The sixth-level knighthood official doctor was whipped by a lowly Hu slave, which was a great shame, and if it was dealt with as a crime of disrespect, the government would kill the slave and the government would not care.

Over the years, the Hu people have repeatedly violated the border, and the people of the Han Dynasty hate it to the bone, as a ranger, he boasts of loving the country and the people, and if he sees the Hu people on the street in the past, he will definitely go to tease and humiliate him, but if there is any disrespect and resistance, he will beat the other party, and there is a kind of you try to fight back?

If you fight back, you will dare to kill you in the street.

But today he suffered retribution, he was humiliated in front of the public but could not retaliate against the other party, and almost suffocated him to death, so he could only drag his numb right arm to find a hospital for treatment, and after a while, other rangers heard about it and came to him.

"According to Xia, I have already inquired for you, and the soldiers guarding the city gate said that the son of Yan is named Han Yan, the grandson of Gong Gaohou, and he came to visit the king of Hejian."

"They registered when they entered the city, the Hu man who beat you is called Han Erdan, he is Han Yan's slave, and when he was in the Gonggaohou Kingdom, because he did not enter the city to deliver a message, and he did not have an identity certificate, he was ferocious and injured the little official, and was arrested as a slave, and was bought cheaply by Han Yan."

"That Han Yan is just the heir of the princes of a small country, but he dares to be so presumptuous, according to chivalry, this face must be recovered."

"Yes, to get it back......"

Everyone started talking about it, but no one dared to really go to Han Yan's stubble, because there were some things that everyone didn't talk about, so as not to look bad on Sang's face.

The people in the rivers and lakes are the most well-informed, that Han Yan is not only the princes as a backer, but also the favorite minister of the crown prince Liu Che, and dares to call Liu Buxian the eldest nephew, but he does not harm the prince but does not talk back, and reprimands him on the spot that Ji Sang is looking for death, which shows that Han Yan has a bad relationship with Liu De, the king of Hejian.

In the country between the rivers, ten people can't afford to mess with people.

"Hiss......"

The doctor's hand was a little heavy, so that Yi Sang took a breath of cold air, and knew in his heart that he couldn't provoke Han Yan in the land of Hejian Country, but the Hu slave must not let him out of Hejian Country, otherwise where would I put my face, and how would I mix in the rivers and lakes in the future?

So he called out to his three most loyal thugs, Pig, Biao, and Dolphin, and gave them a detailed command......

……

Liu De has a palace between the rivers, but in order to recruit people of insight in the world, famous Confucianism, convenient for the group of Confucians to survey anecdotes, study Confucianism and write books, specially built a large-scale Rihua Palace, saga magnificent, Zhulan jade masonry, carved beams and painted buildings, ancient pines towering to the sky, moon bridge arch.

Eight hundred Confucian scholars from Qi, Lu, Yan, Zhao and other places gathered here to lecture, read, proofread, and edit poetry and books sought from the people day and night. There are also study and tea rooms for Confucian pastime, and stables and carriage sheds for feeding horses and carts, and these alone cover more than 20 districts.

Under the leadership of Liu Buxian, Han Yan went sightseeing all the way, but there were hundreds of people offering books in front of the palace gate, lined up in a long line, quite spectacular, it is said that there are so many people every day.

Because Liu De would order someone to copy a copy of the book and give it to the book owner, and then leave the original copy and give the book donor a gold silk, these rewards are enough to improve the life of the book donor.

Go in again, you will see the Confucian scholars who are dressed in graceful clothes and play the crown in a hurry, everyone does not leave the book, the eyes do not squint, full of busy scenes, there are seven or eight people gathered in the tea room, specializing in the classics, discussing doctrines, those who are anxious to be bare and white-faced, if there is enlightenment, and so on.

"Great." Seeing the countless diligent figures of Rihua Palace with his own eyes, and the atmosphere of heated discussions, Han Yan could only think of this word to describe it.

"My Ah Weng's life's work is in this Rihua Palace, naturally not blowing, looking at all over the world, and only my country between the rivers can be wet with ink and die, can call tea and quench thirst, it is the holy land of the world's scholars, and it is the center of Han culture."

Liu Buxian said with pride, but he did have proud capital.

In this ancient Han Dynasty, there were less than one million literate people and less than 100,000 literate people, and it was these 100,000 people who ruled the Han Dynasty, ruled the 36 million people, and mastered this group of cultural people.

Not competing for the throne, not participating in the palace struggle, not being sharp among the princes of the world, but ready to sit in that position at any time, Han Yan had to sigh Liu De is amazing.

The whole Rihua Palace occupies an area of 10,000 tilts, of which the palace that collects books accounts for 3,000 tilts, the bamboo slips become mountains, full of arrangement, the bookcases are endless and endless, it is like coming to the "ocean of books" when you arrive here, it is really shocking.

"It's gone!" This was Han Yan's first sentence after entering the palace, and even the corners of his mouth opened a heartfelt smile.

"What?" Liu Buxian was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Won't the imperial court supply paper to the princes and kings, why don't your father get more, a piece of paper can top dozens of bamboo slips, it is easy to read, and there is no need to be so troublesome to collect books."

Han Yan pointed to the scholar not far away, who was looking for books under the huge bookcase, picking them up and putting them down, picking them up and putting them down, no matter how good their temper was, they were anxious...... When encountering a long story, hundreds of bamboo slips can't be written, and sorting is even more troublesome, and finding it is like looking for a needle in a book.

"Hey." Liu Buxian sighed and said: "I, Ah Weng, also want to get more paper, but the paper production of the imperial court is very small, the price is too expensive, and it is quite rough, and it is easy to blur the writing in ink." A few years ago, Ah Weng found a group of people who wanted to improve the paper, but those people were all waste, and they spent a lot of money in vain, and my father was helpless to use bamboo slips. ”

"Oh, that's it......" Han Yan nodded in response with a smile, silently thinking in his heart, should I cheat him for 50 million, or is it better to cheat for 100 million?

Just thinking about it, Liu De had already walked from the depths of the palace.

The skylight at the top of the hall is blessed with light, making people look like the pride of the sky, warm as jade, white crowns, graceful and luxurious, and every move is stitched with the most standard ceremonial actions.

"Han Yan has seen the King of the River." Raise your hand to increase your forehead and salute respectfully.

"Yan Shizi is polite, on the day of the Gonggao Marquis Kingdom, you got the shackles, the shackles that lingered in my heart were dissipated, and the great grace in my heart did not dare to forget, I wanted to invite you to Rihua Palace for a look, and today I finally got my wish." Liu De also raised his hand to return the gift, and did not put on a show at all.

"Shall I call you?" Han Yan was a little confused.

"On that day, you said that you were going to offer a teacher in Rihua Palace, to show that the teacher was inherited, and to talk about Confucianism with people in the future, you must call the teacher Wei Juan, which perfected the Confucian etiquette in my mind, and respecting the teacher should be so." Liu De was loud and bright-eyed.

...... "I'm just talking nonsense, and you're still gasping?"

"Please follow me." Liu De led the way.

Han Yan followed, roaming in the Rihua Palace, in addition to the bookcase in front of him is the bamboo slips, until a statue appeared in the center of the hall, exuding bursts of fragrance, it is a three-meter-high golden silk nanmu cast, with a thin face and a smooth beard, it is Wei Juan.

"......" Han Yan was completely speechless, if the person is not dead yet, let you supply it here, can it seep into the person?

Besides, Wei Juan is not too famous among Confucian figures, far from his uncle Han Ying, Dong Zhongshu and the like, if you offer him up, can the Confucian students in the world be convinced, wouldn't that roast him on the fire?

Liu De didn't care so much, he gave a big salute when he saw Wei Juan, so that Han Yan had to kneel with him, and he simply found guilt for himself.

"How is my Rihua Palace?" After kneeling, Liu De of course had to show off his life's work.

"The momentum is magnificent, the civilization is boiling, and the huge crown of the book collection is in the world." Picked up a bamboo slip from the bookcase next to him, and the handwriting engraved on it could be swept with two eyes, and the whole cabinet was just a bamboo slip of a book, Han Yan said: "It's a pity that there is a little shortcoming." ”

"What's lacking?" Liu De made a gesture of please, and the two walked out of the palace together.

"The finishing of bamboo slips is heavy and heavy, and it looks very inconvenient, so it would be nice if there was paper......

"A lot of people say that, but paper is not easy to find, and I can't help it." Liu De sighed for a long time.

Han Yan blinked his mouth, as if there was a strange and fragrant delicacy in front of him, and he could even swallow the pot in one bite, and asked with a smile: "Then if the paper is easy to find, what is the plan of the King of Hejian?" ”

Liu De replied casually: "Of course, there will be a large purchase, but the price should not be too outrageous, and the quality of the paper must be good, and it must meet the requirements of writing and storage." ”

"Oh...... That's right. Han Yan thought for a while and said, "Then what is the price of paper that King Hejian can accept in his mind?" ”

"This ......" Liu Dehu looked at him suspiciously, why are you asking in such detail?

"I'll just ask blindly, there are people in our Gonggaohou country who make paper, and it is said that some results have been produced, and it just so happens that you are short of paper, so I will ask casually."

"This." Liu De said a little embarrassed: "Because the amount of paper I want is too large, the price will be lower, 50 yuan a square foot of paper, is the highest price I can accept." ”

The one foot of the Han Dynasty is 27.7 centimeters, and one foot square is almost equivalent to the A4 paper of later generations, 50 yuan a piece...... Han Yan only felt a huge happiness welling up in the depths of his heart, and his whole body was wrapped in warm comfort, fluttering like a fairy. tried his best to hide the smile on his face and said, "Then I'll sell you, how about 50 yuan a piece?" ”

"......" Liu De was stunned, "You can make paper?" ”

"I'm a genius, and papermaking is trivial." Han Yan looked for it from the middle of his collar, took out a piece of elm paper folded into a paper airplane, and handed it to Liu De, "This is the elm paper I invented, although it is a little rough and the surface is not very smooth, but when you write on it, as long as you control the amount of ink, the handwriting will not fall apart, and it can be folded arbitrarily, it is very soft, and it will not be like cardboard like the paper of the imperial court, and it will break when it is broken." ”

Liu De took the paper airplane and looked at Han Yan with suspicious eyes, not believing that he had this ability, and was attracted by the shape of the paper airplane at first sight, "What is this you folded?" ”

"It's called a paper airplane, and it can fly in the sky." Han Yan took it, put the head of the paper airplane to his mouth, and said while throwing it into the sky, "Fly me ......"

As a result, the paper airplane fell headlong to the ground. It made him quite embarrassed, so he had to say shyly: "This is a toy for children, let's talk about paper, talk about paper ......"

"Oh." Liu De picked up the paper airplane and disassembled it into paper, and still saw that the creases were clear but continuous, and the paper was dark brown and slightly rough, but it was not like the paper of the imperial court and completely like a wooden board.

The paper of the imperial court is made of hemp, coarse cloth, etc., and the silk thread can even be seen on the surface, which shows that the people of the public are not so attentive, and they are not even smashed, filtered, or washed, and then pulped, can the production process be improved?

But it's just a matter of thinking about it, anyway, the court is raising us and grinding foreign workers.

Liu De looked at the elm paper for a while, then walked to the reading area of the palace, and a scholar took the initiative to give up his seat, so he knelt down and sat down, dipped in pen and ink and began to scribble blindly, testing the degree of immersion of the paper.

"How?" asked heroically, this time Han Yan came to show off.

"Good paper." Liu De nodded, regarded it as a treasure, looked at him and asked, "Can this kind of paper be mass-produced?" ”

"Yes, it's just that the production cycle is relatively long, the process is still improving, my goal is to make perfect paper, such as white paper, if you order for a long time, invent new paper, we will supply you with the latest paper without increasing the price."

"Good, good." Liu De glanced at the huge Rihua Palace, the heavy slips on the countless bookshelves, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you sell me the papermaking process, the price is easy to say." ”

"You laughed, I don't want to cheat you, today I will sell you the process of elm paper, and next year we will develop smooth paper with a smooth surface that is completely flat. Elm paper will be eliminated, so I'm not going to cheat your money......"

"Then you will sell me the craftsman who studied paper, and I will pay ten million dollars." Liu De did not give up.

"You're laughing again, Your Majesty won't allow it." Han Yan smiled and dug in the middle of his collar again, took out a paper appointment letter, folded it so that it was almost broken, and handed it to him.

"Shaofu Paper Cheng, leading the world's papermaking affairs?" Liu De felt that his tongue could not be stretched...... scolded in my heart, which is not allowed by Your Majesty, it is you who are fucking not allowing me to make paper, and not allowing me to compete with you for profit.

Thinking of replacing the countless slips of the Rihua Palace with paper, the amount of money it would cost was really astronomical, Liu De felt a faint pain in his heart, but he wanted to compete with Han Yan for profit, whether it was to rob openly or secretly, or to ask His Majesty for a permit, but the two have the same origin, they are senior brothers, and bullying the junior brother will be laughed at by the world, and it will make Wei Juan look down on him.

A noble soul cannot fall into mortal earth. Thinking like this, Liu De changed his words and called out affectionately: "Senior brother......"

"......" Han Yan was stunned, and instantly realized that he was going to play the emotional card, so he replied obscenely: "Senior brother......"

"Ahaha......" A pair of living treasures looked at each other and smiled.

After laughing, Han Yan preemptively said: "Senior brother, since we are so close, then don't say more, the teacher Wei Juan is above, the Confucian sages are in the sky, and now the disciple Han Yan is for the world, for knowledge, and for the Han civilization, so he sacrificed himself for others, and the price was halved, and only 25 yuan per piece of paper was charged to the senior brother." ”

After a pause, he looked at Liu De and asked, "Senior brother, what do you think?" ”

“……”

“……”

The two looked at each other speechlessly. Having said that, Liu De really can't make a price anymore.

Nearly in the evening, the sky darkened, the Changxin Palace lamp in the hall was lit, the fire candles crackled, and the pale yellow light illuminated the hall, warm and harmonious. There are a lot of people in the reading area, and the students are tireless, but they do not talk, and they seem to be unusually quiet, only the sound of breathing gathers, drifting with the shaking of the lamps and candles.

"Then as the junior brother said, let's get a million pieces of paper first."