After eating the five big and three thick Lu Dacui's stewed python soup, Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu walked out of the courtyard with their stomachs covered.

A large bucket of snake soup, under the persecution of Lu Dacui, Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu both ate it, Yang Xingzhou was fine, Huang Heihu hummed straight, and muttered as he walked: "My mother used to be hungry and scared, but now I'm afraid that we won't be able to eat, so let us eat, oops, I'm going to die!" ”

Heifeng Village is located in the middle of the road, poor mountains and bad waters, planting crops is not enough to eat at all, fortunately there is an official road nearby, it is the only road for people who go out of the customs to pass through the nearby desert, every year there are a large number of merchants passing by nearby, the people of Heifeng Village want to eat, they have to make up their minds on these merchants.

When they encounter a small group of merchants, they rob and rob a large number of businessmen, and the people of Heifeng Village immediately coax, obediently make way for others, and finally send a few people to act as guides for these caravans and earn a few hard-earned money.

Anyway, relying on this official road, everyone in the cottage was hungry and full, barely living, and before Yang Xingzhou crossed, everyone couldn't eat a few meals of meat a year.

Lu Dacui has not eaten enough since she went to Heifeng Village, she has long been hungry and afraid, and now there is still food hidden in her bedroom, as long as she can't see anything to eat, she is restless all day.

At this time, making a meal and letting Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu eat more is also the sequelae of being hungry.

After the two had dinner, they walked together to a courtyard in the middle of the cottage, this courtyard was specially built by Yang Xingzhou for everyone in the cottage, there are a total of three main rooms, two side rooms, the middle hall is the meeting hall, and a long table is placed in the middle of the hall, which Yang Xingzhou asked the carpenters in the village to build.

The table was facing the door, with a tiger skin chair at one end and an empty one end.

At this time, the sides of the long table were already full of people, men and women, old and young.

Among these people, there are several people with unique temperaments, murderous eyes, and a sideways face, and their faces are engraved with the words "I am a robber", which makes people know at a glance that these grandsons must be born as bandits and robbers.

After Yang Xingzhou entered the hall, these people all stood up with a "hula", and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Yang Xingzhou in unison.

"Sit down!"

Yang Xingzhou walked to the tiger skin gold chair and sat down, and glanced at everyone: "Old rules, report yesterday's events!" ”

The thin old man who was sitting in the first position on Yang Xingzhou's left side glanced at Yang Xingzhou when he heard this, slowly took out an account book from his arms, and read: "Yesterday, the paper mill produced thirty carts of paper, and got three hundred taels of silver. Later, he bought eight pieces of cloth for the people in the cottage, as well as 500 catties of fine iron, which cost 38 taels, 300 catties of medicinal materials, which cost 80 taels, and 18 taels for the money for building weapons for the Lu family's blacksmith shop. One in and one out, there are still one hundred and sixty-four taels of silver left......"

This old man's name is Qu Taibai, and he is the biggest strange thing in Heifeng Village, and a few decades ago, when all the teenagers in Heifeng Village were determined to become the most powerful mountain king, Qu Taibai wanted to take the exam and prepare to become an official.

A guy who came out of a bandit's den actually wanted to participate in the examination organized by the imperial court, which was like a guy setting up a stall to take the chengguan exam, revealing such a freshness and refinement, which was different.

The cottage people laughed for a while, and when they saw that he didn't seem to be joking, they all took it seriously.

In this world, there are two things that cannot be ridiculed, one is the background, and the other is the ideal.

Although the people in the cottage are all big and coarse, they also know how difficult it is for the children who grew up in the bandits' dens to eat official meals, and everyone no longer laughs at him, but chooses to help him.

bought books for him, pulled several carts of bamboo slips, and specially brought a poor teacher for him to teach him to read and write.

This song Taibai did not live up to expectations, studied hard for more than ten years, and finally entered the customs with a cover roll, spent money to find an identity, participated in the liberal arts examination of the Dali Dynasty, and the initial results were good.

After that, what he went through, everyone in the cottage didn't know very well, anyway, in the end, this Qu Taibai returned to his hometown, and he returned to the Black Wind Village again, and became Mr. Bookkeeper and Mr. Teacher in the cottage.

The reason why Yang Xingzhou and others were able to read and write was due to Qu Taibai's work.

After Yang Xingzhou became the owner of the village, this Qu Taibai naturally continued to be his bookkeeper, in charge of money and grain, procurement, transactions and other things in the cottage.

After Qu Taibai finished speaking, Yang Xingzhou nodded, turned his head to look at the first middle-aged man on the right: "Is there any movement on the nearby mountain?" ”

This middle-aged man has a white face and a slight beard, and his eyes are thin and long, after hearing Yang Xingzhou's inquiry, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile: "Now because of our paper mill, the people in Tianwangzhai, Evil Tiger Valley, and Wuliang Valley seem to have some ideas. ”

He said to Yang Xingzhou: "In the past, everyone used wood chips or bamboo slips to write things, and the nobles used silk and sheepskin, but after all, it was too cumbersome and the cost was too high. Now the paper is white, light and soft, and ......"

A black-faced man next to him smiled and said, "Lao Wen, when you say that, why do I sound like it's not like paper, but a girl, hahahaha!" ”

Yang Xingzhou's right index finger tapped lightly on the table, and he glanced at the black-faced man lightly.

The black-faced man's laughter came to an abrupt end.

The white-faced young man smiled and continued: "Big boss, you said that you made paper just to wipe your fart. shares, but now the biggest effect of this paper has been with wiping fart. It doesn't matter much, but it has to do with the lives of thousands of scholars in the Great Departure Dynasty, and even everyone in the world! ”

He said to Yang Xingzhou: "This paper-making method is no longer a money-making thing, but a deadly thing!" The big boss, please make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise, the survival of our cottage is only in an instant! ”

This white-faced middle-aged man is called Wen Yuliang, who can be said to be the only few remaining small leaders in the cottage, when the white-clothed swordsman swept the Black Wind Village, Wen Yuliang actually rolled in the feces and urine in order to survive, disgusted the white-clothed swordsman, scolded a few words, and left.

After the white-clothed swordsman left, Wen Yuliang rescued many people in the cottage, and Yang Xingzhou was rescued by him.

Wen Yuliang followed Wen Qubai to Heifeng Village outside, this person has excellent medical skills, people in the cottage have headaches and fevers or something, after finding Wen Yuliang, he guarantees that the medicine will be eliminated, and the effect is incomparable.

Yang Xingzhou has always felt that this guy's city is deep and his background is extraordinary, but since he is a person in the Black Wind Village, he has never had two hearts for many years, and he is his own life-saving benefactor, so after becoming the owner of the village, he handed over the matter of finding out the news to him.

In fact, after the papermaking technique was passed down by Yang Xingzhou, Yang Xingzhou had already considered the influence of these papers.

In this world, most books are still made of bamboo slips, and only very precious literal objects are carried by animal skins and silk.

But one of these things is bulky, the other is luxurious, and there is basically no possibility of popularization, which is why this world culture cannot be spread on a large scale.

The advent of paper can solve a big problem, cheap, lightweight, easy to preserve, and it is also very suitable for writing!

It can be said that the influence of paper on human beings is simply incredible, and from the first day it appeared, it opened the prelude to its permeation of human life.

For such an invention, no discerning ruler will not miss it, and at the beginning of the paper sale, the Black Wind Village became a whirlpool of storms.

After hearing Wen Yuliang's words, Yang Xingzhou smiled and said, "Since this thing is deadly, let's exchange it for some benefits!" ”

His ears moved, he slowly stood up, and said: "The art of papermaking, the merit is in the future, and the benefit is in the future generations, how can our cottage be kept secret?" In this way, get ready, wait for me to enter the customs, rush to Beijing, and dedicate this paper-making technique to today, so that I can have a background! ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a long laugh outside the hospital: "Yang Xingzhou, you think beautifully!" This paper-making method can only be presented to the emperor by us, and you Black Wind Village don't want to enter the customs one step! ”