sent someone to tell me that it was a great event that would start the world."

"The old man left his plane and saw behind and rushed over without even changing his clothes!"

After these words were spoken, Ying Yuan was still fine, but Fusu on the side felt full of resentment.

This Xiang Licheng must be an old-time guest who has been "serving" in his Juxian Hall for a long time.

How come after I casually introduced him to her before, her achievements have completely become like Ying Yuan?
Is my "old master" really so disgusting?

At this moment, Fusu felt so bitter that it almost reached the sky.

Fortunately, Ying Yuan understands the atmosphere.

He casually turned the topic to Fusu.

"Master, please take a look at the things in my brother's box first."

"This thing is related to the big thing I want you to do!"

"First, look at this from a craftsman's perspective. What is it like?!"

When it comes to specific matters, Xiangli Chengli immediately displays the rigor of a contemporary top master craftsman.

He carefully touched it first, then twisted it, and finally he simply picked it up and held it close to his eyes to smell and look at it carefully. This technique was much more professional than Fusu's just now.

It is precisely because of Xiang Licheng's expertise that when he saw the paper, he knew the value of it better than Fusu.

Look, his lips began to tremble. "Sir, this...this...this thing..."

Ying Yuan laughed, patted the old man on the shoulder and said loudly.

"This thing is called paper!"

"I have seen bundles of bamboo slips being delivered every day, and it is really inconvenient just for such a small memorial."

"So, I suddenly had an idea. Why can't we have something light to replace these bamboo slips and silk?"

“That’s why this thing appeared!”

"Brother, Master, why don't you pick up the pen and give it a try!"

"Try it and you'll know everything!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them eagerly picked up the inkstone and ink stick beside them and started working.

After the two of them picked up the pen and wrote a word on the paper, they were stunned.

Both of them were used to writing on bamboo slips.

But how can the writing feeling of bamboo slips be compared with this paper?
Whether it is the degree of ink penetration or the granularity and smoothness of the pen tip when it is in motion, the two are simply not on the same level.

Fusu only wrote two words, then excitedly grabbed Ying Yuan tightly.

"Sixth brother, how much does this thing cost?"

“Can it be manufactured on a large scale?”

Ying Yuan smiled and pouted at Xiang Licheng who was also excited beside him.

"Master, you have touched this paper just now. You can probably guess what it is made of, right?"

Xiang Licheng was also very excited at this time. When he heard Ying Yuan's question, he tried to suppress his excitement and answered.

"I can roughly guess that bamboo, wood and other herbs may be used in this, but I can't guess the specific recipe!"

"I wonder if you could give me some advice, sir!"

"Once this thing comes out, the culture and education of the Qin Dynasty will flourish!"

Xiang Licheng's vision is naturally vicious.

As a chief craftsman, he knew too well the relationship between the cost, difficulty and popularity of making an item.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the bamboo slips. They seem to be just bamboo pieces strung together, but in fact, the process of making standard bamboo slips is extremely complicated.

The first thing is to prepare the ingredients.

The bamboo must be of suitable length, and then the bamboo nodes are removed and split into strips of uniform length.

Secondly, the green skin on the surface of the prepared bamboo strips is scraped off with a bamboo knife, and then dried. This process is called killing the green.

Then drill holes at both ends and align them.

After the writing is completed, the bamboo slips are woven into a string using hemp rope, which is the complete process.

Each of these processes requires manpower. The raw materials are cheap, but how many words can be written on a string of bamboo slips?

But where is this paper now?

Just by looking at the quantity in this wooden box, you can tell that this thing can definitely be produced on a large scale.

Just based on this point, and the lightness of the paper, Xiang Licheng dared to assert his status as a great master of the Mohist school.

Once this paper came out, bamboo slips could be completely eliminated.

From now on, anyone in this world who can read and write will definitely choose this paper instead of bamboo slips!

This is a groundbreaking event that will go down in history!

As a leader of the Mohist school, if he could participate in this matter, it would be worth it for both the Mohist school and Xiang Licheng!

Thinking of this, the old man folded his hands, stretched them out, and bowed.

"The Mohist leader Xiangli Cheng represented the entire Mohist family. Thank you, young master, for allowing the Mohist family to participate in such an important event!"

(End of this chapter)