Qin Hu

Chapter 59 Sister Yue, You Unplug Ruthless!
Xiangliyue was taken aback, and wondered, "What is paper?"

She also wanted to follow the Huatou and ask Zhao Zihu to study the method of weaving together, so that in the future, she would use cheap and practical cloth to replace the bulky and difficult-to-use bamboo slips.

But before she could put forward her own idea, Zhao Zihu threw out her own idea first.

Wait for the paper to come out?

Listening to the meaning of these words, it seems that it is still a long-standing idea!

"Well……"

Zhao Zihu realized that he had slipped his tongue, so he hurriedly looked outside the tent to make sure that the sharp guards on duty outside the tent would not hear his unintentional words, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Still the same sentence, if the matter of paper reaches Ying Zheng's ears, with his eagerness for quick success, he will definitely supervise with a whip and force him to make paper day and night!
Seeing his cowardly and cowardly appearance, Xiangliyue felt amused in her heart, and couldn't help being even more curious, and asked, "What are you afraid of, my lord?"

Zhao Zihu nodded noncommittally, and said: "That thing is a magical artifact, if Sister Yue wants to know the inside story, she will come to me. You need to know the law without passing it on to others."

Xiangliyue hesitated, but she was afraid that he would take advantage of the opportunity.

However, she was really curious. After hesitating for a moment, she moved and sat next to Zhao Zihu: "Please enlighten me, my lord."

Zhao Zihu leaned into her ear and said, "Sister Yue, have you ever thought that the hemp skin can be used to weave cloth, if it is soaked and softened, it will be like a paste, and then spread into an even and thin layer, sieved to remove the water and let it dry , so that it can be dried into a piece of cloth as thin as a cicada's wings, and it can be used to write characters."

Xiangliyue resisted the itchiness of the hot air blowing into her ears, but after hearing what he said, she hesitated and said, "Wouldn't it be that the sackcloth will rot if you tear it?"

However, due to her habitual thinking, she believes that the carrier of writing should be as solid as bamboo slips and cloth.

Zhao Zihu lowered his voice hesitantly and said, "It will rot if you tear it, so I call it paper."

"Also, elder sister Yue, don't try to be too stubborn. Paper can be torn, but can't the cloth be torn? Can the bamboo slips be folded continuously?"

"If you use it with care, paper can be passed on for thousands of years, but if you don't use it with care, the bamboo slips will be eaten by insects."

"The most important thing is that paper is easy to make! It's also easy to carry!"

"Soak it in a large pool of hemp paste, sieve it with a gauze frame, and dry it to become a piece of paper, but a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing can extract the text of a bundle of bamboo slips."

"How many characters are there in Mo Jing? How many bundles of bamboo slips do you need to write on the bamboo slips? Fifty bundles? One hundred bundles? Or five hundred bundles?"

"Just count as five hundred bundles! Five hundred bundles of bamboo slips, let one person carry them, even if they are exhausted, they will not be able to carry them! And written on paper as thin as a cicada's wing, how much can five hundred sheets weigh? About the same as a big brick!"

"Even a toddler, he must be able to hold a brick, right?"

Zhao Zihu leaned close to Xiangliyue's ear, muttering non-stop, but at some point, his hands had wrapped around the waist of the familiar sister.

The waist of a woman who practiced martial arts all year round is very slim and flexible!

Xiangliyue, on the other hand, didn't care about being taken advantage of by Zhao Zihu. At this moment, she was dumbfounded and fell into the magical use of paper described by Zhao Zihu.

If paper is really that magical, then its role in Mohism is far better than that of other schools of thought.

Those Mohism expositions that deconstruct the truth of the world do not need to be simplified, they can be put on paper in a detailed and clear manner, so that later students can understand at a glance, and the time saved can be used on this basis to deconstruct and explore more The profound truth of all things!

"Well……"

Xiangliyue regained her senses with a muffled snort, but it was Zhao Zihu who pushed her further and wanted to hug her and sit on his lap.

Xiangliyue was furious, her eyebrows were erected immediately, her pretty face was so cold that she was about to go mad.

Zhao Zihu was startled, and hurriedly whispered in her ear again: "By the way, after the paper is made, it can also be used with wood carving blocks."

"Sister Yue went to Jiangying the day before yesterday. She must have seen those wooden carvings that copied Feng Chan's paintings, right?"

"In the same way, in the future, the ink scriptures will also be carved into plates, combined with the manufacture of simple paper, and countless copies of the ink scriptures that are easy to carry will be printed and spread to all parts of the world. Anyone who wants to read it can read it, and anyone who wants to learn it can learn it..."

Xiangliyue listened to the ingenious idea whispering like a devil, and she became decisive and honest, and the anger on her pretty face turned into an excited reverie.

Even being held in Zhao Zihu's arms, he was still in a daze.

If the ink scriptures are really spread all over the world, and the day when anyone who wants to read it can read it and learn it, she is willing to die.

Including Eldest Father... I am afraid that Eldest Father can lie in the coffin on the spot, and he will be able to smile in the dark!

"Cough cough cough~!"

Fat Qing'er seemed to be choking, and suddenly coughed heavily, bringing Xiang Liyue back to reality.

She didn't know what Zhao Zihu said to make her Aunt Yue lose her composure, but she couldn't stand it anymore.

If you are so stupid again, you will be hugged into the bed and eaten!
"Um???"

Xiangliyue suddenly came back to her senses, and finally realized that she was sitting in Zhao Zihu's arms like a rag doll, and immediately raised her brows upside down again, and grabbed the dishonest tiger's claws.

Zhao Zihu grinned in pain, and resolutely pressed his sister's blushing ear again and said: "Also, paper can..."

Xiangliyue felt flustered, but she didn't want to do his tricks any more. She blushed so gracefully that she was about to bleed, she broke free from his arms, and shouted: "Eat your meal, after a quarter of an hour Start practicing sword!"

Zhao Zihu pursed his lips resentfully and muttered: "Unplug Wuqing..."

Xiangli Yue's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "What did you say?"

Zhao Zihu gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Yue is ruthless. If you want to learn from me, let me hug you. After learning the skills, you will get up and discipline others."

Xiangliyue didn't bother to pay attention to him, and sat back in her original seat, thinking about how to make paper while eating.

She knew that what Zhao Zihu said was simple, but it might not be easy to do it. Just like the method of frying steel, it needs a long time of exploration and experimentation!
However, unlike the steel frying method, it takes a lot of effort to build supporting iron furnace facilities for experiments.

The experiment of papermaking method is much simpler, that is, soak the hemp skin into a paste, and it can also be carried out during the east tour.

For example, transform a chariot into a waterwheel!

……

In Xiangliyue's wild imagination, he finished his breakfast.

After Zhao Zihu washed up a bit, he dragged Zhang Liang outside the tent to try out his sword skills and check the results of yesterday's sword practice.

Afraid of his brute strength, Zhang Liang refused to compete with the sword with a bitter face, until Zhao Zihu repeatedly promised that he would hold back his strength, and he reluctantly agreed.

"Please~!"

Zhang Liang held the wooden stick in his hand, and uttered a word, before the words landed, he stabbed out with the stick first.

But Zhao Zihu didn't dodge like yesterday, he stabbed the sheathed long sword out first, and stabbed Zhang Liang's forehead!
(End of this chapter)