No matter how much you complain, you have to live your life.

Ying Si, who had experienced strong winds and waves, quickly calmed down.

Then the content of the book "Papermaking Technology" was exchanged in the system and copied it in the house.

For several days, Ying Si stayed in his door and refused to leave! All the spies guarding Xianyang City in various countries were furious?

No, this is not Ying Si's style. Logically speaking, shouldn't this guy be a good person and play with women?

How could he work hard in an instant? The probability is even lower than the ants on an elephant! About seven or eight days later, Ying Si finally went out to bask in the sun.

He stretched, and the first sentence was: "Go, call Zhang Mao's dog thing to me!"

"————" The soldier at the door was silent. Who came from Zhang Mao?

After thinking for a long time, I suddenly realized that it seemed that the craftsmen left behind in Korea were the ones who made the Zhuge Crossbow.

The soldiers did not dare to delay and quickly went to ask for someone.

When Zhang Mao arrived, Ying Si was having a meal, a bowl of porridge, a few dishes, and a clear soup and a slim watery look.

However, Ying Si ate it very fragrantly, as if he was eating delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Zhang Mao, a grass man, paid a visit to the emperor, but he hasn't seen him for many days. How can you be happy?"

After Zhang Mao made the Zhuge crossbow, he became famous in Qin State and was promoted to the commander of all craftsmen by Mei Changsu.

In order to develop manufacturing, Mei Changsu settled a considerable place in the east city of Qin and built a workshop.

After the mass production of Zhuge crossbows, it is now basically enough, and excessive manufacturing is a waste of resources.

So the brothers in the workshop were idle.

They were itchy and could not do nothing with their salary in Qin?

Ying Si glanced at him and cursed angrily: "Don't kneel down, get up. I heard that you are a master of all craftsmen?"

Zhang Mao blushed! Dog thing?

The title of the Lord of the Lord is really a bit cute! He stood up and whispered: "I thank the Prime Minister for his respect, and the Cao people still feel a little helpless."

Ying Si rolled his eyes.

‘The master of all labour’ - Just by listening to the name, you know that they are the workers in the Qin State. I give you official positions, not to make you humble.

After placing tea, Ying Si wiped his hands and asked, "Do you have any paper? Paper for writing?"

"This--" Zhang Mao pondered for a moment and took out a piece of cotton from his sleeve.

Sure enough! The paper of this era is cotton.

This is not too much. Every time Ying Si goes to the toilet, he uses cotton to wipe his butt, which is too wasteful.

I don’t have a mine at home, can I withstand this kind of construction?

"Is this paper?"

Ying Si had a gloomy face and said, "This kind of paper is not the kind that I said."

"What kind of paper is the Lord referring to?"

Ying Si handed the content he copied to Zhang Mao and asked, "Look, can you understand what is written on it?"

Zhang Mao's eyes flashed.

You are inventing something new.

He felt like he had a treasure. After taking the bamboo slips, his brows became deeper and deeper after seeing them.

"Cut the bamboo floating pond, boil the fire, pound the mortar, swing the material into the curtain, cover the curtain and press the paper, and roast it through the fire?"

Afterwards, there are explanations of various processes.

Chop bamboo and float the pond: Chop the tender bamboo, put it in the pond, cut it for more than 100 days, use natural microorganisms to decompose and wash away the green skin of the bamboo.

?Cook the above-mentioned bamboos and steam them with lime for eight days and eight nights.

Pound the mortar: Take out the above-mentioned bamboo and sprinkle it with hundreds of words.

Zhang Mao almost vomited blood when he saw it. He scratched the back of his head and asked, "Your Majesty, it doesn't seem complicated, but what is this made?"

"What you give to me is called cotton and silk; and according to the craft I give you, what you make is real paper."

Real paper! Isn’t it paper that passed down by the ancients? It has been passed down for hundreds of years for cotton and silk to make paper.

“Can you write on it?”

Zhang Mao asked curiously.

"It can not only write, but also draw, splash ink, and even -- can wipe your butt!"

Zhang Mao was confused again.

But he will do whatever the Lord asks him to do.

After all, it is not easy to be among the kings of a country at the age of half of the land.

"The grass-roots people leave!"

"Get out, I'm annoyed when I see you. I can't make papers. I'll chop you and your old brothers and feed them to the dogs."

[Ding! Fear value from Zhang Mao + 40] Zhang Mao's mood instantly became a little terrifying.

It seems that you asked me to come here by Master. I am very sad to speak like this.

But he was in trouble! After returning to the workshop, Zhang Mao kept his face dark, and his attitude was like someone owed him hundreds of taels of silver and had not paid it back.

The guys at the workshop were anxious. Lao Zhang was a honest person, and he must have been bullied like this.

This is a master of all craftsmanship, and he is also a person with status in Xianyang City.

Since you have the identity, you have the right to seek right and wrong. Why do you feel angry for no reason?

"Old Zhang, what's going on? Is someone bullying you?"

The old guys rolled up their sleeves one by one, saying everything I said.

"Yes, we have a serious official position, and the workshop was also built by Prime Minister Mei Changsu. Who dares to bully us?"

"Old Zhang, tell me, I'll break his leg!"

"Yes, I'll go too. See if I don't tie him up and apologize to our Lao Zhang."

Zhang Mao felt warm after hearing this. He was an old brother who shared the joys and sorrows. He was not a brother to all the cats and dogs.

"Oh, forget it, just get angry. I, Zhang Mao, are an honest person and are used to being bullied."

When a few guys heard this, they stopped doing it.

"How could that happen?

Bullying people is addictive. If you don’t seek justice this time, he will bully you next time."

"Old Zhang, you are kind-hearted. What do you dare not go? You don't have the courage. Are we still behind you?"

"That's right, no, the account today must be settled. You said, who made you angry? I can't beat him to death!"

Zhang Mao sighed and said softly: "Yes - it's the Lord!"

Like thunder.

The workshop suddenly became quiet.

It turns out to be - Master! The king of Qin has a bad reputation. It is said that he will kill people without blinking an eye, and he will start killing him if he disagrees.

When attacking Yiqu, he killed the people in Yiqu capital, peeled the skin and drank the blood of the people, and was tyrannical.

The guys looked as dark as the bottom of the pot.

They care about loyalty, but they are even more afraid of death! Zhang Mao sneered: "Old Li, aren't you going to seek justice for me and to discount that person's leg?"

"This - Lao Zhang, you heard it wrong. I, Lao Li, have you ever said such things enough? That's very disrespectful. I am loyal to you."

Zhang Mao sneered again: "Old Liu, didn't you say you would tie that person up to apologize to me today?"

"Oh, Lao Zhang, I just drank some wine, and I was talking nonsense even if I had a hundred courages, but I didn't dare to argue with you."

Whoever Zhang Mao looked at, he lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Chapter completed!