big dry son-in-law

Chapter 270 Only fools engage in loss-making business!

Everyone swallowed their saliva!

What's better than a grenade? Could it be a giant grenade, one that can blow up the palace?
Li Shilong was also stunned, "What?"

"It's right outside. Just take a look and see?" Qin Mo smiled and said, "Li Yue, lead the way and let father go have a look!"

Li Yue also walked out in twos and twos, "Father, what I have brought is good stuff. You will be satisfied after seeing it!"

This time, everyone's curiosity was aroused.

Li Xin frowned and said, "Speak directly and don't keep it secret!"

"Uncle, do you know what a surprise is?" Qin Mo glanced at him sideways, "Why are you so rigid!"

Li Xin's face turned cold, "Qin Mo, this is the imperial court, how long are you going to make trouble?"

"Hey, I can't communicate with you!" Qin Mo sighed, "Father, anyway, the surprise that Li Yue and I have prepared for you is outside. It's up to you to see whether it's up to you or not!"

Li Shilong stood up, with a vague guess in his heart, and a look of excitement on his face, "Is it that one?"

"Go and take a look!" Qin Mo said with a naive smile.

"Go, go and see!"

Li Shilong trotted down the Jinluan Palace. Everyone was stunned. It was the first time to see Li Shilong so happy at the court meeting. He was usually serious about his words.

To put it bluntly, he just didn’t want his subordinates to figure out his thoughts.

But now, hey, Qin Mo said a few words and was so happy.

Li Yue quickly followed.

The courtiers parted ways, and Gongsun Wuji and others hurriedly followed.

Li Xin endured the pain in his feet and tried his best not to be so obviously lame.

A group of people surrounded the carriage, and Li Shilong said to Liu Rujian: "Lift the curtain!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Liu Rujian waved his hand, and then all the curtains of more than a dozen carriages were opened.

Everyone stretched their necks, only to find that the grenades inside were not at all.

"That white thing, what is it?"

"It seems...it's paper!"

"Ah, why are there so many books? They are all from universities and middle schools!"

"Why do those black boards look so like coffin boards?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Li Shilong excitedly walked around the carriage and took out the pure white paper, "Okay, okay!"

Many people's eyes popped out, "How come there is such white paper?"

Lu Sheng and Cui Yuan looked at each other, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Who else can make paper besides aristocratic families?

"How many blank sheets of paper are there here?"

"Father, there aren't many, just about a hundred thousand or so!" Qin Mo smiled naively.

One hundred thousand, not much?
Everyone almost vomited blood.

Gongsun Wuji's pupils shrank, "Qin Mo, where did this paper come from?"

"I made it!" Qin Mo said with a smile: "Uncle, if you want it, I will give you some. If it doesn't work, I will build a paper mill for you!"

Of course Gongsun Wuji thought in his heart, but he dared to answer the question and looked at Qin Mo with a smile, "Why is this paper so white? How many can you make in one day?"

"You ask me how I know, and I didn't make it! But now I seem to be making ten or twenty thousand pieces a day, which is not very efficient!"

Listen, is this human language?Ten to twenty thousand a day, hundreds of thousands a month.

Such a large paper is white and smooth, better than rice paper!

"Qin Mo, can this paper really make [-] or [-] sheets a day?" Li Shilong's breathing became rapid.

"It's like this now. That's because it's difficult to build factories in cold weather. When the weather warms up, we can build more factories. Let alone ten or twenty thousand, even one or two hundred thousand pieces of paper. That will be easy!" Qin Mo smiled naively. , "But I don't care much about it. Li Yue is in charge. He just goes over to check it out every now and then!"

One or two hundred thousand sheets of paper, isn’t that just a few million sheets a month?
It’s amazing that one or two million pieces of rice paper can be produced in a year.

The most important thing is that it is expensive. The official paper designated by Daqian is ivy paper, which is not a declaration of edict. It is just that, even if you have money, you can't buy it.

The Daqian Palace uses the best leather paper. In fact, rice paper is a kind of leather paper, using green sandalwood bark.

If you can't buy rice paper, you can use silk and silk to write and draw. You must know that silk and silk can replace money in Daqian.

Generally, it costs 1000 Daqian Tongbao (12 meters).

A piece of ordinary small rice paper costs 10 Daqian Tongbao, while high-quality rice paper costs 100 Daqian Tongbao, or even more expensive.

Outrageous!

How can ordinary people study if they can't even afford paper?

Li Yue also walked over at this time, "Father, I have already asked people to work overtime to build a new factory. The output should be increased to [-] to [-] pieces of paper by the year."

He didn't go to the new factory much, and his focus was mainly on the new department.

He has been looking for a site, but he has also been paying attention to the new factory. Once something is built, samples will be sent to his house.

"Okay, well done!" Li Shilong was delighted!

He took out the pen again, "This is a pencil, right?"

"That's right, Father, we can now make tens of thousands of these pencils a day, and each one can write two to three thousand words!"

Qin Mo took out a simple pencil sharpener. Don't underestimate this matchbox-sized pencil sharpener. This is already the pinnacle product of Daqian Industry.

He put the pencil in, rolled it, and the pencil shavings fell down, "Father, please write and see!"

Li Shilong held the pencil, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

Li Yue saw Li Shilong's embarrassment and stepped forward, "Father, this pen must be grasped like this!"

As he spoke, he started writing on the white paper.

Just look, one word after another appears on the paper, very fast!

Li Shilong took a look and wrote a few words. Although it was weird, it did save more effort!
"Yes, although it is not the right path, it is excellent for enlightenment!" Li Shilong commented!
"Thank you for the compliment, Father!" Li Yue felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"How much does this blank paper and pencil cost?"

"A small piece of white paper with five Daqian Tongbao, and a large paper with 150 Daqian Tongbao. A large paper can cut 27 small pieces of paper four feet square!"

what!
Everyone took a breath.

Can a four-foot square piece of paper be considered a small piece of paper?

One foot is considered small paper, and four feet is definitely medium-sized paper.

If you calculate it this way, wouldn't it be possible to cut more than 100 small pieces of paper from one large piece of paper, and the price is only one-tenth of the price of high-quality rice paper?

If I save these 100 pieces of paper, I can write for more than ten days!
After a month, I only have three to four hundred Daqian Tongbao, and I can still write every day.

At this time, the ministers were confused.

Especially the people from various aristocratic families were extremely anxious.

This paper is whiter than rice paper, the price is so much cheaper than rice paper, and the output is so high, what advantage will they have in the future?
"Wouldn't you lose money if you buy it so cheaply?" Dai Wei couldn't help but ask.

"Only fools do business at a loss!" Qin Mo snorted.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s so cheap and you won’t lose money!

Is there still a way out for rice paper?
(End of this chapter)