"I heard what Gongzi said about 'paper', can you take a look?" After he finished eating, Li Si got up and bowed.

Fusu thought that they didn't believe it, after all, this dream was all nonsense, and it was the leftover things that the high-ranking people played. I never thought that I would even think about it, and I would be skeptical.

He didn't panic at all, and when the paper came out, he couldn't tolerate no one who didn't believe it.

"Let's go?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he was milky.

The three of them went to the small courtyard with their attendants and temple people, and when they arrived, they saw a light smoke curling in the courtyard, apparently still steaming.

"The production time of a knife paper is about four months, and now it is urgently shortened to seven days, and the paper produced will probably be thicker and brittle, not white and soft enough."

When Su Tan talked about paper, his mood was stable and he was not in a hurry. That confident look made Li Si greatly appreciate it in his heart.

Gongzi Fusu is still young, and now he is only three and a half years old, so it is rare to be so organized, and he retracts his eyes from the dark scrutiny.

Daqin, the successor is expected.

After returning to the small courtyard, the temple and the craftsman were waiting by the boiler, not daring to stare at it wrongly.

"Fish out the bark." Fusu advised.

The softer parts of the bark were scraped off and soaked in lime water and boiled in salt water, making them a little softer.

But it's not enough, time gives plants the opportunity to change.

"They were all chopped up and mashed into mud in a stone mortar."

He instructed, then he looked at Yingzheng on the side, and said softly: "If the paper comes out of the mature process, it is about the same as a snow-white towel, white and soft, and you can also write." ”

Su Tan said, and suddenly remembered a question, the four treasures of the study are divided into pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but all of them are indispensable.

He needs to be earnest, and Yingzheng on the side doesn't know whether to believe it or not, only his eyebrows and eyes are slightly lowered, and he quietly rubs the fingers on his hand.

Under the watchful eye of the king, the temples and craftsmen were particularly nimble in their hands and feet, and soon processed the bark into a lump of wood pulp.

"Pour the water from the star fruit branches into a large vat, then put the wood pulp in it and mash it vigorously."

He told him to start his head, and those small things that could be seen everywhere were randomly arranged and combined by him, and they really showed an unexpected effect.

Su Tan was a little excited in his heart, whether he could succeed or not depends on this experience.

Seeing his eyes shining and clenching his fists, Ying Zheng on the side also became serious.

As time passed slowly, Su Tan yawned quietly, hugged his father's calf, held his fleshy little head high, and showed a soft smile at him flatteringly.

Looking at those long eyes, looking at the flash of apology, Su Tan's heart trembled, and he always felt that he had made a mistake, and when he looked at it again, it became a gentle connivance.

As time passed, the craftsman stacked all the pulp hanging on the curtain and followed the child's instructions to pick up the stones and press them on them.

The water was falling in a trickle.

Su Tan nested in Ying Zheng's arms, smelling the fragrance of soaphorn on his body, his heart moved, and he thought of the fragrant pancreas, which is much better than soaphorn.

He pinched his fingers, thinking to himself that in the Great Qin World, he would really be too much. Skills that seem ordinary in modern times, when placed in Qin, are explosive existences.

But take your time, wait for the paper to succeed, everything is easy to say, is the beginning of the weight of his words, and now others only think that he is a toddler fooling around, and will not take it to heart.

"Put a few cases on the table." Su Tan commanded in a milky voice.

He was tired just by sitting, and after the temple people put on the cushions, Ying Zheng and Li Si sat down, and when the two were talking, the pile of paper was no longer dripping.

The next scene will never be forgotten by the two.

The paper that is dried on the pottery shards slowly emits light smoke from the wet, and after the water is evaporated, you can see the finished product, which is yellow, thick, brittle, and thick and long bark fibers visible to the naked eye.

But Ying Zheng couldn't help but get up suddenly, strode over, and Li Si held on to the thick paper, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

"Bring pen and ink!" Ying Zheng couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, his eyes were burning, he raised his pen and waved, looking at the ink marks on the paper, it was not very good to write.

But that's just the beginning.

Li Si was also very excited, he stepped forward with trembling hands, forcibly suppressed his temperament, and carefully wrote the word "childe" on the paper.

"Good!"

Su Tan pursed her lips, smiling with a mature and steady face, as if there was no such thing.

But Yingzheng stepped forward, picked him up violently, and said with a smile: "My son has made great contributions, but what do you want?" ”

Su Tan pinched his fingers, a little shy by his bright eyes, and said in a small voice: "For the sake of my father, Fu Su is willing to offer it, and if you don't want anything, you want your father to be happy!" ”

He was still a little shy as he spoke, and he could feel his little face boiling hot.

Lying on Ying Zheng's shoulder, as soon as he raised his eyes, he met Li Si's slightly pitiful eyes, and when he looked at it seriously, the other party happily congratulated him, saying that he had made a meritorious service.

Su Tan is not a real cub, he was already fourteen years old before he crossed over, half a child, from kindergarten to junior high school, his curriculum is full, from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, to Olympiad riding and archery, he has his own involvement.

But he couldn't guess people's hearts.

Those fleeting looks, he remembered in his heart, but he couldn't quickly peel off the cocoon and quickly lock on to the adult's intentions.

He has to be careful, this is an era where if you are not careful, you will die.

The success of the paper made Yingzheng very happy, he hugged Fusu, and said in the spring breeze and drizzle, let him tell the detailed steps, and he burned them.

Su Tan looked at Li Si on the side and took the initiative to take over the burning work, and began to say slowly, and he himself went through the process again in his heart.

His eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, his voice is soft and glutinous, and he has a milky air that cannot be ignored.

Paper is made out of thin air.

Those dreams that Ying Zheng didn't believe in, because of guilt, coaxed him to play, turned out to be true.

"Do you remember that dream?" The man's deep voice sounded again.

Su Tan puffed out his fleshy little face, he held his cheeks, and said the last remarks again, and then said with a smile: "My father has the world in his heart, and under the destiny of heaven, many talents will gather around you and be impressed by your virtue." ”

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled again.

Full of fanatical adoration and reverence.

Ying Zheng took a breath, stretched out his big palm, and touched his head gently, with a faint hesitation in his eyes.

Su Tan raised his eyes and saw it, and couldn't help but jump in his heart.

He still has a white little face, smiling softly and innocently, with a faint milky fragrance.

Ying Zheng was about to leave with the paper, but he was held by a small hand with a meat socket on the corner of his clothes, he looked down, and saw Su Tan showing a shy smile.

"Can you keep a few?"

"Why?"

"Rub your cheeks."

He didn't forget why he had to promote papermaking non-stop.

Su Tan looked at the political father who had always been vigorous and scheming, his whole expression froze for a moment, and then his thin lips were pursed into a line, and when he thought that he would not leave him a piece of paper and would beat him, the other party peeled off a pile and left.

Li Si was also shocked for a moment, but looking at the cub's moist eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and just said that he was old and serious, and in a moment he showed his childish heart.

But it's paper!

King Qin was quite fond of the eldest prince, he hesitated for a moment, but he still left with King Qin.

As the two left, Su Tan touched the coarse and hard paper, thinking that no matter how hard it was, it could be harder than a piece of bamboo, but he didn't believe it. Take it in your hand, rub it desperately, and put it aside when it is soft.

When everyone was gone, he rolled into the quilt by himself, and fell asleep with the quilt in his arms. As a result, I thought that my homework had not yet been completed, so I quickly got up and practiced calligraphy, and the big seal was really difficult to write.

When Chu Ji came, he saw that her face was flushed, and she said happily: "What did you do to make your father happy, and rewarded your mother with a box of jewels." ”

Su Tan looked at her happily, and laughed along, and said happily: "It's a little thing, since your father has a reward, you can take it." ”

Previously, Chu Ji frowned, Chang Yu rebelled, and the Chu family rebelled, and she Chu Ji is also the royal daughter of the Chu State, if the Chu family is suppressed, her life will not be easy.

The same is true of Fusu under her knees. Even worried that Fusu would be hung within the scope of the Chu system.

Fortunately, this game was broken by Fusu himself.

"What a good boy." She looked so gentle, holding the milk bowl, and wanted to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Fusu has grown up." Su Tan said that he could do it.

He hugged the milk bowl and smiled sweetly at Chu Ji with his millet teeth.

Chu Ji looked at him carefully, put down a few gold collars, and then turned to leave.

Fusu was the only one left in the room, he waved his hand to signal the temple people to go out and wait, then he took out the glass beads from his arms, looked back and forth, he had already tested the white cotton paper, and he didn't know if the glass beads would change.

Who knows—

The fingertips are slightly hot, and the glass beads emit a bright white light, which looks quite gorgeous.

When Su Tan seriously wanted to see if there were any other videos, the glass beads burned even more, and a little red mark burned on his fingertips, like a small red mole, but the glass ball was gone.

Su Tan: ?

It's not that he has dreamed that he will have a hero's future by relying on small videos, but the glass ball is gone.

But it doesn't matter, his previous time was full of children's palaces and libraries, and it was enough to take them out casually.

Su Tan still has some regrets, in addition to those heroic dreams of the second middle school, he also wants to do something for the head of Great Qin Qian, those hard-working and simple ancestors deserve to live better.

He just wanted to help, eat and clothe himself, and add some convenience to his life.

It was not in vain that he went through this experience.

At first, he was always a little aimless, and his behavior was chaotic and confused, but these days have passed, and he can't go back to modern times.

He still remembered Ying Zheng's eyes as sharp as paint, Lu Buwei's old and ambitious eyes, and Li Si's cold but reserved expression.

Since you can't go back, you have to do something.

As he was thinking, his fingertips glowed with a white light, the same color as the glass beads, and a trace of speculation appeared in his heart.

The video belonging to Cai Lun's papermaking technique in front of him is still playing, and there is a progress bar below that shows that it is only 10%, and he guesses that he will skip to the next video if he really makes the white cotton paper.

*

In Xianyang City, Wang Jian and Li Si sat opposite each other, with a mellow wine in a pottery bowl in front of them, looking at the pedestrians outside the restaurant, while talking.

"Chang Yu brought 3,000 diners, but it was inseparable from Changping Jun."

Wang Qian's voice was low, and he wanted to play.

Li Si was thinking about the Gongzi Fusu he saw today, he pondered for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "What does the general think of Gongzi?" ”

He has been a teacher for a few days, so he should have an understanding.

"Very smart." Wang Jian was full of praise, not mentioning that he was so fast at reciting the leaves, it was originally proposed by him, and he had learned it before.

Learning the word Pujia is that he never looks like he will come to the meeting, and his intelligence is keen, to the point that he is frightened.

"At the age of three and a half, if you can understand the words, you are already smart, but Gongzi Fusu can understand the words." Li Si picked up the wine bowl and drank lightly.

The two looked at each other, and they knew it in their hearts.

"Childe Fusu recently had a dream about it, and he made a good thing based on his dream. Based on this, Si is worried about the Chu system......"

Li Si stared at Wang Jian tightly with thought in his eyes, the king privately promised to give him the position of prime minister, but the Chu family is immortal, and the position of prime minister is likely to be Yangquan Jun's.