The Adventures of Princess Saiya

Meng Yi nodded repeatedly, fearing that if he was a little slower, Saiya would regret it and not let him write on paper.

Meng Yi: "I have to try! I have to try!"

Saiya gave up her position and asked Meng Yi to try writing a few words. Meng Yi was still a little unaccustomed to holding the pen at first, and the words he wrote were not very pretty. But after he wrote two more words, he got used to it. The handwriting is beautiful.

Although not as good as what Saya wrote.

After all, Saiya doesn't know the characters, and she's just not very good at Qin Xiaozhuan, but she can still write traditional Chinese characters, and she can write them very well.

Meng Yi's writing became smoother and smoother, and his eyes became brighter as he wrote.

After he stopped, he looked at Saya with a flattering look on his face without saying a word, with a smile on his face.

Seeing this made Saya feel nervous, she took two steps back, and then said: "If you have any questions, just tell me, don't look at me like this, it's too harsh on your eyes!"

Meng Yi stopped being polite to Saya and said directly: "Can you give me some paper?"

Saiya knew what this person was thinking at a glance. However, paper cannot be given for free. She does not help the poor. "I want to eat rice. Can you get me some rice next time?"

Meng Yi agreed immediately, so Saya directly took more than ten pieces of paper and handed them to Meng Yi's hand, "These are all for you!"

Saiya: "By the way, do you need these pens and inks?"

Meng Yi: "No need, we have pen and ink over there."

He had to invent this brush in the first place! In the past, it could only be used to write on silk, but now that we have paper, it is different, and the use of the brush will be wider in the future.

In the afternoon, when Meng Yi left, he held the paper given to him by Saiya in his arms, which looked like a treasure. Saiya just smiled and said nothing.

Meng Yi hurriedly entered Xianyang Palace and asked to see Ying Zheng.

Meng Yi: "Meng Yi has met your Majesty! Your Majesty, greetings!"

Ying Zheng was very curious. What happened when Meng Yi came to see him at this time?

Ying Zheng: "What's wrong with Meng Yi?" He values ​​the Meng brothers very much and talks very close to them.

Meng Yi: "Back to Your Majesty, I went to Sai Ya today and got some paper. These papers can not only write on, but also draw pictures. They are also easier to carry than bamboo slips!"

Meng Yi did not keep it secret, but directly told the matter.

Hearing Meng Yi's words, Ying Zheng stood up immediately. He looked at Meng Yi: "Is this serious?"

Meng Yi: "It's true! I have brought some paper back! Your Majesty can try writing!"

He took out the paper from his arms and presented it to Ying Zheng with both hands.

Ying Zheng followed Meng Yi's instructions, took a writing brush, dipped it in ink and wrote, and it worked really well.

"I wonder how much this paper costs?" Ying Zheng walked around the hall. The paper was very easy to use. He thought that even if it was more expensive, it would still be possible. It was just a pity that it could not be produced and applied on a large scale.

Meng Yi actually asked Sai Ya this question. He said: "I asked Sai Ya. She said that these papers are made of bark, roots and some straw. They are all very common things. , not worth much money.”

At that time, when he first learned that the paper was made of these things, Meng Yi was confused, and then he was pleasantly surprised. After all, he knew the function of paper very well.

If this paper is cheap and can be produced in large quantities, it will be a blessing from heaven for Da Qin.

That's not right, this is man-made, but it is undeniable that the emergence of this paper will have immeasurable benefits for the development of Da Qin.