Qin Yong walked in front along the way, and Qin Shihuang looked around.

The sharp sword in his hand was also pulled out by Qin Shihuang.

Although there are no large wild animals on this island, there are still poisonous snakes and wild dogs.

Qin Shihuang had a sharp sword in his hand and had more confidence in his heart.

A poisonous snake spitting out a snake and trying to get close to Qin Yong was sealed by a quick-eyed and fast-handed Qin Shihuang.

Qin Yong gave Qin Shihuang a grateful look.

"Thank you, Lao Qin, this is a life-saving grace."

Hearing Qin Yong's thanks, Qin Shihuang felt happy.

A piece of hemp leaf appeared in front of the two of them.

Because they came suddenly, the two did not carry sickles.

But it doesn't matter, didn't Qin Shihuang have a sharp sword in his hand?

"Old Qin, it's time to show your real skills."

"Use your sword to cut down a piece of hemp leaf, and today we will start artificial papermaking."

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he immediately became energetic.

The sharp sword in his hand is flying around.

The hemp leaves around me fell to the ground one by one.

Qin Shihuang's posture of waving his sword made Qin Yong suspect that this old Qin was a trainee.

The swordsmanship is so brilliant, it means that it means that wherever the sword light goes, there are pieces of hemp leaves falling to the ground.

It vaguely has the style of a kendo master.

Looking at Qin Yong's envious expression, Qin Shihuang danced his sword faster.

Soon a large piece of hemp leaves fell to the ground.

"Old Qin, okay, if we cut it down, we can't get it back."

Hearing Qin Yong's words, Qin Shihuang put his sword into the sheath, and his whole movement was smooth and flowing, and it was done in one go.

Qin Yong had to give Lao Qin a big thumbs up in his heart.

It seems that Lao Qin, who is obsessed with acting, is not useless either.

At least this sword art has reached a state that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Qin Yong packed up bundles of hemp leaves, and then tied them up in bundles.

I had six bundles of hemp leaves tied up, so I was worried now that I couldn't come here again.

It is at least three or four miles away from the beach on the island, and it is really a great deal to go back and forth.

Just when Qin Yong frowned and was in trouble.

Qin Shihuang has already started to act.

He easily put two bundles of hemp leaves on his back, then picked up a bundle in one hand, and started walking forward.

Good guy, Qin Yong doesn’t have to worry now.

He carried two bundles of hemp leaves, followed Lao Qin, and walked towards the beach.

Qin Yong saw that Old Qin was soaked all over, and even his hair was wet.

Now it’s noon time, and the hottest time of the day is coming.

Old Qin cut down so many hemp leaves just now, and now he took the initiative to carry two more bundles of hemp leaves, which made Qin Yong feel a little embarrassed.

Add a chicken leg to Lao Qin at noon.

Qin Yong made a secret decision in his heart and gave Lao Qin another bowl of wine tonight.

Today, the wine can be distilled, so let Lao Qin taste it.

Qin Shihuang didn't know what Qin Yong was thinking.

The reason why he carried four bundles of hemp leaves and left was because he wanted to see how Qin Yong made paper as soon as possible.

Papermaking is a magic technique that he never dared to imagine in his dreams.

In the art of salt making, although the Qin Dynasty could not create salt particles with uniform and crystal white grains like Qin Yong, the Qin Dynasty had coarse salt to eat after all.

This paper has never appeared in the Qin Empire.

As the emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Qin Shihuang knew very well that once this paper was born, it would have a great impact on the future of Great Qin.

If there is paper, Daqin will no longer use bamboo abbreviation.

The memorials on the bamboo slips are so heavy that they can fill a large carriage every day.

I was tired even if I held it in my hand. From morning to night, my hands and necks were almost cramped.

Alas, it's so difficult.

It's really hard for me.

Unexpectedly, the waves blow onto this island, and there was such an adventure.

Although Qin Yong kept saying that he was not an immortal.

Alas, he is not an immortal, how could he know so many strange spells?

The brush I just gave me didn't have any brush strokes.

This guy doesn't use ink when writing, which is really scary.

If you return to your palace and take out this pen when you go to court, you will definitely shock the civil servants and military generals.

Thinking of this, Qin Shihuang felt so happy.

In this way, Qin Shihuang, who was excited and thoughtful all the way, took the lead to the beach.

Even though hemp leaves were four bundles of his back, he was far away from Qin Yong.

"Old Qin, you have no strength. You are tied up with four bundles, and you are actually walking faster than me who carry two bundles."

"Looking at your head full of sweat, you must be exhausted."

"Do you want to eat sweet potatoes first to quench your thirst?"

Hearing Qin Yong's words, Qin Shihuang shook his head and waved his hand repeatedly.

"Qin Yong, let's make paper quickly. I really want to see how this paper is made."

It's over, and this old Qin has come back again.

Okay, Qin Yong has become used to it anyway, and it is difficult to change it if he is too immersed in the role.

Seeing Lao Qin's impatient appearance, Qin Yong began to take action.

After opening the bundled hemp leaves, they started to tinker.

"Qin Yong, do you need help?"

Qin Shihuang watched Qin Yong pick the leaves carefully and asked curiously.

"Old Qin, you naturally need your help. You have great strength. Wait until you push the stone mill."

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he became excited. Isn’t it just pushing the mill?

This large area of ​​rice was launched by myself.

What a big deal.

Qin Yong threw all the hemp leaves he picked into the stone pot.

Qin Shihuang continued to start his labor career under the sun.

However, he was willing to take this laborer and had to work hard.

Qin Shihuang, who was sweating profusely, quickly crushed the leaves into a mud.

The shape is simply indescribable.

Qin Yong took out the stone leaves that were crushed into a paste, and then threw them on the stone next to him.

Pa···pa··pa···

They accidentally sputtered the thick green juice of the two of them.

However, Qin Shihuang didn't care at all. His clothes could be washed if they were dirty, and his dragon robe could be made new if they were old.

Nothing is important to come from paper.

The hemp balls stuck to the stone were carefully spread out by Qin Yong, trying to make them dilute as much as possible, and they also look like paper.

Half an hour later, the stones around the stone mill were covered with mahjong.

"Old Qin, let's go back. At noon today, I'll add a chicken leg."

Qin Yong happily looked at Lao Qin, who was tired and sweating profusely, and said.

"Can you have a few more pieces of marinated meat? Or will the marinated meat taste more?"

Qin Shihuang strongly demanded.

"Okay, add a few more slices of cured meat."
Chapter completed!