With a trembling heart and excited hands, Guo Huaiyi finally couldn't calm down and shouted:

"Childe, the last general wants to give it a try and make a piece of paper with his own hands!"

Guo Huaiyi couldn't suppress his excitement and worshiped on the spot, and his eager heart couldn't bear it anymore.

It was in the Chamber of Secrets.

He only saw the paper.

It is precisely because of this that he is desperate to follow Yingcheng to make trouble in Afang Palace, and even His Majesty dares to disobey wherever he is.

All this is because of paper, printing.

These are two supreme divine weapons that are enough to offset all sins.

He believes.

Even if His Majesty wants to blame him, he takes out this stack of papers, and there is no crime at all, not only is there no crime, but he will be rewarded.

Yingcheng wanted to mobilize 500,000 people, and finally mobilized 200,000.

He thought that making a piece of paper would cost a lot.

Yingcheng mobilized 100,000 people to build river embankments, and it was all kinds of robberies, and more than 3,000 craftsmen were robbed.

He thought that the price of making a piece of paper was really big.

Yingcheng let more than 200,000 people embezzle the building materials of Afang Palace and build here day and night.

He thought that the cost of making a piece of paper was unimaginable.

But now.

Witnessed the whole process with my own eyes, a piece of wood...... From crushing, boiling, drumming, stirring, and finally scooping in the pool with that gentle gauze, and then putting it on the hot kang that roasts.

A piece of paper...... It turned out to be formed.

It's so simple.

So simple that he thought he could do it.

It doesn't cost much at all.

How much is a piece of wood?

Ten dollars can buy ten.

There are so many woods in Shanglin Yuan, backed by the boundless Nanshan Mountain, and there are countless inexhaustible woods.

And that piece of wood, it is impossible to calculate how many such sheets of paper can be made.

Really, so excited.

He wanted to make a stack of paper with his own hands, and now, nothing could be more important.

Yingcheng smiled, picked up a stack of cut papers, put them on Guo Huaiyi's face, and said with a smile:

"You are a general with a bright future, and it is not a problem to lead an army alone with your ability!

It's time to do what you're supposed to do, do you want to guard this broken paper workshop? ”

"Relying on papermaking to seal the official into the knighthood, you have to think clearly, don't turn the end upside down!"

"If you can think it through, come out and I'll give you an idea, that's the most important thing for you at the moment."

Saying that, Yingcheng walked out of the long grass shed directly, not giving Guo Huaiyi the opportunity to experience it himself.

Blind excited, excited!

Guo Huaiyi saw that Yingcheng was leaving, he glanced back in his mind, turned his head with great difficulty, and quickly followed Yingcheng out with the cut paper.

"Childe, Childe, the last general really wants to try!" Guo Huaiyi still has a heart to try.

If he doesn't try, he feels that his whole life is gray and will be missing an extremely wonderful stroke.

Yingcheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Didn't you hand your majesty a piece of paper?" ”

Guo Huaiyi was stunned, you didn't ask me to hand it over, now I have to find the account?

"Well, the last general did present the paper written in the secret room that day to His Majesty!" Guo Huaiyi muttered back.

Yingcheng smiled and said mysteriously: "This time you have made a lot of contributions, Your Majesty will definitely reward you, if I were you, I would ask Your Majesty for that piece of paper back!" ”

"Uh, ask for that piece of paper?" Guo Huaiyi looked at Yingcheng suspiciously, not understanding what Yingcheng meant.

He wrote the piece of paper and handed it to His Majesty.

Maybe it's buried in a pile of papers now, and I can't find it.

Going to ask for it back?

Looking at Guo Huaiyi's expression, Yingcheng knew that Guo Huaiyi didn't understand at all that the value of that piece of paper was also solemnly patted Guo Huaiyi's arm and said with a smile:

"Ten years from now, if someone asks you to buy that piece of paper for 100 gold, I suggest you don't sell it!"

"Fifty years from now, if someone asks you to buy that piece of paper for a thousand gold, I suggest you don't sell it!"

"A hundred years later, if you are still alive, or if you are dead, leave a message to your children and grandchildren, and if your Guo family is still glorious, keep it for another hundred years.

If your Guo family has no glory, then sell it decisively! ”

"Childe, childe, that piece of paper, it's very valuable?" Guo Huaiyi originally wanted to experience the heart of papermaking in person, but he was instantly attracted by Yingcheng's words.

"Hahaha!" Yingcheng flicked his sleeves and left laughing, and didn't understand, but said: "The advent of the first piece of paper, it was written by you Guo Huaiyi." ”

After that, Yingcheng went away leisurely.

"Childe, Childe, wait for me!" Guo Huaiyi's eyes flashed with a strange light.

It's just that he's confused!

The papermaking technique was so simple that he could see at a glance that the paper in the future must be worthless, and there would be countless more.

But.

Why would anyone want to spend so much money on that piece of paper?

Is there too much money?

Strange though.

But Guo Huaiyi still secretly kept this sentence in his heart.

Because this sentence was said by the genius in front of him.

Soon.

Yingcheng came to the printing shop.

A slender promenade room.

It's still under construction, but here, enough rooms have been built to use it now.

That's already okay.

The difficulty of printing is not in the mold, the plate mold and other things.

It's ink.

Normally, ordinary ink on the paper, will spread the ink, the smaller the word, it is very likely that the printed word will become a lump.

But.

If you add tung oil, sesame oil, and grease oil to the ink, you can solve this problem well.

If you want to protect the printing process, the first thing is to protect the ink with convenience.

Yingcheng naturally separated these two processes, unified the ink adjustment, and then issued them in turn.

And after the ink is adjusted.

Yingcheng continued to teach.

The whole process is at one workstation, and naturally it is impossible to step by step.

One printing table per person, in shifts, plus three auxiliaries.

Just keep printing day and night.

He didn't want a book, but a hundred thousand, a million, or even a million copies of the same book.

There is no need to replace the movable type plate mold at all, one plate is enough to use the old.

So.

Instead, the focus of printing became that of the coppersmiths and blacksmiths who poured the molds.

To more, to many, many movable type molds.

Of course.

Under the current conditions, it is impossible to make movable type printing plate molds that are less than one centimeter.

If you do that, you will simply embarrass yourself and others.

As long as it was a little smaller than the words written, he was already satisfied.

Meantime.

For all the text of the printing plate, he did not use official scripts, let alone simplified characters, but all used small seals.

The reason why he wants to print many, many books now is not to let people read and write, but to promote Qin culture.

Soon.

Yingcheng ended the teaching work of the printing workshop.

Continuing to the small tube room, the application of the small tube can quickly improve the writing efficiency, save the cost of writing, and have nothing to do.

After basically doing it, Yingcheng found a tent to sleep.

Since the assassination of the third watch in the middle of the night, he didn't want to walk in the middle of the night, at least it would give him more security during the day.