My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 82
This matter was widely spread.

One day, Fusu went to the Shangshutai library to look for some Mohist classics.

In this era, there are many books that later generations have never heard of, and there are not so many classics of Mohism that exist in later generations.

There are many practical things in Mohist writings, and Fusu wants to see if they can be used in papermaking.

However, as he approached the Chancellor's Desk, Fusu found that the Secretariat's Desk, which had always been relatively quiet, was actually full of people today.

Fusu met his royal family members, Xiong Qi, Qin Teng, Xiong Yi, Ziying...

In the Shangshutai of the palace, I saw all the nobles of the palace, and even Wang Wan.

Fusu was stunned.

Fusu thought he had traveled to another world.

Different from Fusu's surprise, these people looked a little embarrassed when they saw Fusu.

Fusu greeted these elders one by one, from the oldest uncle to the younger brother Wang.

"Why are you all here?" Fusu really didn't understand.

Since when did the Palace Shangshutai become a place where they could come and go at will?

Are you all touched by yourself?Decided to change his mind, and in the future, he will work hard to study hard and become a real superior.

Fusu saw that Li Si was also in the hall.

Only then did Fusu realize that they seemed to be in class.

And Li Si was still in the side seat.

This also means that Li Si is the teacher.

Others are his students.

"I pay homage to the prince."

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

Li Si looked at the ground, preparing his words.

Xiong Qi raised his head and continued to look at the clouds in the sky.

Wang Wan lowered his head and opened the book.

Feng Quji and Mao Jiao suddenly discussed something important.

Qin Teng sat on the seat with his hands folded around his chest, looking left and right, but he didn't look directly at Fusu.

Qin Wuyan, a veteran of the clan, was also there, and he hurriedly looked towards the ground, as if he was looking for something.

Chang Wenjun stood up, "There is nothing to hide. We are just learning the new Li created by the prince."

"Ah—so that's how it is." Fusu suddenly realized, and then pretended to be calm, looking at these prime ministers, Shangqing, and doctors with unnatural expressions.

"I have something important to do today, so I'm here to look for a few books, so I won't bother you." Fusu held back his stomach aching from laughing.

Fusu made a gesture of resignation, turned around and left.

It's just that he couldn't help laughing out loud as soon as he passed the crowd, and ran away quickly.

A group of ministers had no choice but to shout reluctantly from behind, "Send the prince off."

Changwen Jun originally thought that there was nothing to make a fuss about learning the new regalia created by the prince. They were ministers and they had to take the lead in learning the new regalia first.

But after hearing Fusu's laughter, Chang Wenjun seemed to hear Fusu's proud voice.

'You are not as good as me! '

Xiong Yi's butt fell heavily on the seat, and his face no longer had the calmness it had before.

When Fusu found the book and came out, he saw that these people were still resting.

Fusu walked past with a sullen face.

Fusu, hold on!can't laugh.

Everyone greeted Fusu again.

Only this time, Xiong Yi walked up to him with a smile and asked, "I heard that the prince is still making paper?"

"promise."

Nuo means right in this period, well, I get it.

But this word can only be used by a superior to a subordinate.

"Excuse me, Prince, what is paper?" Xiong Yi said, pretending to laugh.

Xin standing behind Fusu stood silently, just staring at Xiong Yi with his big eyes.

When Xiong Yi saw the letter like this, he became solemn.

"I heard that the paper the prince wants to make is soft, made of grass and wood scraps, and can be used by everyone to write on."

"I heard that this kind of thing can be easily used by ordinary people."

"Excuse me, prince, isn't this kind of thing silk cloth?"

The smile on Fusu's face disappeared, "Why are you laughing?"

"Prince, I am not smiling."

"You laughed too." Fusu noticed that Lord Changping and the clan veterans Qin Wuyan and Qin Teng all laughed.

"Prince, we are not laughing." These people collectively bowed to Fusu humbly and replied.

Fusu had no choice but to say, "See you later!"

"Congratulations to the prince."

After Fusu left, Fusu heard a burst of laughter erupting from the Shangshutai.

Fusu took a few steps back and saw these people immediately picking up the bamboo slips and pretending to read a book.

After Fusu left, they started laughing again.

Xin remembered that from that day on, the prince's already round face became more determined.

……

It was not until autumn that the matter settled down.

When the first piece of paper that was considered qualified in his eyes was produced, Fusu immediately took the wolf-hair brush that he had ordered to make and wrote many words on it.

Half an hour later, Fusu picked up the new paper again, the paper was neither broken nor ink penetrated.

"It looks good." Fusu leaned back, feeling particularly happy.

Those craftsmen also have sweat flowing on them.

In order to make the "paper" that Fusu wanted, they wished they could mix their brains into the vegetable pulp and water juice.

Now the craftsmen are all smiling.

"Reward. Everyone has a big reward. I wanted to reward you with some clothes and gold, but I thought that you, like me, can't even go out of the palace, so I don't need these extraneous things. You can tell yourself, what do you want? What do you want?"

This is the inconvenience of living in the palace. Once you are in, it is difficult to get out.

Fusu couldn't do it, and other eunuchs and craftsmen couldn't do it.

These craftsmen said that since they were pulled into Yuyang Palace, they had to stay here because of safety issues in Fusu, and many of them hadn't seen their relatives for half a year.

Now that the paper is ready, some of them naturally hope to go home temporarily; some hope to send their belongings back; some say they only want the belongings.

"Yes. You can."

Fusu agreed to all kinds of requests in one breath.

With rewards, these craftsmen will naturally work harder in the future.

Since then, Fusu has been urging these craftsmen to speed up the improvement of paper technology on a daily basis.

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

Making paper is easy.

The invention of papermaking was not easy.

Papermaking requires long-term craft precipitation, principle summary, material selection, and tool improvement.

The current paper manufacturing technology has only just begun, but the quality is very unstable. Some are very strong, while others are easily invaded by moisture and soon become soft and wet.

Especially when autumn is here, there are more problems with "paper".

Some paper seems to contain a lot of raw material and wood debris, with a lot of impurities, but it is very strong.

Fusu could only give up the color purity of the paper and improve the quality first.

If he is lucky, Fusu will still be able to see the mass production of paper in his lifetime.

That will achieve a leap and upgrade of civilization.

(End of this chapter)