Quick Travel: Start by pretending to be an envoy to help the First Emperor’s infrastructure

You'an didn't bother to inquire about the follow-up of Wool. After all, the eldest son who specialized in reporting from both sides took the initiative to tell her.

The public loser finally no longer looked down upon the Mo family, and Dianke also sent people one after another to contact the surrounding tribes. After all, the Xiongnu were still in disarray, and the "Prairie Qin Shihuang" who was rising in civil strife in the Central Plains had not yet become a phenomenon.

Whether it's good news or bad news, they all seem to like to come in groups. The improved paper can finally be used, and Fusu brought a stack to her, along with the matching rough version of pen and ink.

You'an looked at it with the brush curiously. It was so pitiful that he had to learn to write calligraphy with a brush since it was already very hard to recognize the characters here.

She said firmly: "I don't need it, just keep a small part. The output of paper is not high now, and the eldest son needs it more than me."

If there is enough paper, it is impossible to use stacks as delivery units. After all, neither Ying Zheng nor Fu Su can pick and pick Sosou, which just shows that the output is still very low.

Fusu was suspicious in his heart. Although the divine envoy spoke seriously and well-intentioned, he could always hear an impatient refusal, "Just leave the divine envoy here. Even if the divine envoy is not used, you must keep it for emergencies. Besides, The output of paper is not high now, and even if the gods take away these things, it will not be relieved. Fusu would like to thank the gods for their kindness."

You'an looked disappointed, but he still didn't send it out.

In order to prevent Fusu from noticing anything, she quickly changed the subject, "Who made these pens and inks?"

Fusu didn't know what she was thinking, so he answered truthfully, "The brush was made by Meng Neishi after seeing the ponytail, and the ink was provided by the clerk below."

As expected, Mengtian is still bored after going round and round.

As for ink, in fact, it has been available since the Western Zhou Dynasty, but it is not on a large scale. The ink that is presented now is also quite rough, but You'an is powerless, so he can only rely on them to slowly explore this aspect.

"Okay, the eldest son has other homes to send to, so there's no need to stay here." Not to mention others, Wang Wan is indispensable next to her. Tea can't cool down so fast when people leave, but she can already foresee that. After that, for most of the next half year, civil servants had to play tricks on paper.

The reality is that within half a year, Ying Zheng had just replaced the bamboo slips in Xianyang Palace, which had already caused a storm in the hearts of many people.

Whether they are leaders of various families like Li Si or ordinary civil servants and generals, anyone with eyes can see the benefits of paper.

One by one, they ran out of paper in Zhangtai Palace, and when they returned home after going to court, they had to face a room full of bamboo slips. Not to mention the thickness, it was a bit hard on the eyes to read.

Li Si took out a few pieces of paper from his wide cuffs. No matter who it was, it was normal to grab some small things from work. Li Si didn't panic at all. After all, everyone turned a blind eye.

He spread the paper on the desk and wanted to write but carefully moved it away. He took out the bamboo slips next to him and made a draft. After refining the pen again and again to confirm that it was correct, he copied it on the paper.

The visual impact of black text on white paper gives the most intuitive sense of beauty. Li Si admires the works in front of him with satisfaction. He is immersed in government affairs. He has not been so inspired for a long time. He feels that he still has many ideas and opinions. He wants to write them all down, but it is a pity that he can only write them down. A few pieces of paper.

Li Si cherished it and put the paper aside to dry, and started to deal with government affairs. But for some reason today, he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

After hesitating again and again, Li Si called someone in, "Go to the Young Mansion and ask if there is any paper that can be smoothed out."

This was not just Li Si's doing. The young manor was sparse, but it was not prosperous either. However, since "sneaking" became popular in the court, people would come to them to "talk in the dark" at every turn.

The young government officials who had been greeted long ago felt pain in their hearts. It wasn't that they didn't want to sell their favors. These were the boss's people who were usually out of reach, but now they couldn't take care of them all. "Li Tingwei is an important minister of the country, so of course he has it. However, the Young Mansion is currently short of manpower. More importantly, it takes time to make paper. Not much can be spread out, and I don't have much that can be spread on my hands."

"It's understandable that Feng Yushi supervises hundreds of officials to use more. It's just that there isn't much paper in stock right now, and the next batch will have to wait a few months. I will apply to the eldest son to give one to the censors. Don't call Feng Yushi a shortage. ."

"Prime Minister Wei naturally has some if he wants to use them, but I only have this much in my hands. I'm afraid I won't be able to get the others, so let's give them to the Prime Minister first."

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The same script is performed in various places in the Shaofu. Although it has a heavy performance component, it is really not hunger marketing if the paper can't be supplied. If you can still understand it when the Qin Dynasty has not yet been unified, now that it has been unified, everything must be tight. When the government comes, even in Xianyang School, only the head teacher can use it.

No matter how "secretly" the paper was used, the upper-class dignitaries all noticed that every family, regardless of whether it was declining or idle, had some connections, and they all knew that the official in Xianyang was using a new thing.

Obtained it through some means. As long as it is used once, it will basically want to get more in private. No matter how official the young man is, he can't deal with so many people. Fusu is surrounded by them and is exhausted. He keeps doing nothing. He immediately closed the young man's house, not allowing anyone to touch the paper, and then ran to the God's Mansion to hide.

This operation made the paper money circulating in the market even more expensive, and Xianyang paper became expensive for a while.

Fusu looked at the envoy who was idle again. The previous busy scene seemed like a dream for him, "The envoy's life is really leisurely."

You'an heard a secret sigh. He lay half-lying with his legs crossed and said confidently: "Of course."

She just had to take it easy to make up for the hard work she had done before.

She raised her eyebrows, looked at Fusu who had moved a desk to work next to her, and said in a strange tone: "The eldest son is really highly valued by His Majesty now. He brings government affairs wherever he goes, even for a pure idler like me." Not forgetting the place, it is really worthy of commendation.”

Fusu was not moved at all. After getting along with the divine envoy, he had already learned to be shameless, "Then please trouble the divine envoy to speak kindly in front of the father."

Youan rolled his eyes angrily and lay back. If Fusu could put the rogue attitude in front of her in front of his father, the atmosphere between father and son would be much more harmonious.

But, she raised her hands to cover her eyes. If she could say everything calmly, how could there be so many regrets and misses in the world?
Some words just can't be said, and the closer they get, the more awkward they become.

When I was watching, I looked calm, but when I was actually there, I realized that when it came down to it, it was as if my mouth was sewn together and I couldn't open it at all.

"Go away and don't create anxiety for me."

Fusu looked at the divine messenger who covered his eyes tightly. He stood up and moved the desk behind her. He had no choice but to do so. Sometimes the divine messenger was so unreasonable and all he could do was cooperate.

After all, he was hiding on someone else's territory, and he could do as he pleased.

(End of this chapter)