Time into January, more and more people come to Xiaolongkan to buy goods, there are nearby villages, there are stone towns, and some merchants from farther away, who have taken a long way to buy goods in Xiaolongkan.

Headscarves are not difficult to make, but within a month, some people in the town's cloth shops have imitated the style of headscarves to make more affordable headscarves.

Fortunately, Gu Lan was prepared, after all, this is not a complicated process, and it is a matter of time before someone plagiarizes the idea.

She also taught the women in the village to weave knots, all kinds of knots, worn on the hands, hanging on the belt, all kinds, these Chinese knots woven with cloth ropes attracted the attention of many people as soon as they came out.

In this era in which Gu Lan lived, not only was there a lack of food, but there were not even any good-looking ornaments, no matter what world it was in, human beings had a yearning for beauty in their bones, not to mention that the price of these knots she sold was not too high.

After selling the headscarf and selling the knots, he changed a pattern a month, and with the ornament style in Gu Lan's mind, he could also capture the hearts of a bunch of girls.

Gu Lan's ambition is not entirely here, what she wants is not to turn Xiaolongkan into a small commodity distribution center like Yiwu Small Market in her previous life, but the birthplace of innovation of core products.

She pinned her hopes on the notebook.

Can a book bound with paper and written with pen and ink set off a frenzy in this era?

Gu Lan waited and waited.

In fact, the speed of paper is not that slow.

The children of the family in the town next door know that a new way of painting has recently emerged in Stone Town, replacing parchment scrolls with something called paper, which is enough to reach the level of fakeness.

Li Yang made a big splash among these people, he lived in seclusion in the mountains for four years in the name of the old man who watched the mountains, he had never been so sought after, and he was invited out to drink and have fun all day long, and he rejected them one by one.

Although he received a lot of invitations from the family, Li Yang was unmoved, he couldn't look down on these people.

He was immersed in paper painting and was more focused on seclusion than before, so much so that friends said he was more of a hermit.

If it was before, Li Yang would have been very happy, but now, he attributes all the credit to painting.

"Brother Yan, I feel more and more that these creatures are alive, when I paint, the wind blows the bamboo leaves, this is their breathing, I try to draw them on the drawing paper, this is not a kind of practice?"

"You, you, I think you are no different from those monks with pure hearts and few desires, but you are leading the practice!"

The two talked and laughed in the courtyard, drank mountain spring water, ate mountain flowers, painted when they had nothing to do, and admired each other's paintings.

Until this day, the young man who sold paper came again, he carried the bamboo basket on his back as usual, and his appearance was also tanned, but unlike the previous cowering, now he seemed to be a little more confident, and he was a little more confident in speaking.

When the old man saw him coming, he hurriedly let him in.

"Little Brother Li, have you brought other good things recently?"

"Sir is worthy of being sir, guess right! And guess what it was this time? The young man's face was a little red with excitement, and he couldn't tell whether it was frozen or red.

Li Yang and Yan Shizhen glanced at each other, but they never guessed.

The last time the boy came, he gave them two brushes, saying that they were made of wolf hair, and it was needless to say that they could write, and the effect was excellent, and when he wanted to give money, the boy was busy saying no, it turned out that the owner of the paper knew that they liked paper very much, and gave it to them.

Li Yang and the others asked the young man several times, where did this paper come from, but the young man was unwilling to answer, it was mysterious, and neither of them forced him.

Now that I heard that there are good things again, I can't help but start to wonder in my heart, was it the pen last time, but the ink this time? Or an inkstone?

"No, no, no, it's neither, it's a book!"

The young man put down the bamboo basket with a smile and solemnly and cherished a book.

This is obviously not a bamboo slip, Li Yang suddenly realized, it turned out to be a book made of paper!

He also had some expectations, only to see that the book was wrapped in a few layers of cloth, and when the layers were opened, there was a feeling of excitement about lifting the bride's red hijab on the night of the cave room.

The two of them watched intently until the concealment was completely opened, revealing the true face of Lushan inside.

The blue book cover, on which the words "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" are written in simplified Chinese characters.

Li Yang tried to read it, but he felt strange, how could this word give him a feeling of knowing and being unfamiliar?

"This book is called Romance of the Three Kingdoms, this word is three, and this word is the country...... The owner taught me! The young man said happily, how could he not be proud of the son of a peasant who could not read, and now he could read and write.

Li raised his brows and wrinkled slowly, he picked up the book and opened it page by page, this book was bound with needle and thread, the stitches were dense and never broken, and the many papers in his hand would not be scattered.

A book is not too thick, but the number of words written in it far exceeds the number of words in the bamboo slips.

"If you can replace bamboo slips with paper......" Yan Shizhen's voice trembled a little, he and Li Yang glanced at each other, and both of them thought of the terrible thing in this!

They finally realized that the paper they saw as painting could replace bamboo slips!

Since ancient times, people have carved stone and then used bamboo slips for thousands of years, and they never imagined that they would be able to witness the birth of writing instead of bamboo slips!

But the shock of the paper was not only that, when Li Yang turned the title page and tried to read the story in the book, he found that he could read the words written in the book with little effort!

"The general trend of the world, it will be together for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time......"

When the first sentence came out of his mouth, the sense of fate that came to his face made them speechless for a while!

Whose tone is this? What a big ambition!

"Brother Li, I can't read this book anymore!" Yan Shizhen's face was pale, and the concept contained in this would almost affect the balance of the Seven Kingdoms that had existed so far!

If it is seen by someone with a heart, it may set off a bloody storm!

The boy didn't understand why the two children of the family reacted so much, isn't this just a story? He'd heard it, and it was wonderful!

Li Yang also knew that he shouldn't continue reading, but there was a voice in his heart that told him to keep reading, he would definitely regret it if he didn't read it!

He continued to read without hesitation, and the tadpole-like words flowed out of his mouth and clearly reached the ears of the few people present.

Slowly, even Yan Shizhen gave up thinking and immersed himself in this wonderful story!

During the period of cultural ignorance, many people could only tell some stories by word of mouth, and the early appearance of the script was enough to form a dimensionality reduction blow to these people!