Peng Yi's matter came to an end, and at the end of the sixteenth year of Jian'an and the beginning of the seventeenth year, the whole Yizhou was relatively calm.

After half a year of pacification, the Jingzhou scholars established their dominant position in Yizhou, and the Dongzhou scholars were significantly reused, and some of them were even entrusted with important positions. The indigenous scholars of Yizhou have been unable to set off any major storms after a double offensive of suppression and co-optation, and talented indigenous representatives such as Huang Quan and Zhang Ren have also occupied a place in Liu Bei's group.

In short, after half a year of integration, Yizhou has initially formed a climate in which the people do their best, the people do their best, and the government is harmonious.

And Fang Shao, in addition to participating in the decision-making of some major matters and teaching the eldest son Adou to study, is nothing more than studying his papermaking plan at home every day.

After surviving the cold winter, it finally ushered in the spring of Sichuan bamboo growth, and the bamboo shoots all over the mountains provide the best raw materials for the manufacture of bamboo paper.

On this day in February, Fang Shao was chatting with Zhuge Rong in the courtyard, when suddenly an old craftsman rushed over, held a rather smooth piece of paper tremblingly, and shouted happily: "It's done, it's done!" ”

Fang Shao jumped up, held the bamboo paper that was still with the residual temperature of baking in his hand, and carefully observed and touched, although there is still a big gap between this paper and modern paper, but in terms of color and smoothness, it is far beyond Cai Lun paper, it is obvious that he succeeded.

"Madam, you see, I have succeeded in making this paper!"

Fang Shao carefully handed the first piece of bamboo paper to Zhuge Rong's hand, with irrepressible joy on his face. In the eyes of a politician, this piece of bamboo paper may be insignificant, but as a traverser, Fang Shao clearly knows how heavy this piece of tissue paper is.

It is this piece of paper, when it is popularized throughout the country, at least the development progress of Chinese civilization will be increased by hundreds of years. Of course, this kind of change is neither vigorous nor magnificent, and even looking at the world, perhaps only Fang Shao can appreciate its extraordinary.

"Is this paper made of those things you designed, husband? It's really smooth, much better than Cai Lun paper, husband, congratulations, you spent months of hard work, and finally succeeded. ”

Zhuge Rong's face was also gratified, but what she was pleased with was not the great significance of the invention of bamboo paper, but the satisfaction that her husband had finally completed it after putting in a lot of effort.

"According to the craftsmanship of this piece of paper, make more and present it to the lord another day, he will be very surprised."

So, Fang Shao led those craftsmen to work overnight, working overtime to make this bamboo paper.

In fact, the process of making paper is not complicated, first of all, select a suitable young bamboo, cut it into a bamboo tube of nearly two meters, and then break it into a two-centimeter-wide grid, bundle it into a handful, put it into the lake, and then sprinkle layers of lime and soak it in water.

After soaking for several months, the rotten bamboo hemp is removed and boiled in a large pot to make it mature. Then put the clinker into the stone mortar and pound it carefully, and the paper material is produced through this process. Then put the paper stock into a large sink, add the paper medicine and stir well, and use a movable paper curtain to make paper in the sink. The paper stock on the curtain is then pressed upside down to form layers of wet paper piles and the water in them is squeezed dry. Finally, the wet paper is separated one by one and pasted on the baking wall to dry, so that a smooth and clean bamboo paper is produced.

Although the method of making bamboo paper recorded in "Tiangong Kaiwu" seems simple, each of the processes, such as the soaking time, the amount of lime, the temperature of baking, and even the technology of making paper, must be formed after a long period of exploration. Therefore, since Fang Shao opened the furnace in his own yard, it took a full winter to successfully make the first piece of bamboo paper.

Seven days later, Fang Shao made more than 100 pieces of paper, and then took these newly made bamboo papers to the state capital to present to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei He had seen paper with such a smooth texture, and he couldn't help but be amazed, so he hurriedly passed Zhuge Liang, Zhang Fei and others into the house to see the freshness.

"Zhongzheng, how did you make this paper, it feels smoother than a silk book."

Zhang Fei's freshness of this bamboo paper seems to be far stronger than that of everyone else, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand and touching it, looking like he can't put it down.

Fang Shao then roughly explained the method of making paper, and Zhuge Liang asked with a smile: "This method of making paper from bamboo is also quite fresh, I don't know why Zhongzheng suddenly remembered to make paper." ”

"I think the lord is now the time to use money, if you and the ordinary people pay more taxes, it will inevitably increase their burden, and the powerful people have a huge amount of money, some are money, if the lord will make paper, such a good paper, those rich people are naturally rushing to buy, so that it can not only add a new source of income for the treasury, but also make people enjoy the convenience of writing when they are writing, so I thought about it, and I figured out this way to improve papermaking, but I didn't expect it to be really successful for me."

Even a visionary like Zhuge Liang may not understand the true meaning of paper, so Fang Shao can only explain his motives for the most popular reasons.

However, this time Liu Bei's spirit was lifted, and he said excitedly: "Listen to you, the cost of this paper should be far cheaper than bamboo, and it is more convenient to use. ”

Zhang Fei nodded and said, "Well, yes, this paper feels good, but I don't know if it is just as easy to write." ”

Zhuge Liang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Yide, aren't you good at calligraphy, why don't you give us a few strokes on the spot, first, let me wait to see your pen power, and second, verify the quality of this paper." ”

Liu Bei also said: "What the military advisor said is very true, Yide, I haven't seen your calligraphy for a long time, and I don't know if I have improved a lot, so show us a hand." ”

Zhang Fei saw that everyone was very interested, so he didn't shirk it, and said proudly: "Okay, then I'll be ugly, bring pen and ink." ”

The attendants hurriedly took the best pen and ink, Zhang Fei rolled up his sleeves, stood up, picked up the pen with his thick arms, and swayed it on the bamboo paper.

Fang Shao also watched with great interest, he had heard that Zhang Fei was good at calligraphy before, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Don't look at Zhang Fei's broad shoulders and round waist, he is usually used to holding knives and guns, and now he picks up a thin brush, how can he really make people feel a little awkward, but the words written under the pen are exquisite and strange, although Fang Shao does not know calligraphy, but he can also see that Zhang Fei's calligraphy foundation is not ordinarily deep.

The pen walks between the dragon and the snake, and the four handsome and timeless, but there is no lack of majestic big characters.

"Big-Han-male-wind, good words, really good words!"

Liu Bei was the first to applaud, and the rest of the people also praised it, and Fang Shao really didn't expect Zhang Fei to be a martial artist who could write such a good hand, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yide, who was named with the face of a tiger wolf.

This is the first four words written on the bamboo paper invented by Fang Shao, which is very commemorative, Fang Shao said: "General Yide, I don't know if this word can be given to Shao?" ”

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "It's just ugly words, Zhongzheng you want to take it, but it can't be given to you in vain, I want to exchange this stack of papers." ”

Fang Shao was stunned, looking a little embarrassed, after all, this paper was dedicated to Liu Bei, so he couldn't come back.

Liu Bei laughed and said, "Yide is good at calligraphy, this paper is exactly what he can use, so you can take it." ”

Zhang Feile said: "Then I'm welcome, hehe, this is really a baby." ”

After this dedication, Liu Bei decided to make paper.

And when Liu Bei, who was in Chengdu, was getting more and more smooth, in the far north, in the cold palace, his nephew was frowning and spending his time like a year.

All these troubles made him restless, and in his frustration, he scratched his hair fiercely, only to find that the strands of hair that had been torn between his fingers were as white as snow.

"Well, there are a lot of gray hairs." He looked at the white hair in his hand, shook his head and sighed bitterly.

Now he is only in his early thirties, and it is the peak of spring and autumn, but most of his hair has withered white.

He is Liu Xie, the son of heaven of today's Han Dynasty, the proud son of heaven, the honor of the Ninety-Five, and His Majesty the Emperor...... There are countless dazzling halos on his head, his ancestors created the greatest dynasty, however, the inheritance of four hundred years has been passed down here, but he does not feel any glory, he only endures endless humiliation and loneliness.

Liu Xie picked up a piece of music on the case, and looked at it reluctantly, he knew that there would be nothing good in the music, because he had lost the power to approve the chapter a long time ago, and many things were reviewed by the prime minister of the Han Dynasty on his behalf, and only when his prime minister planned to ask him for power and name, he would touch this long-lost chapter.

Sure enough, it was another piece of music that persuaded him to give Cao Ying the title of Duke of Wei, and this was the third such piece he had received since the beginning of spring.

It was these movements that made Liu Xie fall into a deeper panic, because the title of Guogong was very different from that of an official position such as prime minister. Although the prime minister is already a very popular minister, he nominally belongs to Hanchen after all. After the feudal duke, he had the power to divide the territory and establish himself as a hundred officials. For more than 400 years of the Han Dynasty, only when Gaozu founded the country and the rise of Guangwu Zhongxing, he had been crowned the prince of the country, and now if he was crowned the prince of Cao Ying, the next step would be the king, and then the next step, what else could he be sealed?

Liu Xie suddenly found that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff, and there were few steps back to retreat.

Just as Liu Xie was sighing bitterly, the palace people who were close to him came to whisper a few words in his ear, Liu Xie's eyes lit up, and he seemed to flash a little hope, and he said in a low voice: "What are you waiting for, please invite Xun Qing to come in." ”

(To be continued)