As soon as he thought of this, Ying Changsheng had a headache.

But at this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

That's right.

Ordinary means must not be used.

You could use something special!

For example, if Brother Zheng knows what kind of bastard Zhao Gao is, then, in this way, Brother Zheng will definitely not tolerate Zhao Gao!

As for how to make Brother Zheng believe his words?

Ying Changsheng thought about it for a while, and then found a bamboo slip, and then used a brush to start writing a letter to Brother Zheng.

After writing a letter, Ying Changsheng rolled up the bamboo slips, then tied them with a cowhide rope, and then shouted to the side.

"Yan Yi!"

"Belonging!"

Outside the hall, Yan Yi walked in quickly, and then bowed to Ying Changsheng.

"Take this letter with you immediately and send it to your father!"

"Yes!"

Yan shook his head, and then, took the letter written by Ying Changsheng, as well as the black material about Zhao Gao that he had collected, left in a hurry, and rode his horse to the east.

……

"Bamboo slips, it's really inconvenient to use!"

At the same time, Ying Changsheng, who had just written a letter with the bamboo slips of the Qin Dynasty, couldn't help but sigh.

The bamboo slip is really not easy to use, the cost is high, and you have to use a cowhide rope to string it up, which is very troublesome, and the durability is not too good, because the cowhide rope wearing the bamboo slip will wear out and break if used for a long time.

Moreover, it is not convenient to write.

Bamboo slips are written and have been ink absorbent for too long.

Therefore, some bamboo slips in these years do not even use pen and ink to write, but use a knife to engrave words, probably, which is also the origin of the name of the knife and pen in later generations.

Best of all, it's too bulky!

A bamboo slip can only write a dozen words, and a roll of bamboo slips can only write a few hundred words.

Compared to thin and light paper.

The gap is too big!

Thinking of this, Ying Changsheng couldn't help but look at his own people's minds.

[System Backpack: National Fortune Value 100, Papermaking Technique*1, Steel Smelting Technology*1]

Iron and steel smelting, for Win Changsheng, is not in a hurry for the time being, not to mention, iron ore and coal mines have not yet been found, and they will not be able to carry out for a while.

And this papermaking technique is quite simple.

Technically, it's not too difficult.

Moreover, living in Daqin, I have been living for some days, and I am very clear about the inconvenience of not having paper.

Sensei said something else.

Daqin has no paper at the moment, and he usually wants to wipe his ass after going to the toilet.

It's also a bit of a hassle.

After all, the Qin Dynasty used toilet chips, which is really difficult to accept for modern people who are used to post-paper.

Thinking of this, Win Changsheng should even decide.

Paper!

As for the place where the paper is made?

Of course, it's still the Imperial Garden!

At this time, the Imperial Garden of Xianyang Palace in Daqin has become a base for winning Changsheng's nonsense.

So, after making up your mind.

Ying Changsheng immediately commanded the eunuch on the side.

"Immediately go to Ben Gongzi, find some people to come over, let them send people to the imperial garden, and prepare some mulberry hemp, tree bark, rags and other things by the way!"

"Nineteen sons, what do you want these to ......?"

The eunuch was a little confused, so he just felt that it was really inappropriate to get these things in the palace.

But immediately, Ying Changsheng looked at him coldly.

"What is this son doing, and I have to consult with a slave like you?"

"Don't dare, the slave and the maid are guilty, the slave and the slave are guilty, and the slave and maid will go down and prepare for ......"

This eunuch was frightened enough by Ying Changsheng, and hurriedly went down to prepare.

Not long after, when Ying Changsheng appeared in the Imperial Garden, at this moment, everything he wanted had already been prepared.

As he commanded, the craftsmen who had been called in also began to soak the mulberry forests and rags, and then mash and cut them into pulp.

I'm busy.

There was a report outside.

"The nineteenth son, the eldest son, and General Wang asked to see ......"

"Let them in!"

Win Changsheng waved his hand.

Not long after, Wang Jian and Fusu were brought here.

As soon as he came in, seeing Ying Changsheng directing the craftsmen to do things, Fu Su couldn't help but frown, and he said to Ying Changsheng.

"Nineteenth brother, my father asked you to supervise the country, and if you don't go to the court, it's just that, how can you toss around with a group of craftsmen in this imperial garden?"

"I'm not a fool!"

Ying Changsheng waved his hand and said, looking at the confidence flashing on his little face, Wang Jian couldn't help but wonder, he hurriedly asked.

"Nineteen sons, what did you make?"

"Paper!"

Win Changsheng explained.

"Paper?"

Wang Jian and Fusu looked at each other, obviously not knowing what this thing was.

At the same time, as it dried, the first sheet of paper had been removed from the light gauze that had been fixed to the frame.

"This is it!"

"This is paper!"

Fusu suddenly understood, and then, he reached out and touched it, and couldn't help frowning.

"But what's the use of this thing? And it doesn't look like it's too sturdy, it's not like it's a ...... that can make clothes."

"Nineteen sons, dare to ask what is the use of this thing?"

Wang Jian also asked at the right time.

"Come on, get pen and ink!"

Ying Changsheng shouted to the side.

The eunuch, the chief keeper of the Imperial Garden, ran over with pen and ink in his hand.

Immediately, I saw Ying Changsheng, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote his name on the paper!

"This thing is for writing!"

Fusu and Wang Jian suddenly understood.

Immediately, I only heard Fusu say.

"Changsheng, this thing is used for writing, but there is no need, I have bamboo slips to use in Daqin, and I don't need this paper!"

"Big brother, let's find out the cost of these things first!"

Ying Changsheng said with a smile.

"How?"

Fusu was stunned.

"The cost of this thing is much lower than that of bamboo slips!"

Ying Changshengyun said lightly.

Just this sentence instantly shocked Fusu.

Because, the reason why he didn't pay attention to this paper just now was purely because he regarded this thing as something similar to silk silk, which was expensive and could be used for writing.

But I never expected that the price of this thing would be so low.

Lower than bamboo slips?

For a while, Fusu couldn't help rubbing his hand, the thin paper, and in an instant, he was overjoyed.

"Then, this thing is really a great weapon!"

"Indeed!"

Wang Jian was also pleasantly surprised.

Although he is a military general, he can also see the wonderful use of paper.

Not to mention anything else, just the lightness of this thing, coupled with his low cost, is enough to make people love.

"This thing must be produced quickly, if the effect is good, Daqin will fully switch to this paper in the future, instead of using bamboo slips!"

After thinking about it for a while, Fusu said to Ying Changsheng.

The Great Qin Bureau, no matter how big or small, all the documents are written in bamboo slips, not to mention the weight, and it also takes up space, and the cases accumulated over the past dynasties are almost piled up in the warehouse, and so use paper.