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Chapter 179 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
For this level of meaning, Fusu was also a little helpless, the matter was so urgent, Fusu really couldn't find a better reason to explain Dongjun Falling Star, so he could only find a reason to deal with it first, and then prevaricate.

"My lord, even if this old man writes this article, it will not be easy for everyone in Xianyang to know about it!" Shu Suntong hesitated.

Fusu said: "Sir, please don't worry, Fusu will not do anything you are not sure of. You only need to do things according to my orders."

Hearing the change of Fusu's address, Shu Suntong felt a little bit in his heart, knowing that if he didn't follow Fusu's idea, he might be called "Doctor" again in the future.

Different titles mean different relationships.

The problem at Shusuntong's side was solved, and the next problem was with the Shaofu. Fusu looked at Zhang Han and asked, "How much paper is there in the Shaofu so far?"

"Excluding the supply to the various government offices, there are no less than [-] pieces of paper left in the Shaofu."

One hundred thousand? ! !
Fusu calculated in his mind that there are about a million people in Xianyang at present, and that is ten people looking at a blank sheet of paper. It should be enough to eliminate most of the illiterate people.

What Fusu wants to do now is naturally newspapers. With the appearance of white paper and the printing technique has been preliminarily mastered, the emergence of newspapers has an appropriate time.

In the world before BC, what could deliver news and news faster than newspapers?No matter how many years those people who hide behind have been in business, it is difficult to compare with the increase in the speed of dissemination of news brought by newspapers.

This is the crushing of technology, an epoch-making force, and a blow to dimensionality reduction.Unless the people hiding behind the same use newspapers.

However, the technology of making white paper is still kept secret in Shaofu. Only Shaofu can provide a large amount of white paper, as well as printing techniques. The same is true, all of which are in the hands of Shaofu.

Even if those people behind the scenes can figure out how to make white paper, how can they mass-produce it in a short period of time?And it was only a small part of the production, Fusu believed that even if the Shaofu smashed him with quantity, he could kill him.

Therefore, if they want to compete with the newspapers produced by Fusu, they must also get the support of the Shaofu and use the blank paper from the Shaofu. If this is the case, Zhang Han will definitely provide the blank paper impatiently.

Then follow the clues, and easily catch the person behind the scenes.

Hearing the two's answers, Fu Su knew that half of the newspaper matter had been completed, and the next step was how to persuade Ying Zheng.

Fusu led the two of them towards the main hall where Ying Zheng was, and suddenly saw Meng Yi coming out of the hall.

Meng Yi also saw Fu Su, and hurriedly said: "My lord, aren't you grounded in the house? Why are you here?"

"I'll talk about this matter later, Meng Qing, tell me about the situation of your father?"

Speaking of this, Meng Yi said with a sad look on his face; "The star fell in Dongjun, His Majesty was furious, and ordered to kill all the people in a radius of a hundred miles around the meteorite, leaving no one behind."

"What?" Fusu's face suddenly became ugly.

Looking at Fusu's face, Meng Yi knew that Fusu still had a heart of benevolence, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Seeing that Fusu wanted to see Yingzheng, Meng Yi hurriedly stopped him, saying: "My lord, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run, don't be impatient..."

"Meng Qing, do you know how many innocent people there are in the hundreds of miles? How can I just sit back and ignore it." After speaking, Fu Su strode towards the main hall.

Zhang Han and Shusun Tong followed closely behind.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fusu, Zhang Han, Minister of the Shaofu, and Shu Suntong, Doctor of Daizhao, are asking to see you outside the hall." An eunuch said.

"Fu Su? Doesn't he have a few days before the ban can be lifted?"

Ying Zheng put down the brush in his hand, looked up at the eunuch, and said, "Let them in."

"The minister helped Su to kowtow to the emperor."

"Chen Zhanghan and Uncle Suntong have seen His Majesty."

"Fusu, aren't you still under the ban? Why are you here?"

Fusu immediately kowtowed and said, "Father, my son heard that the star fell in Dongjun, so I came here to ask my father."

Hearing Fusu's mention of this matter, Yingzheng's face became gloomy and uncertain, and he said, "What do you want to say?"

"Father, the falling star in Dongjun, people are in a state of panic, I think the most important thing is to appease people, Fusu is presumptuous, thinking that there may be a meteorite falling from the sky, but the engraving on it, I think it is man-made."

Glancing quietly at Yingzheng's face, Fusu continued: "The old minister, Zhang Han, the Minister of the Shaofu, and Shu Suntong, the doctor of Daizhao, jointly discussed the plan of publishing a newspaper and dedicated it to the emperor."

"newspaper?"

Fusu immediately told Ying Zheng about the matters in the newspaper, and at the same time handed his blank paper to Ying Zheng.

Seeing what was written on the white paper, Ying Zheng applauded slightly in his heart. He had long suspected that this matter might be man-made, and it was precisely because of this that he ordered the people around the meteorite to be exterminated in a rage, leaving no one behind. .

And what was written on Fusu's paper verified what he thought in his heart, and the core meaning expressed God's will. Extraordinary people can know it, but only those with destiny can comprehend it. This sentence made Ying Zheng very happy.

Seeing Yingzheng's expression, Fusu asked tentatively, "Father, my son heard that Father wants to kill all the people in the vicinity of the meteorite. I wonder if there is such a thing?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu, nodded and said, "That's true."

"Father, my son implores Father to take back the king's order."

"It's more likely that this incident was done by those Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao from the Six Kingdoms, and has nothing to do with those Guizhou heads. Just imagine, my father, those farmers who have been plowing the fields have never been able to read a word. How can they engrave letters on meteorites? Therefore, my son deduced from this , the person who carved the characters on the stone must be a literate person, and the person who can come up with such a vicious strategy must also be a person of insight, so I think that this matter is mostly done by those who hide among the people."

"East County was originally the land of the Wei State, and the Wei State produced people who were conspiring and strategizing. Most of this matter was done by them. My son, please let the emperor spare those innocent people and take back the king's order."

After saying this, Fusu lay down respectfully on the ground.

To be honest, Fu Su knew that he was taking a great risk by saying these things, but Fu Su couldn't let Fu Su sit back and watch those innocent people die as a result.

Those common people usually work in the fields and have been firmly nailed to the land all their lives. Unexpectedly, they would die because of a meteorite. Fusu felt that he was wronged!
In Xianyang, as the eldest son of Yingzheng, although Fusu knew that this matter was not of much benefit to him and had little to do with him, the wise choice was to keep silent.

But there are some things that cannot be measured by rights and interests!

(End of this chapter)