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After the palace people put down all the bamboo slips, they then retreated.

Ying Zheng looked at so many movements, and his head was big for a while.

"Alas, this bamboo script is really cumbersome.

Ying Zheng rubbed his temples and couldn't stop sighing.

Hearing this, Ying Wu said: "Father, these bamboo slips are too heavy, why not change them to something light?"

However, Ying Zheng paused and said, "Do you mean to use cloth instead?"

Before Ying Wu could answer, Ying Zheng shook his head and said: "Wu'er, you don't know, there are so many official documents every day, if you use cloth, the burden is too heavy!"

Besides, I can't afford it.

You can only use cheap things like bamboo slips.

"Brother Wu, it's not that the eldest brother said you, your idea is indeed a little unrealistic!" Fusu

on the side also shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Ying Wu glanced at it strangely.

"Who said that you wrote on cloth?" "

Please don't make up your own brains?

"No cloth, what ??? is used"

The heads of the two were full of question marks.

In this day and age, there are only two kinds of people who can write.

First, bamboo slips,

and second, cloth, and silk,

there is no third common writing thing.

"The writing thing I'm talking about is called paper!"

"Paper?"

Ying Zheng and Fusu stared at each other, even more confused.

Of course, they don't understand it!

Papermaking was not invented until the Han Dynasty, when the eunuch named Cai Lun was invented.

Ying Wu said with a smile: "Father, don't worry, there is a wave of paper that has just been made today in the courtyard of the sons." Take them and look at them, and you will know. "

That was the moment the pulp was pasted up, the moment the task was completed.

Yingzheng sent someone to call him away.

Come to think of it, the rough paper has almost dried.

"You said in your yard?", Ying Zheng asked.

"Yes, Father.

Ying Wu replied truthfully.

Then, I saw Ying Zheng wave his sleeves and said, "Let's go! Let's go straight to your yard and have a look. "

Ying Zheng practiced all night last night and didn't sleep.

Then, this morning, I went to the morning pilgrimage.

After coming back, he called Fusu and Yingwu, and until now, he has not slept.

After all, he has not stepped into the Qi refining period, and he has no spiritual energy, so he will be a little sleepy.

simply walked around directly, relieved the fatigue, and just went to the Anle Palace of Yingwu.

Look at the so-called magic paper.

"Okay, then let's go!" Ying

Wu agreed without hesitation.

......

Inside the Anle Palace.

Ying Zheng looked at the things that were pasted on the wooden boards, which were very rough and a little yellowish.

Because there are no special tools, the filtration is not very meticulous when scooping the slurry.

As a result, the paper is very yellowish and rough.

"Wu'er...... This is the paper you are talking about?"

Ying Zheng asked, touching his hand on it.

There was some slander in my heart.

It's rough and uneven to the touch.

It doesn't look as good as cloth.

Hearing Yingzheng's question, Ying Wu nodded and said, "Father, this is exactly the paper used to write!"

At this time, Fusu on the side asked in surprise: "Brother Wu, this thing looks extremely rough, can you write?" It feels like it's not as good as cloth!"

I don't really believe in the paper made by Yingwu.

Seeing the two questioning, Ying Wu was not annoyed, after all, neither of them had seen it, and it was understandable.

"Father, eldest brother, take the pen and ink and try it.

Ying Wu said with a smile, confident.

Xin said: "Later, we will blind your eyes!"

and then waved his hand and said to the palace people: "Go, bring pen and ink and table." "

No!"

Soon, someone brought pen and ink out of the room in the back.

Ying Wu stepped forward, stood next to a wooden plank, and carefully removed the piece of paper from it.

Then he spread the paper on the case that the palace people moved out.

"Father, but please give it a try!" Ying

Wu invited with a smile.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng nodded and walked over.

He took the ink brush from Ying Wu's hand and thought about it slightly.

Then he started writing on paper.

Soon, the word 'Qin' appeared on the paper.

Fusu, who was watching next to him, didn't know the clue yet.

But Ying Zheng, who writes and writes, is discovered.

Although the paper looks rough and not very smooth, the writing is surprisingly smooth.

Moreover, it is precisely this rough feeling that seems to be easier to use than the smoothness of the bamboo slips.

"That's right! This thing can really write!" Ying

Zheng raised his head and said in surprise.

Win Wu Xindao, that is nature, papermaking is the existence of the four major inventions.

Then, he smiled and said, "Father, look at it again, what is the difference between the words written on this paper?"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng paused, and then looked down at the paper.

Fusu on the side also came up.

Ying Zheng stared at it for a while and made an astonishing discovery.

The words on the paper, how big they were when they were written, how big they are now.

The ink marks on it don't fade out at all.

In the past, if you wrote on a cloth, the ink would inevitably spread out.

Therefore, when writing on the cloth, you need to write big, otherwise the ink will faint together, and the words will become a black mass.

At the same time, there must be a large gap between the words.

Otherwise, when the ink is blurred, the words will be stacked together.

And writing on bamboo slips, not to mention, the ink will fall off.

Extremely unfavorable for preservation.

And when you write on paper, you don't have this kind of worry at all.

After the plant fibers are directly dried, the ink will not fade away.

"Wu'er, a divine object! This paper is simply a divine object in the fairy world!" Ying

Zheng picked up the piece of paper in his hand and exclaimed.

Such an ingenious thing, in the eyes of Ying Zheng, isn't it a divine object?"

"Father, in the future, this paper will be directly promoted, and all the chapters will be written on the paper, and the father will review the chapters when the time comes, and it will be much lighter."

Ying Wu said with a smile.

With paper, there are stacks of bamboo slips in a day, and there will be no more such cases.

"Okay, good, it's still Wu'er's filial piety, and I know how to be considerate of my father!" said

Ying Zheng with a smile.

The more I look at Yingwu, the more I feel that this son is pleasing to the eye.

"Wu'er, how do you know how to make paper?" Ying

Wu paused, and then said eloquently: "Father, this is what the master taught me when my son was in Xianyang City. "

Once again, he threw the pot on the head of the imaginary 'master'.

"Oh, did that master teach you something else?"

"Father, no!"

Ying Zheng frowned when he heard this, thought about it, and then asked,

"No! Father remembers that you said the same thing last time." "

When Ying Wu built the saddle last time, he also said that the master didn't teach anything else!".