The sixth-level official and official doctor was whipped by a lowly Hu slave. It was a very shameful and humiliating thing. If it was dealt with as disrespectful crimes, it would be even more unwilling to kill the slave.

In recent years, the Hu people have repeatedly offended the border, and the Han people hated them to the core. As a wanderer, Jisang claimed to be patriotic and loving the people. In the past, if he saw Hu people on the street, he would definitely go up to tease and humiliate them, but if he had any disrespect or resistance, he would beat the other party. If you want to fight back, you can try it?

If you fight back, you dare to kill you in the street.

But today he was retribution, humiliated in public but could not retaliate against him, and almost let him die of depression. He could only drag his right arm to the point of numbness and seek a clinic for treatment. After a while, other rangers heard about this and came to him.

"According to the hero, we have already inquired for you. The soldiers guarding the city gate said that the prince Yan was named Han Yan, and was the evil grandson of Gong Gaohou, and came to visit King Hejian."

"They registered when they entered the city. The Hu man who beat you was named Han Erdan, who was Han Yan's slave. When he was in Gonggao Marquis Kingdom, he did not enter the city to send a message and did not have an identity certificate, so he was very fierce and injured the minor official and was arrested as a slave and bought it at a cheap price by Han Yan."

"Then Han Yan is just the descendant of a prince of a small country, but he dares to be so arrogant. According to the hero, this face must be recovered."

"Yes, I need to find it..."

Everyone started talking, but no one dared to really find Han Yan because no one talked about some things, so as not to look bad on Sang's face.

The most well-informed people in the martial arts world are the most well-known. Han Yan is not only the princes as their backers, but also the favorite minister of the Crown Prince Liu Che. He dares to call Liu Buhe as his eldest nephew. But the prince did not talk back. He scolded Ju Sang for seeking death on the spot. It can be seen that Han Yan has a close relationship with King Liu De of Hejian.

In Hejian Country, even ten people in the Sang Dynasty could not afford to offend others.

"hiss……"

The doctor was a little heavy, so he asked Jusang to take a breath of air conditioning. He knew in his heart that he could not afford to offend Han Yan on the land of Hejian Country, but the Hu slave must not let him leave Hejian Country, otherwise where would I put my face and how could I stay in the world in the future?

So he called out the three most loyal thugs under his command, pig, pig, pig, and pig, and gave me some instructions...

...

Liu De had the Hejian Palace, but in order to recruit knowledgeable scholars and famous scholars from all over the world, to facilitate the proofreading of the anecdotes, study Confucianism and write books, he specially built a large-scale Rihua Palace, with rugged and majestic railings, jade-like buildings, carved beams and painted roads, towering ancient pines and towering sky, and arches of the moon bridge.

There were 800 Confucians from Qi, Lu, Yan, Zhao and other places gathered here to read day and night, proofread, edit poetry and classics that were sought by the people. There were also study and tea rooms for Confucians to enjoy, stables and carports for horses and carriages, which alone built more than 20 areas.

Under the leadership of Liu Bulai, Han Yan visited all the way, but there were hundreds of people presenting books in front of the palace gate, and there were long queues, which were quite spectacular. It is said that there were so many people every day.

Because Liu Dehui ordered someone to copy a copy of the book and give it to the owner of the book, and then leave the real book and give the presenter gold and silk. These rewards are enough to improve the life of the presenter of the book.

Going in, you will see the graceful Confucian scholars walking in a hurry, everyone keeps their hands off the books and their eyes squinted. They are full of busy scenes. There are seven or eight people gathered in the tea room, specializing in classics and discussing theories. Those who are eager to learn something, as if they have some understanding.

"How might it be." Seeing countless hardworking figures in Rihua Palace with your own eyes and the lively discussion atmosphere, Han Yan could only think of this word to describe it.

"My lifelong efforts are in this Rihua Palace, so of course I am not blowing. Looking around all over the world, only the Hejian Kingdom can soak ink and die and suck tea and thirst. It is a holy place for scholars all over the world and the center of Han culture."

Liu Bulai said with pride, but he did have the capital to be proud.

In this ancient Han Dynasty, there were less than one million people who knew literacy and less than one hundred thousand people who were educated. It was these 100,000 people who ruled the Han Dynasty and ruled the 36 million people and mastered this group of cultural people. If Emperor Jing of Han suddenly died one day, Liu Che also had an accident, and only Liu De in the royal family would be able to rule the world.

He did not compete for the throne, did not participate in the palace struggle, and did not show his strength in the center of the princes in the world, but was ready to sit in that position at any time. Han Yan had to sigh, Liu De was powerful.

The entire Rihua Palace covers an area of ​​ten thousand, and the palaces of books occupy three thousand. The bamboo slips form mountains and are arranged in a row. The bookcases are endless and endless. When you arrive here, you feel like you are coming to the "ocean of books", which is really shocking.

"I've sent it!" This was Han Yan's first sentence after entering the palace, and even a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Liu Buhai was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Didn't the court provide paper for the princes and princes? Why didn't your father make more? One piece of paper can hold dozens of bamboo slips, making it easy to read, and it doesn't have to worry about collecting books."

Han Yan pointed to the scholar not far away and was looking for books in volumes of books next to the huge bookcase. He picked it up and put it down. He picked it up and put it down. No matter how good his temper was, he was anxious... When he encountered a long discussion, he could not finish writing a hundred bamboo slips, and sorting it was even more troublesome. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Hi." Liu Bulai sighed and said, "I, Aweng, also want to make more paper, but the paper output in the court is very small, the price is too expensive, and it is quite rough, so it is easy to blur it with ink. A few years ago, Aweng found a group of people to improve paper, but those people were all waste and spent a ruthless meal but couldn't figure it out. My father was helpless and used bamboo slips."

"Oh, that's it..." Han Yan nodded in response with a smile, thinking silently, should I cheat him for 50 million, or would it be better to cheat him for 100 million?

While thinking, Liu De had already walked over from the depths of the palace.

The skylight on the top of the palace was blessed by him, making him look like a pride of heaven, gentle as jade, white crown, elegant and luxurious, and every move is strictly stitched.

"Han Yan has met the King of Hejian." He raised his hand and raised his forehead and saluted respectfully.

"Class Yan, you will be advised by me that day in Gonggao Marquis Kingdom. The shackles that lingered in my heart disappeared. I dare not forget my great kindness. I have wanted to invite you to visit Huagong Palace in the future. Today I finally got the wish." Liu De raised his hand and raised his forehead to return the gift, without any airs.

"I'll give you a guide?" Han Yan was a little confused.

"That day you said you would offer sacrifices to the teacher in Rihua Palace, and show your teacher's education. In the future, you will talk about Confucianism with others. You will always call your teacher Wei Wan when you say something. This improves the Confucian etiquette in my mind. It is like this to respect teachers and respect the Tao." Liu De was loud and his eyes were bright.

"..." I just talked nonsense, are you still breathing?

"Please come with me." Liu De led the way.

Han Yan followed and wandered in Yu Rihua's palace. In front of him, there were bamboo slips in addition to the bookcase, until a statue appeared in the center of the hall, exuding a burst of fragrance. It was made of three-meter-high golden nanmu. It had a thin face and a smooth beard. It was Wei Wan.

"..." Han Yan was completely speechless. Before the person died, let you provide for it here, will it not be infiltrated?

Besides, Wei Wan is not very famous among Confucian figures, far from his uncle Han Ying, Dong Zhongshu and others. If you offer him, can Confucian scholars all over the world be convinced? Wouldn't he be put on fire?

But Liu De didn't care about so much, and when he saw Wei Wan, he gave a big gift, which made Han Yan kneel down, and he was simply causing trouble for himself.

"How about my Rihua Palace?" After kneeling down, Liu De had to show off his lifelong efforts.

"It is majestic, civilized, and the huge collection of books is the world." He picked up a bamboo slip from the bookcase beside him. The handwriting engraved on it was swept through with his eyes. The entire cabinet was just a bamboo slip for a book. Han Yan said, "It's a pity that there is a shortcoming."

"What's the shortage?" Liu De made a gesture of invitation, and the two walked out of the palace together.

"The work of sorting bamboo slips is heavy and heavy, and it looks very inconvenient. It would be great if there is paper..."

"Many people say this, but I can't help but it's hard to ask for it." Liu De sighed.

Han Yan blinked his mouth, as if there was a delicious food in front of him, and he could even swallow the pot in one mouthful. He asked with a smile: "If the paper is easy to ask for, what are the plans of the King of Hejian?"

Liu De replied casually: "Of course, they will purchase a lot, but the price cannot be too outrageous. Moreover, the quality of the paper must be good, so it must meet the requirements of writing and storage."

"Oh...so that's it." Han Yan thought for a while and said, "What is the price of paper that King Hejian can accept in his mind?"

"This..." Liu De looked at him suspiciously. Why did you ask so much?

"I just ask nonsense. Some people in our Gonggaohou Kingdom are making paper. It is said that some results have been made. Just as King Hejian, you are short of paper, so I asked casually."

"This." Liu De said a little embarrassedly: "Because the amount of paper I want is too large, the price is lower. 50 yuan per piece of paper is the highest price I can accept."

One foot of the man is 27.7 cm, one foot of four square meters is almost equivalent to A4 paper from later generations, 50 yuan per piece... Han Yan felt a huge happiness surge in his heart, his whole body was wrapped in warm and comfortable, and he was so gloomy that he was so happy. He tried his best to cover up the smile on his face and said, "Then I'll sell you, how about 50 yuan per piece?"

"..." Liu De was stunned, "You can make paper?"

"I am a genius, and papermaking is all about making." Han Yan looked in the middle of his collar, took out a piece of elm paper stacked into a paper plane, and handed it to Liu De, "This is the elm paper I invented. Although it is a bit rough and the surface is not very smooth, when writing on it, as long as the amount of ink is controlled, the handwriting will not dissipate, and it can be folded at will, very soft, and will not be like cardboard like the paper of the court, and it will be broken as soon as it is folded."

Liu De took the paper plane and looked at Han Yan with suspicious eyes. He didn't believe that he had this ability. He was attracted by the shape of the paper plane at first sight. "What is this one you fold?"

"This is called a paper plane, it can fly in the sky." Han Yan took it over, and bahaed the head of the paper plane to his mouth, throwing it into the sky and saying, "Fly for me..."

As a result, the paper plane fell to the ground. He was very embarrassed and had to say shyly: "This is a toy for children. Let's talk about paper, talk about paper..."

"Oh." Liu De picked up the paper plane and took it apart into paper. He still saw the creases clear but constant. The paper was dark brown and slightly rough, but not as completely like wooden boards as the paper of the court.

The paper of the imperial court was made of hemp, coarse cloth, and even silk threads could be seen on the surface. It can be seen that the public is not so careful, and they have not even pounded, filtered, or washed, so they can pulped. Can the production process be improved?

But it’s okay to think about it. Anyway, the court supports us and is just a good scholar.

Liu De looked at the elm paper for a while and then walked towards the reading area of ​​the palace. A scholar took the initiative to give up his seat. He knelt down, dipped ink and started writing randomly, testing the degree of immersion of the paper.

"How?" asked boldly, Han Yan was here to show off this time.

"Good paper." Liu De nodded, looked at him and asked, "Can this kind of paper be mass-produced?"

"Yes, but the production cycle is relatively long and the process is still improving. My goal is to make perfect paper, such as white paper. If you order Hejian Wang for a long time, you invent new paper, and we will supply you with the latest paper without raising the price."

"Okay, okay." Liu De glanced at the huge Rihua Palace and the heavy bamboo slips on countless bookshelfs, and thought for a while and said, "It's better to sell me the papermaking process, the price is easy to say."

"You are joking. I don't want to cheat you. Today I will sell you the elm paper process. Next year we will develop smooth paper with a completely flat surface. Elm paper will be eliminated. Then I won't cheat you for money..."

"Then you sell me the craftsman who is studying paper, and I will pay 10 million yuan." Liu De was not giving up.

"You are joking again, Your Majesty will not allow it." Han Yan smiled and took out the middle of his collar, took out a paper appointment letter, which was almost broken, and handed it forward to him to show it.

"Shaofu Paper Master, do you rule the papermaking matters in the world?" Liu De felt that his tongue could not be stretched... He cursed in his heart, this is not because His Majesty is not sure, it is because you don't allow me to make paper, and I don't allow me to compete with you for profit.

When Liu De thought of replacing countless bamboo slips with paper, the money he had to spend was really astronomical. However, he wanted to compete with Han Yan for profit, openly and secretly, or ask His Majesty for a license, but the two of them had a relationship with each other and were brothers. If they bullied their junior brothers, they would be ridiculed by the world and would make Wei Wan look down upon them.

A noble soul cannot fall into the mortal world. Thinking of this, Liu De changed his mouth and called out affectionately: "Junior brother..."

"..." Han Yan was shocked and instantly realized that he was going to play the emotional card, so he replied obscenely: "Senior Brother..."

"Ahhaha..." A pair of lively treasures looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, Han Yan took the lead and said, "Senior Brother, since we are so close, don't say much. Teacher Wei Wan is above, Confucian sages are in heaven, and now his disciple Han Yan is the world, knowledge, and Han civilization, so he sacrifices himself for others. The price is halfway, and he only charges 25 yuan per piece of paper for the senior brother."

He paused, looked at Liu De and asked, "Senior Brother, what do you think?"

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“…”

The two looked at each other speechlessly. They said this, and Liu De really couldn't make any more money.

It was almost evening when the sky became dark. The Changxin Palace lanterns in the hall were lit, and the candles crackled, and the light yellow light illuminated the hall, warm and harmonious. There were many people in the reading area, and the students worked tirelessly, but there was no conversation, which seemed extremely quiet. Only breathing sounds gathered, drifting with the flow as the candles swayed.
Chapter completed!