Chapter 23 Qin Ying presents treasures [Jinjiang genuine exclusive release·Treasures of a Land]...
As the person whose robe was being pulled by the little fellow, Qin Ying was the person closest to the pile of strange objects on the floor besides Qin Ying. He was so surprised when he saw this miraculous scene with his own eyes that his pupils shrank. The baby voice of his darling grandson saying to him in a baby voice, "Grandfather, the black bird gave me good things in my dream again last night!" was still echoing in his ears. The pile of cube objects had piled up to his knees. How could he not be surprised?
After calming himself down, His Majesty the Emperor pursed his lips, leaned over, picked up a thick book from a pile in front of his knees, and began to read it.
What catches your eye are the extremely impactful colorful pictures and the rows of densely packed small square characters.
The small square characters weren't a big deal; he couldn't understand them, but he had seen them on those seed bags many times in the past month. But the vibrant images, so vivid and lifelike they looked like real plants, startled the First Emperor so much that his pupils dilated slightly. "My God, how could there be such a vivid and lively picture in the world?"
Ying Zheng looked over and over at the object in his hand, recalling the similar historical book called "Records of the Grand Historian" that he had glimpsed in his grandson's dream last month. His eyelashes trembled. Could it be that this strange object was the "book" used in outer space?
Li Si, who was kneeling on the seat, came to his senses and could not stay any longer. He hurriedly stood up from the seat, walked around the table and hurried towards the royal grandfather and grandson.
Fusu, who was kneeling on the wooden floor, was shocked and could not help but crawl carefully to his son's side. He reached out and picked up a white semicircular object and looked at it curiously.
Even Zhao Gao, who was standing in front of a big pillar, stretched his neck to watch.
"Ying, what are these things?"
"Is this also a bowl? It looks a bit strange."
Fusu held the thing in his hand and asked his young son with surprise.
Seeing Meng Yi had already arrived carrying a small square table with writing brushes, ink, and bamboo slips, Qin Ying pulled on the corner of her grandfather's robe and squatted on the smooth wooden floor. She immediately picked up a white porcelain bowl with both hands, tilted her little head up, and presented it to her grandfather with admiring eyes in a baby voice, saying:
"Ya ...
"porcelain?"
The First Emperor reached out to take the white porcelain bowl from his grandson, and gently stroked the wall of the bowl with his slender fingers. He found that the bowl felt as smooth and delicate as a jade bowl, lighter than a copper bowl, and more beautiful than a pottery bowl. In the sunlight outside the window, it emitted a hazy and soft halo. It was just like its name, and it made people feel that this was an extremely light, fragile and delicate object.
Zulong, who loved making large figurines and collecting treasures, immediately fell in love with this new artifact and nodded and smiled at his grandson:
"good."
The onlookers could not understand the baby's language and could only hear His Majesty say "porcelain, not bad", which made them completely confused.
Meng Yi, who was in charge of recording, asked in confusion:
"Your Majesty, what exactly is this porcelain?"
The First Emperor lowered his gaze to glance at his grandson, and Qin Ying immediately began to babble.
When His Majesty the Emperor heard his grandson's tender little voice, the anger he had caused with his eldest son dissipated a lot. His long eyebrows, which had been slightly wrinkled unconsciously, also relaxed a little. He gently put the porcelain bowl back in his hand and said to Meng Yi's simultaneous interpretation:
"Yi, Ying said porcelain is something from outer space, and like pottery, it's fired in a kiln. Compared to Jijin vessels, porcelain is healthier for holding food."
"Yeah..." Qin Ying quickly added.
When the First Emperor heard his grandson's words, he was startled and his brows knitted together again. After hesitating for a moment, he translated the words verbatim:
"Ying also said that porcelain bowls are good and copper bowls are bad. Xuanniao said that copper tableware can easily cause poisoning if used too long! From now on, we should stop using these beautiful utensils and just use them as sacrificial ornaments..."
As soon as the word "poisonous" was uttered, everyone in the hall was shocked.
Li Si turned around and saw the icy cold sugarcane juice that His Majesty had recently given him placed on his desk. He had drunk it till only the bottom of the cup remained. His face was filled with fear, and he wanted to find a place to vomit it out. Realizing that he might have been poisoned, he looked at the confused Xiao An Guojun with tears in his eyes, and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Your Highness, the Jijin vessel is a precious artifact that has been used by the nobles for nearly a thousand years. Is it really poisonous?" Don't talk nonsense! It will scare people to death!
Qin Ying looked at the old man's desperate yet expectant eyes, grinned with an evil smile, and immediately nodded her furry little head frantically.
Li Si's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously put his hand over his heart, almost throwing up his hands in anger. Then he heard His Majesty speak again:
"Don't panic, Tingwei. Ying said that the accumulation of toxins from auspicious metal objects is long-term and slow. Don't use them anymore. Drink more goat's milk, take good care of yourself, and you will slowly recover."
As if he had suddenly grabbed a dead log that floated before him in the raging sea, Li Si quickly clung to this life-saving remedy and nodded to the baby with gratitude.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your advice. I will replace all the copper tableware in our home with pottery and buy two ewes to drink their milk daily."
Seeing that the old man was so receptive to advice, Qin Ying nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Li Si couldn't help but glance at the eldest son kneeling beside him, secretly criticizing in his heart: "The eldest son is a grown-up, but he's not as sensible as the eldest grandson, a baby! He only serves to annoy His Majesty every day! How can he please His Majesty like the young An Guojun?!"
As if he could hear the crickets chirping in Li Si's heart, expressing his dissatisfaction with him, Fusu held the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked up at his father with worried eyes, and whispered:
"Father, you have been using the auspicious gold vessels for so many years. Your holy body is precious. It would be safer to send for a royal physician to take a closer look later."
When the First Emperor heard the rare words of concern from his stubborn eldest son, he glanced at him. Although he didn't say anything, the anger in his belly dissipated for the most part.
He leaned over and picked up the cylindrical crystal cup on the ground. Seeing that it was double-layered, with a gleaming silver metal filter inside the mouth, as if used for filtering, he couldn't help but sigh and say:
"This crystal cup from outer space is indeed exquisitely crafted. I wish my Great Qin could one day produce porcelain and such beautiful crystal objects."
Hearing the emperor's sigh, Meng Yi, Li Si and others all looked at the health-preserving porcelain and the crystal double-layer cup that emitted a beautiful colorful halo under the sunlight with envy.
Qin Ying's little ears twitched, and she quickly grabbed the corner of her grandfather's robe and tried to stand up. She pointed at a pile of books and babbled some instructions to her unfortunate father who was kneeling on the floor.
Fusu looked at his son's deliberately chubby round face and couldn't help but touch his tall nose with his fingers guiltily. After all, his son was very smart and probably knew that he would be kicked out of the house by his father again.
He hadn't realized it at first when he was arguing with Li Si in the former court, and he had the courage to charge forward fearlessly when he made his father angry. But when he saw his seven-month-old son standing trembling in front of him, Fusu finally realized that he was no longer a human being, but a husband and a father with a wife and a child. What he did would affect both mother and child.
The sense of guilt that came up a beat late at this moment was like a surging tide that submerged Fusu from head to toe. He pursed his lips and followed the movements of his son's little hands to spread the tall stack of square objects one by one on the floor.
The First Emperor lowered his eyes and watched the interaction between the father and son. He also saw the guilt towards his wife and children emerging in his eldest son's eyes, but it did not shake his mind in the slightest.
By the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fusu would be twenty years old and would have held his coming-of-age ceremony, but the child had never even left the city of Xianyang.
From his great-grandfather King Zhaoxiang, to his father, and then to himself, all of them were held hostage in foreign countries at a young age. They suffered a lot in foreign lands and were looked down upon by nobles of foreign countries at an early age. They had a personal experience of this cannibalistic and chaotic world and were very tough. Although his great-grandfather King Xiaowen did not have the experience of being held hostage in another country, his eldest brother Prince Dao unfortunately died of illness while being held hostage in Wei State. His great-grandfather temporarily took over as the crown prince. He also suffered a lot as a half-time crown prince under his great-grandfather who was notoriously bad-tempered.
Compared with his great-grandfather, Ying Zheng believed that his temper was one of the best. If Fusu dared to provoke his great-grandfather like he did to him, his great-grandfather would have wielded the Qin King's sword and beaten the stubborn descendant.
Let his eldest son, who has been pampered in the capital since birth, go to the frontier to see with his own eyes the lives of the prisoners and gain some experience.
The First Emperor withdrew his gaze from his eldest son's head, knelt on the wooden floor, and watched his grandson crawl around the row of open books, reading as he went. After picking and choosing for a while, he excitedly dragged a big book in front of him and pushed it to him with sparkling eyes.
Ying Zheng reached out and picked up the large book, flipping open the cover with his fingers. Seeing the drawings inside, he found they looked somewhat like the process of a Shaofu craftsman firing pottery. He looked at his grandson and speculated:
"Ying, could it be that this book is about burning porcelain?"
"Books?" When the onlookers heard His Majesty shout "books" at these large and small square objects, their eyelids twitched in surprise.
Li Si couldn't help but touch the "book" closest to him with his fingers. Seeing that the thin silk-like thing was densely covered with so many words, his mind immediately became active.
Qin Ying also nodded with a smile, pointing to a pile of books below, and talking and gesturing to her grandfather, "ba ba ba" and "de bo de bo" as she babbled.
Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, completely bewildered, the Emperor first looked surprised, then his eyes grew brighter and brighter, until his entire handsome face visibly turned red. Li Si was so anxious that he almost scratched his head, blaming himself for his lack of knowledge. He couldn't even understand baby talk at this crucial moment! What had Prince Xiao'an said to His Majesty that had so agitated him?
Several people waited for a whole incense stick's time. When they saw the little baby swallow his saliva, he finally stopped talking. He held Zhao Gao and quickly brought the honey water in a small ceramic bowl and drank it up in big gulps.
The First Emperor's eyelashes trembled twice, and he suppressed the great joy in his heart. He turned to his eldest son and two important ministers, clapped his hands happily and laughed:
"Hahaha, Yi, Si Qing, Ying is indeed the child chosen by the Black Bird!"
"This child just told me that the books lined up on the floor are all paper books, made from extremely cheap raw materials such as bamboo, rotten fishing nets, and scraps of cloth."
"Paper?" It was the first time Fusu heard this strange thing. Even though his father had not named him, he was the one who reacted the fastest and exclaimed.
The First Emperor nodded. His eldest grandson was so successful that even his stubborn eldest son, who always irritated him, began to like him.
His Majesty the Emperor was too lazy to get angry with his eldest son. He pointed at the people in front of him according to the direction of his grandson's little finger, smiled with his eyes curved, and translated one by one:
"Ying said the book is called 'Secrets of Ancient Papermaking'. As long as we follow the methods described in the book and collect the raw materials to make paper, we can make pages of paper that are convenient for writing."
"Paper is light and easy to use. It can be folded and carried, and can be cut to any size. Transcribing the contents of a bamboo scroll might only require one large sheet of paper."
As soon as the First Emperor finished speaking, Li Si was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly open, his eyes filled with shock: "Oh my God! This paper is simply the thing that drives countless scholars crazy!"
After realizing the huge potential value of this thing, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looking at the exquisite paper books with shining eyes, and was already thinking about how to use this magical papermaking method to control the disobedient literati in the world.
"In addition to the papermaking technique, Ying also said that this book is called 'Secrets of Ancient Printing Methods.' The black characters on the paper book on the floor weren't written one by one by hand, but were printed one by one using a method called 'printing.' As long as the craftsmen in the Shaofu master the printing method taught in the book and use the paper they've made, they'll be able to mass-produce paper books. They can print as many copies as they want, and if they want to promote something, they can print it on large paper and post it directly among the people."
"Bang!" Li Si's eyes widened and he fell to the wooden floor in shock.
Qin Ying went over and saw this seemingly reserved old man laughing silently. His face was wrinkled like a blooming chrysanthemum. He was ecstatic! Ecstatic!
It is obvious that this extremely clever Prime Minister has figured out how to use the two powerful weapons of "papermaking" and "printing" to control the scholars among the people.
Meng Yi held the brush in his trembling right hand and wrote quickly on the bamboo slips.
Fusu also subconsciously held his forehead with his fingers, feeling huge joy rushing into his heart like waves, almost making him faint.
Zhao Gao took the opportunity to feed His Royal Highness Zhangsun some water and came close to the Emperor, looking at the treasures on the ground with shock in his eyes.
After Li Silian took three deep breaths and finally suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and calmed down again, he looked at His Majesty the Emperor expectantly.
The First Emperor also understood Li Si's expression and nodded slightly. He then picked up a thick paper book, flipped open the pages and gestured for the others to read the lifelike pictures. He smiled happily and said,
"Ying said this book is called 'Five Hundred Wild Vegetables Atlas,' and it introduces the types of wild vegetables commonly eaten by the people. If the common people can learn to identify the wild vegetables in this atlas and understand their corresponding habits, in spring, there will be a wide variety of wild vegetables to dig up and eat all over the mountains and fields, and there will no longer be any worry about dying from eating poisonous weeds."
The world is big, but filling your stomach is the most important thing.
After listening to the introduction of this paper book, Fusu, Li Si and Meng Yi all looked at the innocent little baby with mixed feelings. The importance and value of this "Wild Vegetable Atlas" to the Qin Dynasty is simply immeasurable!
The stimulation and shock they received in such a short period of time were so many and so great that they could no longer make any other expressions on their faces.
The First Emperor carefully put down the precious "Wild Vegetable Atlas" in his hand, and told a few people what the three books "Five Hundred Delicious Food Recipes", "Livestock, Poultry and Fish Farming Encyclopedia", and "Ancient Methods of Making Glass, Cement and Porcelain" were about, which his grandson had told him in baby language.
As Meng Yi quickly wrote with his brush, he sighed inwardly, "What a shame that the Minister of Grain didn't come to the Zhangtai Palace today! If Xu Qing had seen these two paper books on farming and animal husbandry with his own eyes, he would have fainted from excitement!"
I saw that Your Majesty introduced eight books in a row, but did not introduce the last five.
Li Si had an idea in his mind. He thought that the remaining five books were very important and very secret. They were so important that His Majesty would not allow others to know about the existence of these five books until he understood what these books were for.
The First Emperor reached out and touched the covers of the last remaining copy of "Secrets of Ancient Fire and Powder Making" and four copies of "Chinese Dictionary". His eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing his father suddenly become silent and deep in thought, Fusu suppressed the surging joy in his heart, looked at the expression on his father's face, and asked cautiously:
"Father, I have presented you with so many precious treasures bestowed by the Mysterious Bird today. Will you still agree to the Book Burning Order proposed by the Court Justice?"
Seeing that the eldest son had gone around in circles and had even brought up the source of the matter that had made His Majesty so furious, Meng Yi, who had just finished writing, couldn't help but tremble with his brush and his heart was instantly in turmoil, fearing that the joyful and festive atmosphere brought by the emperor's eldest grandson would once again turn into a terrifying atmosphere of wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
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