At dusk.

Dozens of fast horses rushed out of the four city gates of Xinzheng in the east, south, west and north.

On the tower of the East City Gate, the man who had delivered a letter to Zhang Liang was holding the wall tiles and calmly watching the galloping horses under the city gate.

"Lord County Shou, do you want to restrict the Zhang family from traveling?"

Behind him, an officer in dark armor clenched his fists for instructions.

The man was called the county guard by the officer, and this day was the eighth day that the man came to Xinzheng.

Just eight days after arriving in Xinzheng, the man who had been the county guard of Xinzheng smiled and shook his head, patted the dust on his sleeve, and turned around to go down the city tower.

"Not necessarily."

"Yui."

Xinzheng Junshou touched his chin, and there was an expectant look in his eyes.

Gongzi was afraid that the previous county guard would send troops against your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the county guard of Xinzheng.

I'm not here to limit you, but to let you play to your fullest.

Before entering the mansion, you are called a wise man, Zhang Liang, don't live up to your son's expectations of you.

In March, you have to hold on for two months to be worthy of the name of the wise man.

Zhang's secret room.

Zhang Liang's footsteps were steady and he arrived without hurrying.

When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang present, they all stood up to show their respect - since ancient times, it is the uncle who gives money.

Zhang Liang had a faint smile on his face, and the humble gentleman was as gentle as jade, first greeted the princes how they were doing these days, and cared about the lives of the craftsmen.

A few words warmed the hearts of the craftsmen, and they said again and again that everything was fine in Zhang's house and there was no discomfort.

Zhang Liang nodded.

"That's fine, if you have any needs, please tell me, and I will do my best to solve them."

After greetings, Zhang Liang did not pretend to pass by by by accidentally, but said very frankly: "I heard that Zhugong has made progress on paper, can you let Liang take a look?"

When the craftsmen heard this, it was supposed to be a link to invite merit and reward, but they all showed a trace of embarrassment, and they couldn't open their mouths when they spoke.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang was a little disappointed in his heart, this didn't look like there was progress.

He smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, it's not even ten days." It is difficult to restore the public with only a piece of paper. It was a bad conscience, and he believed the servant's nonsense, and he punished him. ”

After saying the words of relief, Zhang Liang was about to turn around and leave, his staying here would only embarrass the craftsmen.

"Childe and slow!"

The old craftsman, who was quite prestigious among the craftsmen, stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang stopped and said to the old craftsman gently: "Is there anything else to do?"

The old craftsman sighed and looked around at the craftsmen present.

"There is indeed progress, Childe, please see!"

The old craftsman took out a piece of paper the size of an adult's palm, pale green, and as thin as a cicada's wing, from under the table.

The surface is slightly rough when touched by hand, and it is 95% similar to the sample paper except for the color.

Zhang Liang looked at it fixedly, and quickly stepped forward and pounced on the table.

Touching the paper with his hand, turning the paper over and over again, feeling the weight that can hardly be felt in his hand, Zhang Liang, who has always been calm, has a surprise glint in his eyes.

"Pen!"

The servant handed the brush dipped in thick ink to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang splashed ink and wrote the word "Han" in Korean characters on the green paper.

The ink stains condensed but did not disperse, and they were so clear on the green paper that Zhang Liang's face was even more happy.

"Okay, this paper can also be tied to the bird's feet to convey the message!"

Zhang Liang was elated, but the craftsmen around him were all sneering and unhappy.

"I don't know which one of you is working on, this paper process can be complicated, how much can be produced in a day?"

Zhang Liang determined the quality of green paper and immediately cared about the output of green paper.

But no matter how much green paper is produced or how little, Zhang Liang is already very satisfied.

Multi, can completely replace the horse message.

Less, that's only for important information.

Zhang Liang didn't think about the cost at all.

The things he gave to these craftsmen these days were converted into half a gold in money.

The amount of half gold is a lot of money for ordinary people, and it is a hairy tip for the Zhang family.

exchanged half a dollar for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm, and the Zhang family could afford it.

The old craftsman was about to speak, when a tall and eight-foot-tall craftsman spoke first.

"It's very complicated, I waited for these eight days of hard work to recover the paper that Childe said. Now that the steps are known, papermaking is not so difficult.

"If Childe wants it, I'll wait for five days to make one. Childe once said that on the day the paper was completed, he would give us and others 100 gold. Now that the paper is made, where is the gold? ”

Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at the servant behind him with his spare eyes, and said, "Tell the account office to get 5,000 gold, I want to ......"

"Bastard!"

The old craftsman didn't wait for Zhang Liang to finish speaking, a pair of white eyebrows were upside down, his beard was open, and he lifted the crutches in his hand and smashed it at the tall craftsman.

The crutches were waved in the air to eliminate the sound of breaking the air, which showed that this time was not a joke.

Zhang Liang stood beside the old craftsman, his eyes were quick, he grabbed the wrist of the old craftsman's crutches and snatched the crutches from the old craftsman's hand.

"What do you mean, sir?"

The old craftsman gasped and angrily pointed at the tall craftsman, and then at all the craftsmen around him.

Most of the craftsmen who were pointed at by the old man's fingers lowered their heads, and their faces were full of embarrassment.

"The face of the craftsman is all lost! The contract clearly states that if you can imitate the paper, the Zhang family will give me and one hundred gold. What does this green paper have to do with you? What kind of face do you have to ask the Zhang family to come up with five thousand gold ......?"

The old craftsman was so angry that he spat and scolded, and all the craftsmen present scolded him.

Zhang Liang finally knew the cause and effect of the old man's scolding.

It turned out that this green paper was not made by these craftsmen present, but by a Mojia ranger who passed by Xinzheng.

It was almost impossible to reverse the manufacturing process from a very small piece of sample paper.

The craftsmen studied for several days, but made no progress, frowning at the small piece of sample paper, and spent more and more time in a daze.

The tall craftsman went out for a walk, and was intercepted and robbed by a land scoundrel in a small alley.

Fortunately, a Mo ranger passed by, took action and rescued the tall craftsman.

For the rest of his life, the tall craftsman wanted to invite the ranger to a brothel to repay the favor, and the ranger readily agreed.

The two of them pushed the cup and changed the lamp, you respect me, Xu is drunk, and the ranger's action is too big, and an object falls from his arms.

When the tall craftsman saw it, he was drunk and immediately lost three points, and it was actually a piece of paper, a piece of paper that was not much different from the paper he had seen in the past few days, except for the color.

The tall craftsman immediately asked what the green paper was, which he had never seen before, and might have given it to him.

The Ranger shook his head in refusal.

Just when the tall craftsman was lost, the ranger said that he couldn't give green paper not because green paper was expensive, but because he was away and had no time to make paper.

He told the tall craftsman about the green paper making materials and production process, and after the tall craftsman sent the ranger away, he came back to inform the craftsmen.

Everyone tried it, and they really made green paper.

When the servants saw this scene, they immediately rushed to report to Zhang Liang, which led to this scene.

Zhang Liang heard the raw materials for making green paper from the old craftsman's scolding words, and hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who had not scolded enough, and said, "This paper can be made with bamboo?"

The old craftsman's anger did not subside, but in the face of Zhang Liang of the Zhang family, he still tried his best to hide the anger on his face, and said as calmly as possible: "Yes."

"Is there a limit to the type of bamboo?"

"Moso bamboo."

Moso bamboo is not an expensive bamboo, planting is very common, Zhang Liangxi is colorful.

Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another piece of good news.

"With the production process given by the ranger, it should not be necessary to make bamboo, such as hemp, bark, solid wood and other things."

Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman, his eyes shining.

"How sure is my husband?"

"Ninety percent."

"Good! Then as soon as I did the matter here, I asked my husband to supervise it, why hasn't the 5,000 gold been delivered yet? ”

Zhang Liang's words were interrupted, and the servant stood in place and did not speak for Zhang Liang.

Hearing Zhang Liang say this now, the two trembled, and his lips trembled.

"Small, villain, yet, haven't said it yet."

"Then don't go yet!"

"Yui!"

The old craftsman didn't stop it this time, but waited for the servant to run away in a panic and said with a ashamed face: "This is not my work, I can't receive this 5,000 gold!"

Zhang Liang asked the old craftsman to take out the contract, and the old craftsman did it.

Zhang Liang pointed to the three big words "imitation paper" written on the contract.

"As long as you can imitate the paper, no matter how you imitate it, the Zhang family will give you a hundred gold."

The old craftsman wept excitedly and fell to the ground.

"Shame on you!"

Soon, the one hundred gold distributed by the Zhang family fell into each craftsman's bag.

Zhang Liang urged the craftsmen to work hard, and after stepping up the production of paper, he left here.

The cracking of the paper means a significant update of intelligence information, which means that the time for Zhang Liang to obtain information has increased tenfold, which means that Zhang Liang has to rearrange many things.

The craftsmen counted their 100 gold over and over again, and there was a feeling of dreaming.

"Remember, don't play some tricks in front of a behemoth like the Zhang family! Although 100 gold is good, it also needs to have a life to spend it! ”

Seeing that everyone looked excited, the old craftsman slammed his crutches and admonished sharply.

After being reminded by the old craftsman, all the craftsmen realized that they had just turned around the ghost gate, and they were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

Especially the tall craftsman who brought back the green paper making process and lied to Zhang Liang, the whole person seemed to be carried out in water.

If the old craftsman hadn't stopped him just now, he had deceived Zhang Liang, which would be equivalent to deceiving the Zhang family.

In Korea, if civilians like them dare to deceive the Zhang family, they don't know how to die.

Handi, Yiyang.

On one street, there are dozens of pedestrians, moving in and out of the various shops.

This street is a concentration of wine shops, brothels, and inns, and a large number of outsiders gather.

Lü Buwei sat in the carriage and asked the driver to park the carriage outside the Lü's inn and wait quietly.

After a while, a ranger dressed in a Mo family costume walked out of it and knocked on Lü Buwei's carriage.

"Merchant?"

Lü Buwei lifted the curtain, exposing his face to the ranger's line of sight.

Only then did the ranger relax and board the carriage.

After entering the carriage, the ranger was stunned.

"The general Lu Gong was also sent? Is this matter so important? ”

Like an ordinary old man, Lu Goujian smiled kindly.

"You can come, Gou Jian is also very surprised, you are the most cautious one among the Mo family giants that Gou Jian knows."

"Lu Gong laughed, I'm not good at fighting, I can only be cautious on weekdays. But with Lu Gong by his side, this trip to South Korea can sit back and relax. ”

When Lu Buwei heard the ranger say that he was not good at fighting, he laughed directly.

"Of the hundreds of schools, your Mo family is the most capable of fighting."

"It is Chu Mo who can fight, I am from Qin Mo, what I am good at is manufacturing and research, not the courage of a horseman."

Since the death of Mozi, the founder of the Mo family and the first giant son, it has been divided into three.

One into Qi, inherited the culture of the Mo family, eloquence is not weak in the famous family, vertical and horizontal family, known as Qi Mo.

One entered Qin, inherited the Mo family's mechanism and manufacturing skills, and was the behind-the-scenes hero of Qin's weapons leading the six countries, known as Qin Mo.

One entered Chu, inherited the spirit of the Mo family, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, acted chivalrous and righteous, and became a chivalrous man with strong martial arts, known as Chu Mo.

The three inks have been doing their own thing for hundreds of years.

"A Chu Mo wearing a ranger costume, but he thinks of himself as Qin Mo. If you want to be heard by the king, you will regret helping you unify the three inks and achieve your position as a giant. ”

Lu Buwei said with a smile.

If his words were to get out, it would cause a great earthquake in the world.

Sanmo was reunited into the Mo family, and the Mo family reappeared as a giant, and the Mo family, which was known as the world's leading scholar with Confucianism, saw the light of day again.

"It's nothing good to be a giant, there are so many things to take care of, I don't have time to make research."

"You deserve the nickname of a scientist."

Lu Buwei said with a wry smile.

He sometimes envies scientists, why he only thinks about research when he has such a huge force.

Qin Mo, Qi Mo, and Chu Mo are synthesized into a Mo family, and this force is extremely powerful.

Historically, the Mohists were a doctrine that truly participated in the wars between princes in addition to the soldiers and decided the outcome of the battle.

In one sentence, you can understand how powerful the Mo family is, and the Mo family has a private army exclusive to the Mo family, the kind that can fight.

"Don't talk about this, I've already been to Xinzheng and passed on the papermaking technology. The gentleman said that I came to Korea this time mainly with you, so Lu Gong, what arrangements do I have next? ”

"Don't you ask why the gentleman passed on the papermaking technology to Zhang Liang?"

"I'm not interested, I just hope that Gong Lu will be less playful. Don't be like you, Xianyang firearms technology has not yet broken through. ”

"Don't worry, I'll deal with Han Di as quickly as possible, the fish has already been baited. You're here just in time, and the speed can be much faster......"

The carriage drove slowly until it disappeared into the street.

On the streets of Yiyang, in a few days, there were more than 20 more blacksmith shops.

……

Outside the city of Xianyang.

After interrogating the driver who had been with Wei Yu for a long time, Ying Chengcheng didn't ask anything.

It's not that Ying Chengcheng can't knock on the driver's mouth, but that the driver really doesn't know where Wei Yu went.

"Your Majesty, what should you do?"

"Let it go."

Ying Chengcheng said impatiently, everyone can hear that he is in a bad mood.

didn't block Wei Yi, which made Ying Chengcheng very unhappy.

"Go back to your own house, find your mother."

All the secret guards saluted with their fists and left one after another.

Ying Chengyun looked at the people who were sleeping soundly, and said to the driver who was still trembling and scared that he was still surviving: "Wake them all up, and Wei Yi came back and told Wei Yi that he won this game." Since Xianyang joined the association, such a long distance, I played slowly with him. ”

At this time, Yu Yu, who Ying Cheng was looking for, was walking in Xianyang Palace under the guidance of Zhao Gao.

A group of officers passed by with torches and saw the two of them.

The leader showed an apologetic expression to Zhao Gao, and said very firmly: "Password!"

"Bingge."

"Farewell to Lord Chefuling."

A team of Lang officials passed by Zhao Gao and left, with a complete formation and a well-trained march.

The warmth of the flame passed past the two of them.

Mercury poured into the ground, and the hazy night made the originally clear world no longer so clear.

Good and evil are one, and yin and yang intersect.

Those who used to hate each other may also be able to live together.

"And the white dove?"

Wei Yu was behind Zhao Gao and said in words that only Zhao Gao could hear.

"Yes."

Zhao Gao replied quietly, and the voice was also only heard by the lieutenant behind him.

Zhao Gao's answer was quick.

There is no time for surprise, hesitation, or reflection.

"You can let it go, I should have been attacked by this time."

This time, Zhao Gao did not respond immediately, but only said after walking more than ten steps: "Grasp it."

Wei Yi's chin and white beard moved lightly, and he said softly: "Ten percent, I never missed it."

"Okay."

The two continued on their way.

At night, I can't tell whether it's a person or a ghost.

Ganquan Palace, sleeping palace.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, who was already asleep, suddenly felt that someone had broken in.

She opened her eyes and ripped the clothes off her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones, and lifted the curtain to look down.

At a glance, she immediately broke her skills, silently pulled back her shoulder clothes, sat up straight, and said very majestically: "Why are you."

There is a woman in iron armor on her face, holding a white dove in her hand.

"You can kill Chang'anjun today."

(End of chapter)