Daqin: I was heard by Zulong at the beginning

Chapter 225 This kind of thing should be a game between father and son

The beheading officer read Zhao Gao's crimes in public, most of which were fabricated.

It was nothing more than cheating for money and sex, and there were a few people who were suspected of being victims.

After a few days of baptism in prison, Zhao Gao fully understood that he had fallen into Ying Zheng's hands.

Listening to the accusations at this moment, Zhao Gao's expression seemed very dull.

Until the last moment when the knife fell, Zhao Gao's pupils only shrank suddenly.

Yes, he didn't expect that he was actually killed.

Where did he plan to rob the court?How about he think about the last "Knife to keep people under the sword"?
Nothing, just as quiet as the execution ground after he died.

Zhao Gao was gone, Fu Su was fine, Su Chen was deeply relieved at first.

Thinking of Zhao Gao's assassination now, Su Chen's back still hurts.

But when he saw the stack of papers on the table, the pain in his body shifted from his back to his heart.

Yes, there is already too much paper, but he hasn't convinced Ying Zheng to open a bookstore yet.

Fortunately, there are bookmakers who have been printing books, and they use the movable type printing method taught by Su Chen for typesetting.

But even though the speed of printing books is accelerating, the speed of paper production is also not satisfactory.

The snow-white paper piled up more and more every day, and Su Chen was worried that one day he would be unable to control himself and wanted to give it away.

Ying Zheng was no better than Su Chen.

There was also a pile of papers in front of his case, and everyone in the palace obviously sent a lot of them to him.

Obviously, when many ministers received rewards, he used paper to perfunctory them, saving a lot of money.

But the paper is still accumulating every day like it can't run out.

Ying Zheng, who was sitting in front of the palace, and Su Chen, who was lying in the Su residence, were thinking about one thing:

It is definitely not possible to pile up so much paper for a long time.

But what Ying Zheng wants is to close the paper mill in a timely manner.

What Su Chen wanted was to open a bookstore and sell all the papers.

So Su Chen continued to find Fu Su. This kind of thing should really be a game between father and son.

Su Chen put stacks of pure white papers under Fusu's eyes, and said angrily:
"Your father won't let you sell paper, so you can figure it out."

Fusu was reading a book that had just been printed.

The book looks completely different when printed on paper.

The feeling with the bamboo slips is definitely two kinds of feelings, heaven and earth.

The bamboo slips look like opening the bamboo slips little by little, like opening a scroll.

Books are different. Turning the pages on the table is fun and doesn’t take up your hands.

At this time, Fusu was looking down at a line of writing.

Hearing Su Chen's words, he didn't even raise his head and said casually:
"Then we won't make paper."

No paper!Su Chen's angry eyes were about to breathe fire.

When he was making paper, no one told him not to sell it.

Let him not sell paper now, let him close the paper mill?
When his paper mill is a city gate that can be opened and closed whenever he wants?
He also pointed out that these papers can go out of Xianyang and go to the world!
Only by recording Chinese characters on paper will the world know Chinese characters.

Only when you know Chinese characters can you accept Chinese civilization.

Where can I go to do business?Can’t all the good things in the world be collected into Da Qin?

But now!His Chinese civilization can't even get out of the Suzhai and the imperial palace!

Even the neighbors outside the door don't know what the paper is, let alone foreigners.

Su Chen was still angry, and helped Su to read with his head down.Looking at it, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

When she raised her head, why was the anger in Su Chen's eyes so intense?
He instantly felt that his hands were hot and were about to burn.

It was the first time Fusu saw Su Chen get angry like this.

He quickly put the book away and sat on the chair.

This was specially built by my husband. Unless he needed to kneel down outside, he would always sit on his chair.

Sit obediently, back straight, hands on knees, Fu Su looked at Su Chen seriously.

Su Chen was annoyed at first, but he was a little dumb for a while because of Fusu's elementary school student's posture.

"Tell me, how to solve this matter?" Su Chen casually sat on a chair beside her.

Looking at Fusu, he looked like he would not give up until he was solved.

That's right, he has endured this father and son for a long time.

Is the royal family amazing?Is the emperor amazing?
Even normal business activities have to be blocked, do you have the consciousness to fill the treasury?

Doesn't he pay taxes for selling paper?Doesn't he pay taxes when he buys a shop?

Don't let him open a bookstore thinking that the money will automatically fly into the treasury?
If I don't give him a perfect solution today, he will destroy the paper mill!
Fusu didn't dare to pretend to be cute for too long, because Su Chen's appearance had gradually distorted.

He was obviously asking a question, why did the murderous intent in his eyes look like deep hatred.

It seemed that if he didn't give a good answer, his old Ying family would never see the paper again.

Thinking of this, Fusu suddenly cheered up and took it seriously.

"Sir, you are right! The students also think that you are right!"

"It's impossible to keep this paper piled up! We must sell it so that all readers can use it!"

"You are not allowed to open a bookstore to sell paper, and you are shutting down the paper mill. It's all nonsense!"

Su Chen raised his eyelids and snorted coldly.

The person who spoke nonsense first seemed to be right in front of him.

Fu Su ignored Su Chen's reaction.

Following Su Chen's side, what he learned the most was to praise him when facing angry people.

Sure enough, once he boasted, Su Chen's anger was reduced a bit.

Fusu praised Su Chen vigorously and praised Su Chen for making money and doing business.

It is simply a model of our generation's model era, and Su Chen's mood has improved a lot.

But Su Chen is not easily fooled.

After listening to Fusu's rainbow farts, he pretended to be indifferent and said:

"What's the use of saying this. If your father doesn't allow the sale of paper because he's worried about rebellion, the paper still won't be sold."

It's useless, you asked me to talk for a long time, and you told me to stop until my mouth was dry.

You are so hypocritical sir.

Fusu slandered secretly, and replied:
"I can convince my father on behalf of my husband that he will be able to sell paper."

Su Chen waited for Fu Su's words, and immediately said after hearing:

"Okay! Then you can tell me after tomorrow morning, I will wait for your news at home."

After speaking, he looked at Fusu expectantly.

Fusu: Sir, you promised so quickly, it's hard for me not to suspect that your anger just now was actually a premeditated one.

Fusu pursed his lips, swallowed the sadness of being plotted this time, and nodded.

Su Chen patted his shoulder with satisfaction, this is the joy of becoming a disciple.

You can pass on any difficult problems to your apprentices and enjoy the results yourself.

Morning the next day.

Because of Zhao Gao's incident, all the ministers became more obedient.

Even the imperial censor no longer threatens to hit the pillars. He doesn't dare anymore, at least not recently.

However, they all secretly wondered:
In the past, His Majesty would always give a reason for killing people, but why was it so quiet when he arrived at Zhao Gao's place?

(End of this chapter)