Seeing Fusu looking curious about the baby, Ran Fang simply thought that Fusu was just curious and didn't think much about it.
He sat up slightly and looked incomprehensible, "The making of this paper is actually very simple."
"It only requires five steps, which are to chop the wood and hammer it, wash it, boil it over a high fire, put the ingredients into the curtain, cover the curtain and press the paper, and bake it in the fire."
“To be more specific, the bark is peeled off, washed, and repeatedly steamed and rinsed with plant ash to form a leather ball, which is pounded into a clay-like shape with a stone mortar until it can be dispersed in water. "
"Then put the loosened leather ball into a wooden trough filled with half water, gently stir and beat it with your hands in the water, and finally a thin layer of paper will be formed in the wooden trough, and then let it dry. "
The more Fusu listened, the more shocked he became, and his eyes looked at Ran Fang with more admiration.
He secretly wrote down the process that Ran Fang just said, for fear of missing a link.
After talking about the process of papermaking, Ran Fang felt a little emotional when he saw Fusu's eagerness to learn.
"This paper is really good. It won't smudge, and it's also light. Ink of any color can be retained on it, so you can not only write but also draw."
"The most important thing is that the brush made by General Meng is the best when paired with paper. It is convenient and saves money."
"And it can improve people's writing speed. They don't have to work hard to make bamboo slips. Fold the paper into a pile and sew it together to become a book, which is convenient for circulation and reading. Isn't it a lot easier?"
"When the minister is delivering the memorial, he doesn't need so many people to carry him. What a good thing."
"It's a pity that no one understands it now."
Fusu seemed to be listening to a fairy tale. How could this piece of paper have such a great effect?
But seeing Ran Fang's seriousness and belief in what he said, he gradually believed it in his heart and said flatteringly, "Sir, you are really knowledgeable. I have never heard of such a method."
"A prize, a prize, a prize," Ran Fang smiled and waved his hands. He thought in his mind that any of the modern things in his mind would be earth-shattering. As long as he made suggestions, money would come to him in a steady stream. coming.
It's just that he has no capital now. He is just a Confucian scholar in Da Qin and does not have that much money in his hands.
He suddenly looked at Fusu. He saw that he was a young man from a rich or powerful family, and he was also the kind who was stupid and had too much money.
If he can get his support, wouldn't it be a smooth sailing for him when he goes out to do business?
And seeing Fusu's curious and delighted look, he sighed, "If I have a chance to get out from here, I must make all the wonderful ideas I have learned become a reality. If you are willing, You can also invest in shares, and when the time comes, we can make money and spend it together, wouldn’t it be wonderful?”
Now Fusu was used to the "magical" words in Ran Fang's words, and he always looked curious and eager to learn. He kept asking questions, and Ran Fang took the trouble to answer his questions.
After all, they are the only two people in the prison who can speak.
"Sir, what does this investment mean?"
"We are doing business together. I come up with ideas and you provide the money, and then we share the money we earn. You get 30% from me and 70% from each other."
Fusu thought for a moment and realized that this was a good idea. Combining their respective advantages into one, "Why do you, sir, get seven and I only get three? Wouldn't it be better for us to split it equally?"
Ran Fang's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this kid to be quite smart.
Let's put it another way. He looked at Fusu very seriously, his eyes full of sincerity.
"Da Qin has many rich people, but my technology is unique. When this thing is built, it will be unique to Da Qin. Who doesn't want to take a share of the pie?"
"I am giving you a chance to make money now. If you are not willing, I think others are also willing."
Fusu thought for a moment, if this technology fell into the hands of others, wouldn't it mean that Da Qin would be controlled by others?
no!
"What you said makes sense, and I am willing to discuss this big plan with you."
Ran Fang was thinking about making money, but he had no idea that Fusu in front of him was simply a "traitor". He took advantage of an opportunity to write down the paper-making method and handed it over to Ying Zheng.
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At this time, Ying Zheng was looking through the memorials in Xianyang Palace, thinking that since representatives of each family had entered Xianyang one after another, things should go smoothly in the future.
At this time, a soldier in Xianyang Prison sent a bamboo slip, saying that it was sent by someone from Fusu.
Ying Zheng glanced at the bamboo slips, his eyes brightening slightly.
He never released Fusu just to keep him with Ran Fang.
Now it seems that Ran Fang should have said something else.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a little more hopeful.
"Send it up."
Zhao Gao took the bamboo slip and placed it respectfully on Ying Zheng's desk.
But I was a little wary of what Fusu presented to me.
After all, the last time Fusu submitted a letter, he sent His Majesty to Xianyang Prison in person, and even issued an order to revise the book. It can almost be said that he single-handedly reversed the one-sided situation in the court!
Ran Fang in the prison made him somewhat afraid.
Ying Zheng just glanced at the bamboo slip casually, and his eyes were attracted by the content inside.
Looking at the process written above, although his face was expressionless, he was very shocked in his heart. Just those wood can be made into so-called paper?
After reading them all, he had some doubts in his heart. Can the so-called "paper" really be made?
Is this thing really as good as Ran Fang said?
And being able to write and draw is simply a fantasy.
He didn't believe it in his heart, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to try?
If it is done successfully, just as Fusu wrote in his advice, "you will get a divine object."
This matter is very important, who should do it well?
Ying Zheng thought about it in his mind, and then he said, "Send Meng Yi to come."
Zhao Gao's heart moved slightly.
"Here."
After receiving the order, Meng Yi did not dare to delay for a moment and rushed towards the palace.
As Meng Tian's younger brother, Meng Yi is now a minister. He has a high status in the court and is deeply trusted by Ying Zheng.
But he also had some worries in his heart. His Majesty had just issued an order to repair the book yesterday, and today he summoned himself to the palace. Could it be that he was responsible for the repair of the book?
Arriving at the entrance of Xianyang Palace soon, Meng Yi quickly tidied up his clothes, bowed and walked into Xianyang Palace, "See your Majesty."
"Get up and talk."
"Here."
Meng Yi has always been a close attendant to Ying Zheng, so when he saw Ying Zheng, he looked neither humble nor arrogant, standing there waiting for Ying Zheng's orders.
Before Ying Zheng could speak, he saw Zhao Gao holding a bamboo slip, raising his hands above his head and handing it to him.
"Just take a look, how many days will it take you to make this?"
Meng Yi curiously took the bamboo slip and unfolded it. He saw that it said "The Art of Papermaking". He was a little confused and didn't understand what His Majesty was trying to do.
But the more he looked back, the more shocked he became, his eyes became more and more eager, and he even trembled with excitement at the end.
He raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng in disbelief, and quickly knelt down on the ground, "Your Majesty, this is something I have never heard of or seen before."
"May I ask who created this thing?"
Meng Yi's reaction was fully visible to Ying Zheng. At this moment, the corner of his mouth curled up, and a smile appeared on his face.
"This method was obtained accidentally by Fusu in Xianyang Prison."
"If this method is feasible, it can solve the problem of repairing books in Da Qin. I asked you to come here because I want you to supervise the creation of this thing."
Meng Yi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard that this thing had something to do with Fusu.
When did Mr. Fusu have such ability?
But considering the seriousness of the matter, Meng Yi still knew that the important point in this matter was not who came up with it, but whether it could be created.
After taking a look at the papermaking method in his hand, Meng Yi saluted Ying Zheng.
"Don't worry, your majesty. I will go to the young master's office right now. I will present this thing to your majesty within five days!"
