How big is the world? Zhao Mo, who has always lived in a real circle, is not clear, the scholars who came to the north from Jingzhou are ignorant, and only Zhang He, who has been at sea for nine years, knows a rough idea.

Now he and his father Zhang Shiping are simply obedient to Zhao Yun, if he is allowed to take the fleet to Europe, it is estimated that he will not frown.

At that moment, Zhang He's eyes lit up, and he saw piles of rough paper, running over there and rubbing them gently.

Cai Mao and Kuai Yue also had solemn faces, and if they were printed on paper, the effect would be no different than that of bulky bamboo and wood slips.

They exchanged glances with each other, and planned to let someone from the family come as soon as they had the opportunity to negotiate the technology transfer of paper with the Zhao family.

"You're Uncle Guang, aren't you?" Zhao Yun walked up to an old man: "I didn't dare to recognize each other just now." ”

Cai Lun himself was a eunuch in history, and his family gradually withered with Cai Lun's death.

The Cai family in front of him is only in his forties, and his name is Cai Xinguang.

But he has been dealing with corrosive things all year round, and he looks like a sixty-something.

"Thank you, Third Prince!" Cai Xinguang was about to kneel as he spoke.

Zhao Yun was startled, and he hurriedly pulled the old man: "Uncle Guang, you can't help it, if you have something to say, don't get excited." ”

"The third prince is kind, and our family lives very well in Zhending." Cai Xinguang showed a mouth full of yellow teeth and smiled around: "Guys, do you say it?" ”

"Yes!" When some of the listless craftsmen heard this, they shouted in unison: "Thank you, Third Prince!" ”

There was a large number of heads kneeling in the black press, not only Zhao Yun, but even Zhang He, who was holding a paper and fantasizing, was shocked.

Zhang Guangming is just a paper mill manager, and this is not a really fixed range, the emperor is far away, and he deducts wages or something, which shows that there is still a problem with supervision.

Zhao Yun had a good arrangement for the family members of every craftsman who came here, and took out his own private money, or did business or farmed, and almost all of them had good families.

No matter how long Zhang Guangming's hand is, he can't control it, and he doesn't dare to manage it, for fear that his greed for ink will be exposed.

"Pillar, tell me to go down and let the family arrest Zhang Guangming immediately!" Zhao Yun's face sank.

The Zhao family gives Zhao Yun a lot of money every year, he secretly has more industries, and all the money he gets has been invested, and the paper mill is also running with his money.

He just said that everyone's salary has increased tenfold, but on the basis of Zhang Guangming, there is not much money.

Besides, these craftsmen, as long as they arrange their homes, they can even save their lives.

At that moment, Zhao Yun announced that Zhao Mo would improve his food and make a few decent clothes for each craftsman.

The group brought some papers with them, and rushed back to Zhending without stopping. The rest will continue to be shipped back.

At the beginning, in order to find a place for the people who printed this area, Zhao Yun put a lot of effort into it.

Eventually, I found a quiet place in a valley not far from the Master.

It is surrounded by mountains and guarded by the subordinates who have been with you since childhood, so you don't have to worry about safety at all.

Everyone around knows that this is a courtyard of the third son of the Zhao family, but no one has ever understood that printing, one of the four great inventions, is constantly developing in the small valley.

"Third son, I want to die of the old slave." The person in charge is Zhao De, who has served Zhao Yun since he was a child.

He is one or two years older than Zhao Meng this year, because he has a good life, he looks very rich, and others will believe him when he says that he is a small landlord.

Zhao De, who was shy and had a big belly, Zhao Yun introduced to everyone: "This is Uncle De, his old man is here, I can rest assured." ”

Zhang He took the lead, and everyone saluted in unison: "I've seen Uncle De." ”

Zhao De was not very bold, so he hurriedly hid behind Zhao Yun, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay," Zilong laughed: "I haven't seen Uncle De be brave since he was a child, don't scare him." ”

Zhang He didn't care about it, and saw that there were printed books in the hall, and he ran straight up with the fragrance of ink.

At this time, even Cai Mao and the others, who were a little reserved, didn't care about etiquette, ran to the bookshelf, and began to flip through them.

"Where's Brother Fa?" In his previous life, he had seen books that were many times more exquisite than this, and Zhao Yun was already immune, so he couldn't help asking, "You should marry a wife and have children, right?" ”

"Thanks to the blessing of the third son, the old man also has a grandson." Speaking of his son Zhao Fa, Zhao De's already small eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Congratulations, I'll make up for it when I get back." Zhao Yun gently stroked the somewhat messy beard for the old man.

"No," Zhao De was embarrassed: "It's all done by Mrs., and he has been doing things in front of Mrs. all these years." ”

Is it? Zhao Yun was stunned, he didn't seem to see this person on his mother's side, it was estimated that it was the old lady's private grange shop or something, and asked Zhao Fa to take care of it.

He didn't stay long in the courtyard, and after dinner, Zhao Yun asked Zhao De to instruct the craftsman to use a new type of paper.

Movable type printing has long come out, and some people are staring at it, but they are also relieved.

Zhao Yun thought about it, and before leaving, he left a few more parts, so that they could separate their responsibilities and patrol day and night.

As soon as he got home, before he could drink his saliva, Zhao Dezhu came in with a bitter face: "Childe, Zhang Guangming is gone!" ”

"You speak slowly, don't worry!" Zhao Yun's heart sank.

In Zhending, who still dares to take in the Zhao family's subordinates? He wasn't convinced yet.

Who knew that this light did not return to the Zhao family at all, and the last time someone saw him was in the city.

Where is this man? He was in the courtyard of the Zhen family.

There is not only Zhen Xiu, the principal of the Zhen family, but also Kong Rong, who they invited from Mount Tai.

However, the atmosphere in the study was not very good, and it was very solemn.

"You don't have the formula?" Zhen Xiu stared at Zhang Guangming deadly.

Finding a person to manage the paper mill, the Zhen family also understood the power of papermaking.

Who knows that Zhang Guangming is also a little clever, it's okay to let him deduct his salary or something on weekdays, let him understand the processes and materials, it is better to kill him.

"Mr. Wenju, you see this is making trouble." Zhen Xiu originally wanted to take the people of the Kong family directly to the paper mill, but he didn't know that changes occurred in an instant.

If the Kong family announced that the paper mill belonged to theirs, it was estimated that Zhao Yun would have a headache.

That's the family of the Confucian saints, your Zhao family has a Yanzhao Academy, can it be compared with the Kong family?

"It's harmless," Kong Rong waved his hand: "The old man will come to the door tomorrow and ask the Zhao family to hand over the workshop to my family." ”

"Yanzhao Academy is just that, is it comparable to the family studies of the Confucian family in Qufu? When the time comes, send a few masters at will, and the Zhao family will not bother with sacrificing wine and doctors. ”

Do you really dare to think about it? Zhen Xiu was taken aback when he heard this.

The horror of the Zhao family is not clear to others, how can the Zhen family, who is a good family, not know?

People's force value is bursting, provoke the white knife into the red knife out, kill you personally on your back.

Don't look at Zhao Meng's cultivation over the years, if you move the foundation of the rise of the Zhao family, you can try it?

Seeing Kong Rong stomping away with small square steps, Zhen Xiu's face couldn't help but feel gloomy.

(Sanjiang ticket, do you still have readers?) is about to be driven out of the five, Wushan please. ）