Chapter 6: Ying Zheng: I clearly made a profit, but I feel like I lost a lot

It was summer at the time, and the fermentation speed was fast. Weishengxue just chatted with others for a few minutes, and the steaming buns came out of the pot.

"Is this the 'steamed bun' that fellow Taoist mentioned?" Ying Zheng waved away the person who was testing the poison and picked up one out of curiosity. The steamed bun was soft and fluffy, and a hole was left when it was poked.

"This thing is soft." It's suitable for older people.

Ying Zheng immediately thought of Wang Jian, Wang Wan and other meritorious old ministers. If they had this thing, they would be able to eat more at each meal.

Weishengxue also took a bite. The texture of the coarse grain steamed bun was still rough, but it was much better than the dead dough lump.

Just think of it as eating some whole grains to lose weight.

For her, this is food that she can only swallow by comforting herself with the excuse of losing weight.

But to others, this is the recipe brought by the immortal.

The key point is, this is what immortals eat!

The chef made steamed buns for the first time and misjudged the expanded volume, so the first basket he steamed filled a whole basin.

After asking the immortal master for his opinion, Ying Zheng decided to distribute the first pot of steamed buns of the Qin Dynasty.

"Give Wang Jian, Wang Ben, Wang Wan, Feng Quji, Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi... one steamed bun each." He listed a series of names in one breath, all of whom were his trusted ministers.

But there is a limited number of steamed buns in a basket, and no matter how many there are, they cannot be distributed to all the important ministers.

The first group of people who received the rewards expressed their gratitude and proudly showed off to the others, "Look, this is your Majesty's reward! I am your most valued beloved minister!"

The provoked person was about to explode with anger, and turned around and looked at the First Emperor eagerly: Your Majesty, what about me? Am I not your beloved subject?

Ying Zheng: Oh no, the fish in the pond are about to fight.

The first pot is gone, but there are still the second and third pots, which will be arranged immediately.

The ministers who received the food regained their composure.

Your Majesty still loves me!

Wei Shengxue stood quietly aside with a steamed bun in her mouth, but the excitement in her eyes revealed her true thoughts.

Is this the relationship between ruler and subject in the world of immortal cultivation? It's like jealousy between a love rival.

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Before he could stop watching the fun, Ying Zheng finished distributing the steamed buns and looked over. Wei Shengxue blinked and said sincerely, "You have a really good relationship with your subordinates."

Thinking of the past when he attacked the six kingdoms, a faint smile appeared in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"I've relied on you all these years."

For a minister, having his merits and hard work remembered by the king is the happiest and luckiest thing, besides leaving his name in history.

Everyone said in unison: "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and your leadership is excellent."

Wei Shengxue also laughed when he saw this.

A boss who remembers the contributions of his subordinates and a group of subordinates who are moved by this, at least you don’t have to worry about infighting among yourself.

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Although he always said that strength is everything and he is fearless, but for the sake of a long-term stable life in the future, Wei Shengxue still used his only emotional intelligence and drew the stone mill blueprint entrusted to Fanpiao overnight, and also gave him a set of health exercises to improve joint stiffness.

The next day, when she handed the blueprints to the palace maid, she still had a few privately-collected storybooks she had plucked from the system on her desk. Naturally, she didn't notice the palace maid's amazement and treasured gesture when she took the blueprints, or the strange light in her eyes when she saw the pages fluttering in the breeze.

The palace maid gasped and quickly sealed the drawings and the jade stone that was said to contain the secret method of health preservation in a brocade box, and sent them to His Majesty the Emperor without any delay.

At this time, Ying Zheng was holding a small court meeting with his ministers, and all the important officials who had accompanied the Eastern Tour had gathered together. So when the thin blueprint was taken out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What is this!"

It is as light as a feather and as thin as a cicada's wing. One piece of paper can be used to write many words. The words that originally required dozens of bamboo slips can be written on just this one piece.

Ying Zheng: If this thing can be made, all memorials submitted in the future will be written with it, which will save a lot of time flipping through bamboo slips, and he can then modify another ten kilograms of official documents!

Li Si and other representatives of various schools immediately thought of their own theories. If this thing could be used, the dissemination of books would be much easier, which would greatly benefit the promotion of their own schools!

Wang Ben and other military generals thought about the transmission of military intelligence. The bamboo slips had limited capacity to carry text. In order to minimize loss, they had to simplify the language again and again. This process of simplification was another distortion of military intelligence.

"Your Majesty!"

Pairs of excited and expectant eyes looked at Ying Zheng, and the civil and military officials frantically hinted: Your Majesty, we want this!

Ying Zheng faced this fiery gaze and remained silent: Don’t I want to?

but--

"If you want to replicate something used by immortals, the cost should be no less than silk."

It’s not that the Qin Dynasty lacked light and easy-to-carry written materials, but silk was expensive, and even ordinary nobles could not afford it for daily use, let alone popularization.

But how can I be content if I don’t try?

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"Huh?"

Wei Shengxue blinked her eyes and looked at Ying Zheng in surprise as he came to her and asked what "paper" was.

"This is paper, don't you have any?"

No way, there was paper on our mother planet in ancient times. How could the world of immortal cultivation be even more backward than that?

Is this a beaver?

At this time, Li Si, who was good at debating with ministers and playing the victim, came online.

He kept talking a lot, but the bottom line was that he was bullied, you hit me and I hit you, and the inheritance was cut off, which resulted in him not knowing anything now.

"Then what do you use to write?" Wei Shengxue, who lived in the interstellar age, could not imagine what life would be like without paper. Thinking that this was the world of immortal cultivation, his imagination was aroused. "Are all books and news recorded on jade slips? That would be inconvenient to find."

Moreover, they are so poor, can they really afford to supply jade slips for large-scale use? They don't even have that much jade mines.

"Bamboo slips, we use bamboo slips." Ying Zheng took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve.

When Wei Shengxue saw him take out the bamboo slips, she was startled at first, and then she screamed in her heart:

"Ahhh Tongzi! 301! It's the bamboo slips! They were mentioned in the materials excavated from the mother planet! I saw a miracle! I actually saw the bamboo slips one day! I've made it!"

"So this is what bamboo slips look like. They look like slices of bamboo! No wonder they haven't been able to replicate it. It turns out my research direction is wrong."

Wei Shengxue stopped him and hurriedly asked someone to bring a basin of water. After washing and drying her hands, she solemnly took the bamboo slips.

Her series of actions left Ying Zheng and others confused. Could it be that the immortal master had gained enlightenment from this scroll of bamboo slips?

As expected of a god, he is so powerful!

The two sides' train of thought were completely incompatible, but both showed their most serious attitude.

The bamboo slips were slowly unfolded, and the handwriting was neat and the ink was clear. It could be seen that the writer was trying to write as small as possible, but in the end, only less than 40 words could be written on each bamboo slip.

After getting over the initial excitement of admiring the cultural heritage, Wei Shengxue also discovered the biggest shortcoming of these bamboo slips - they were heavy.

Paper is obviously more suitable as a carrier of text.

No wonder it was lost. It was not easy to use and inconvenient, so it was naturally replaced by more advanced ones.

but!

but!

This is a historical relic that has been lost!

"Fellow Daoist, I will trade you my papermaking technique for the method of making bamboo slips."

Wei Shengxue didn't think he would refuse. Apart from the meaning of "completing the broken history", bamboo slips could not be compared with paper at all.

Papermaking is one of the greatest inventions in human history, and its value is incomparable to bamboo slips.

Indeed, as a sane king, Ying Zheng would never refuse this deal that was clearly beneficial to him.

This could have been a great opportunity with huge profits, but because it was obtained too easily, he had the illusion that he had suffered a great loss.