At the beginning of the game to supervise the country, Zulong was stunned. Is this my Daqin?

After the soldiers behind saw it, they quietly put their hands on the weapons.

A group of people came to the boulder.

Liu Ji looked around. Apart from this boulder, there was a cliff in front of this place, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It was really a good place to kill people and bury their bodies.

He couldn't help but admire in his heart.

But suddenly, he was startled.

kill?

Bury?

He is his mother!

No way?

Liu Ji suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.

Looking sideways at Ma Feng, he found that his smile along the way had disappeared, and his face was full of indifference.

It made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Well, General, what are we going to do, can you tell the villain exactly?"

The color of the horse cover remains unchanged.

Point to the cliff ahead.

"This is the mission that the young master entrusted to you. Liu Ji, if you can jump down and survive this trip, your life will be spared. If you can't, then it's your fate!"

When Liu Ji heard this, he cursed on the spot.

"Because of his mother, I know it's not a good thing!"

"His mother, Mr. Qin, is there such a trick? Isn't this just wanting my life?!"

Ma Feng's eyes were cold when he heard this.

This old man is scolding the young master, it is a big treason.

He drew his longsword.

"Young master said, it's fine if you can follow the arrangement, but if you can't, the sword I'm waiting for might be stained with blood."

Hearing this, Liu Ji swayed his legs and gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Okay! I remember it!"

"Go!"

Ma Feng shouted loudly.

Liu Ji saw that something was wrong, and in an emergency, his body exploded with energy far exceeding normal.

Pushing away a soldier, he ran towards the cliff.

Leap deep!

"If I can survive, I will definitely overthrow your unscrupulous tyrant!"

Liu Ji's voice kept echoing in the valley.

Ma Feng frowned.

"Go, go down and find the corpse!"

He didn't think he could survive after falling off such a high cliff.

But for insurance, you still have to look for it.

......

In the city of Xianyang.

Ying Ziqi patrolled the workshop, looked at the whiter and stronger paper than before, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, two gold rewards for all craftsmen."

When the craftsmen heard this, they all knelt on the ground.

"Thank you son, you are kind!"

Hearing this, Ying Ziqi chuckled.

It was the first time he had heard anyone say that he was kind.

"Since you have contributed, you must be rewarded. You can rest assured that you will be rewarded in the future."

"My lord, this thing called paper is really very practical. In the future, when we go to war, the transmission of information will be more convenient and faster!"

As expected of an old Qin person, in terms of function, he immediately thought of war.

Li Si who was beside him nodded when he heard the words.

"Indeed, the invention of Young Master Qi is of great benefit to Daqin."

Ying Ziqi shook his head and said, "You guys, your vision is still too short-sighted."

Li Si lived in Bengbu.

As a representative of the Legalists, Prime Minister Zuo of the Great Qin Dynasty, you tell me that I am short-sighted.

Li Si refuses to accept it!

"What do you mean by your son's words?"

He made a plan in his heart, if Ying Ziqi couldn't give a reasonable explanation.

He absolutely must argue with reason and let Yingzi Qi take back what he said before.

Ying Ziqi smiled, shook his head, did not answer his words, but looked at the craftsmen.

"You have children in your family."

The craftsmen heard the words.

"My kid is five years old."

"My son is 7 years old."

"I have two sons, one is three years old and the other is four years old."

"Four years!"

"..."

The craftsmen have already married, except for a few older ones, the rest of the young craftsmen have only married for a few years, and their children are relatively young.

Ying Ziqi nodded.

"Since that's the case, as participants in the production of paper, I will tell you this in advance. Soon, the imperial court will provide books to establish a school, and all your children can go to school. I also hope that they can study hard, read and write, and acquire knowledge. In the future, he will become a person who will contribute to Daqin."

"Old Song, please count, all children above the age of 4 in the craftsman's family will be able to enter school at that time."

The craftsmen were stunned when they heard this.

read?

Literacy?

Can their children study with the support of the court?

This?

As craftsmen, there is a high probability that their children will also be craftsmen, and the craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation.

Reading, something they never thought about before.

This is a road that has never been imagined!

The craftsmen looked at each other.

After a few seconds, they all knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"My lord is so kind and virtuous, it's hard for me to repay you like an ox or a horse!"

Li Si also looked at Ying Ziqi in disbelief.

"Young Master Qi, take a step to speak!"

He hastily pulled Ying Ziqi's sleeve.

Come to the door.

Li Si looked anxious.

"How can you make such a promise so easily!"

Ying Ziqi looked at Li Si in wonder, not understanding why he was so impatient.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Li Si snorted.

"My lord, books are so precious, even the palace doesn't have so many books, how can we build a school for them to study?"

"Besides, no matter it is books, pens and inks, a lot of money will be spent. Now that the treasury is not sufficient, the young master's move is irrational!"

Seeing this, Ying Ziqi chuckled lightly.

"Prime Minister Li, don't worry, this matter is not what you think."

Li Si looked serious.

"If it's to deceive these craftsmen, that's even more inadvisable. As a son, you should set an example..."

Seeing that he was going to make a long speech, Ying Ziqi stopped immediately.

"Wait, wait! Just listen to me, it's never too late to have an opinion!"

Li Si looked serious.

"Sir, please speak!"

Chapter 21 Yield 62 Stones per Mu

"Reading books was indeed very expensive in the past."

"But now, the most critical problem has been solved in front of you, what else can't you understand?"

In Daqin now, books are very expensive.

The cheapest books are made of bamboo slips.

Even so, it is not something ordinary people can afford.

Not to mention books made of sheepskin and silk, the price is even more expensive.

If it is some more precious books, which record the knowledge of various schools of thought, the price will be several times higher.

Not even money can buy it.

The world's books are still in the hands of the aristocratic family.

A century-old dynasty, a thousand-year family!

The most important reason for having this sentence is the control over books and knowledge.

Most capable people in the world come from aristocratic families.

Regardless of any dynasty, talents are indispensable.

It is precisely because of this that the family can be passed down from generation to generation.

Li Si was puzzled and said, "When was it resolved? Is it because of this paper?"

Ying Ziqi snapped his fingers.

"Correct answer! It's because of the paper!"

Li Si shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young master, it's not that I'm pouring cold water, but that even though the output of paper is large and the cost is low, if you want to make it into books, you still have to spend a lot of effort. If you want to reach the level that can fill the school, I'm afraid it will be more than that." several years."

Ying Ziqi smiled and said, "That's why I said you are short-sighted."

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