Click!

A bamboo plant collapsed.

Li Miao wiped the sweat from her face, and then dragged the bamboo to the foot of the mountain.

The two younger brothers immediately stepped forward, took the bamboo, and quickly cut it with an axe, and in a short time cut the bamboo, which was three or four zhang long, into a bamboo tube of less than five inches.

Then, tie them up one by one with bamboo strips and place them on the side of the road.

In the bamboo forest, the three brothers of the Tian family have immediately thrown themselves into the work of finding the next bamboo to cut down.

Although everyone doesn't know, the owner has to wait for others to go up the mountain to cut the bamboo, and also split the bamboo into this shape, what exactly do they have to do?

But as a retainer, you don't need to ask the lord what he wants to do?

You just need to know what the main family is going to do for yourself.

Zhang Yue stood on a piece of wasteland at the foot of the mountain, watching the river flow slowly from the tank into a pond several feet deep that had just been dug.

Nodding slightly.

This pond should be able to soak at least a few hundred catties of bamboo, which is almost enough for experiments!

It's just that if you come up with a finished product, it will take the second half of the year!

There is no way, in this pre-AD era, you want to make paper?

You have to ask nature first!

Of course, Zhang Yue can actually choose the relatively simple Caihou paper.

There's no need to go straight to the difficult rice paper as soon as you get up.

But......

In his retrospective memory, there is only this difficult technology, what can he do?

Moreover, Caihou paper is actually of very poor quality and very rough, and its advantages in writing are not even as high as bamboo slips.

Otherwise, it would not have been beaten by bamboo slips for two or three hundred years after it was invented.

It was not until the Eastern Jin Dynasty that papermaking technology made a breakthrough that paper books could replace bamboo slips.

But high difficulty means long time.

Especially with bamboo and wood as the raw material for papermaking, we must first find a way to turn the hard bamboo into bamboo pulp.

From bamboo to bamboo pulp.

In this step, the bamboo fibers must be softened.

In this day and age, it is all about time.

The bamboo must be soaked in water for at least two months before it can be processed.

So, in fact, if you want to see the first blank paper, you have to wait at least another hundred days!

"It seems that we have to find another way......" Zhang Yue thought in his heart.

What else is there besides paper that can make a big impact in this day and age simply and quickly?

Gunpowder?

Of course, Zhang Yue can go backtracking, and he can even come up with a formula without backtracking.

After all, his civil servants didn't get it by opening the back door through relationships.

That's a real gun, killing three in and three out of thousands of troops.

After many tests, I got it.

But, he didn't want to get this thing out.

At least not now.

The reason is simple.

First, the current metallurgical technology is not up to par, and the basic material technology is too low-level.

Not to mention muskets and artillery, I am afraid that even the ploughshares of the curved plough may not be able to be made well.

Even if gunpowder is made, it is only used to set off fireworks.

Wasting people's fat and ointment in vain is equivalent to finding a new toy for the nobles.

What is the point of doing such a thing?

But the compass can be considered.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Yue found that he had never seen or had any relevant experience, books, and materials in making compasses.

The reason is simple, in later generations, few ordinary people would care about how to make a compass.

As for typography?

I don't even have paper, so I print a P!

"Tonight, let's go back to the contents of the Hanshu and historical records......" Zhang Yue thought to himself, "Let's see if I can find any useful information......

………………………………

When Zhang Yue was troubled, in Chang'an City, a big man was as troubled as him.

Taichangqing Shang Qiucheng sat in his study with a sad face, staring blankly at the official document in front of him.

He's struggling right now.

"This Zhang Yi of Nanling, should I give him the title of showman, or not?"

As an old fritter in the officialdom of the Han family, Shang Qiucheng is very clear that he is now facing a difficult choice.

The name of a talent is small.

It's a big thing to stand on the sidelines.

If you give it, you may offend the prime minister.

There's no good fruit in that!

Today's Prime Minister Ge Yihou Gongsun He, although when he was a general, he had no military exploits, and he relied on the support and care of his late general Changping Lie and Wei Qing, so he barely became a general and followed Wei Qing to share his military exploits.

Even so, he was lost several times.

After Wei Qing died, he no longer dared to raise the matter of levy.

But, the relationship between people is hard!

In addition to being the brother-in-law of the general, he is also the brother-in-law of the Son of Heaven.

The brother-in-law of Empress Wei and the uncle of the crown prince.

Who dares to offend on this point?

And this Zhang Yi and Zhang Zizhong, Shang Qiu Cheng heard that they were outside Changyang Palace, and they had a dirty relationship with the prime minister's grandson.

If he gave the other party a talent status, it would be equivalent to a slap on Gongsun He's cheek.

But if you don't give, it's even more troublesome.

It's the horse captain Jin Ilyan who is offended!

This person is even more terrifying than Gongsun He!

Jin Riyan is today's absolute confidant, with a status like the goshawk Zhidu when the first emperor and Deng Tong, the eunuch Deng Tong when Emperor Taizong.

If you offend this person and refute his face, that's it......

Therefore, Shang Qiucheng has been for three whole days, and he has not thought about tea and dinner.

Shang Qiucheng couldn't understand, how could the horse captain have anything to do with this little person in Nanling?

What to do?

At this time, Shang Qiucheng's son Shang De walked in and bowed: "Father, my son heard the news, Your Majesty has just returned to the palace......

"Oh......" Shang Qiucheng nodded noncommittally.

Today's son is the most active son of heaven in the history of the Han family.

In the four seasons of the year, he stayed in Weiyang Palace for no more than three months.

The rest of the time, run around all day.

When he was young, he liked to go on safaris, wear white dragon fish suits, and wander around Guanzhong.

When he was middle-aged, he fell in love with patrolling the world.

For a while, I went to Mount Tai to seal the Zen, and for a while, I went to Jieshi to watch the sea. Everywhere as a fortune boy......

He even raised troops to the side of the Great Wall, and sent someone to send a letter of war to the Xiongnu, intending to hunt under the Great Wall with the Xiongnu Shan Yu.

Frightened, Uwei Shan Yu hurriedly fled north, and fled far away to the depths of the north of the curtain, not even daring to pop his head out.

Now, when I'm older, I still don't change my habit of being around.

Although there is no way to run all over the world anymore, there is his shadow in Changyang Palace, Wuqi Palace, Maoling, and Ligong.

But he suffered too often, and he had to keep an eye on his own jurisdiction.

At the slightest hint of wind and grass, he is like a frightened bird.

Sometimes, Shang Qiucheng even wanted to simply resign and return to his hometown.

But he is really reluctant to give up the status and rich fortune of the Han family.

"Father, son heard that when Your Majesty returned to the palace this time, under the Sima Gate, he asked the Captain of the Horse a question......" Shang De said softly.

"What's the problem?"

"How's my stay?" Shang De lowered his voice and whispered in Shang Qiucheng's ear.

When Shang Qiucheng heard this, his eyes popped out.

Then, he looked at the paper on his desk.

I only felt that I had a cool shuttle on my back, and I felt like I had a knife on my neck.

He immediately picked up his pen and quickly wrote down a name on a roll of the roster......