Tao Ying's sudden loss of composure made Yan Liang look sideways, and he looked at Tao Ying suspiciously in his palm, watching carefully on the piece of paper.

"Master, why are you happy?"

Yan Liang had already seen clearly that the things Tao Ying was holding were not like silk, the bark was not like tree bark, nor like cloth, it was simply a piece of rag, but Tao Ying was like picking up a treasure, and kept having fun.

"Wen Heng, this is a treasure, a treasure that is enough to promote the process of world civilization!"

Tao Yingyang Yangyang had the broken Zuo Bo paper in his hand. He wanted to hand it to Yan Liang for a while, but he was worried that Yan Liang would "not know the goods" and damage the paper, so he held it back.

At this moment, Tao Ying was happier than Mi Zhen suddenly fell into his bowl. She sat on the threshold and waited for the return of the owner of this party.

"Don't let my brother down!"

Tao Ying was of course happy. The papermaker who was longing for him would have a fruit here.

The piece of paper that Tao Ying picked up was the "Zuo Bo paper" that appeared in this era. As the name suggests, it was transformed by a person named Zuo, and he was from Qingzhou.

According to historical records, Zuo Bo Paper also appeared in the late Zhongping period, and together with it were Wei Danmo and Zhang Zhibi.

I just don’t know what changed my mind, but Zuo Bozhi has not been circulated.

Tao Ying estimated that Zuo Bo paper should be the same as Cai Hou paper, which is difficult to manufacture, not high output, different sizes, and too expensive.

Nowadays, when writing and sending letters, bamboo slips and brocade are still used. One is too troublesome and the other is too expensive.

"I saw Cai Yong a few days ago, and I didn't seem to hear that he wrote on paper, so I probably can't afford it!"

Tao Ying estimated that Zuo Bo, Zhang Zhi, and Wei Dan, the big figures who were familiar to later literati and poets, may still be entertaining themselves at this time. Although they have a deep attainment in calligraphy, they are not secretly crafted.

After all, they were not originally craftsmen, so the reason they used pens, ink, paper and inkstones was just for their own convenience.

Furthermore, the reputation of craftsmen is not as good as that of scholars.

There is another most fatal reason. Qingzhou is a remote place. Zuo Bo made paper in Donglai County without official support. The paper made is very expensive. In addition, the Yellow Turban has been in chaos for many years and is difficult to circulate, so it has not spread.

"Since that's the case, then I'll help him."

Tao Ying had already thought that Qingzhou and Xuzhou were their own territory, and a large amount of bamboo grew. If it was made of smooth and white bamboo paper, it would be in place in one step.

"With paper, I will make the ink out. In order to literate the Han Dynasty, I will simplify Chinese characters two thousand years in advance and promote them through regular script, so that I can be famous all over the world!"

Nowadays, some bamboo slips and wooden slips are in official script, which is relatively easy to recognize.

But some are small seal script, and Tao Ying hardly recognizes them.

"When I launch regular script and compete with Cai Yong's 'Flying White Style', then I will do a printing technique to capture all the classics in the world. I am afraid that the whole world will be shocked by that time. Countless literati will worship me. Will I build a ancestral temple for me and offer it to Kong Rangli's ancestors?"

Tao Ying, who daydreaming, becomes more beautiful the more she thinks, and she becomes more and more eagerly.

"Gaga, the wise men of the world, come to my bowl!"

When Tao Ying laughed out loud, Yan Liang, who was guarding one by one, was inexplicably hiding at his feet and putting himself in his pocket.

"Can the trash picked up by the lord really be an amazing treasure?"

Before they waited for a long time, a thin man, who was only twenty-five or twenty-six, rushed over excitedly.

"Who are you?"

When the man saw Tao Ying sitting at the door of the house and Yan Liang standing with a knife beside him, the man was suddenly shocked.

"It's not that the Yellow Turban bandits came to the door, right?"

In a panic, Tao Ying stood up and raised the paper in his hand and quickly met the man.

"May I ask, are you the owner of this place?"

"Did you make this paper?"

When the man saw the piece of paper in Tao Ying's hand, he instantly felt a little enlightened.

"This is an expert in identifying goods, and he should be asking for papers at home."

The man let out a long sigh and slowly let go of his hanging heart.

"I'll just say that Yang County was taken back by the Han army, the Yellow Turban Heads had been killed, and the soldiers had surrendered. Where else could there be a fish that had escaped the net!"

Looking at Tao Ying's dark eyes, which were as eager as a wolf staring at the meat, the man's heart that had just calmed down was inexplicably worried.

"The villain is the master here, his surname is Zuo and his name is Bo."

Judging from Tao Ying's appearance, he should be a child of a family of aristocratic officials. Zuo Bo gave a very serious gift and showed a little humble.

"Zuo Bo?"

When Tao Ying heard this, he was stunned at first, then ecstatic, and grabbed Zuo Bo's hand with emotion.

"Hahaha, God is really helping me. It's great. I actually met Ziyi here!"

The person who knows his word must be an acquaintance. While Zuo Bo secretly felt relieved, he became confused again.

"Young Master knows a villain?"

"Dare you ask the young master's surname?"

Tao Ying's extreme enthusiasm made Zuo Bo feel uncomfortable and confused for a moment.

It’s not a question that Zuo Bo is confused. With his current state, his name has not yet reached the point that everyone knows, unless it is an acquaintance.

"Another expert?"

Yan Liang, who was standing beside him, saw Tao Ying meet this man named Zuo Bo, and he actually showed the same expression as when he met Pu Yuan. His eyes lit up and looked at Zuo Bolai, who was not taller than him, looked less handsome than him, and was as thin as a chicken.

"No one who can make the lord so care about is mediocre!"

For example, Pu Yuan, the director of the Taishan Weapons Department, is a genius who creates magical weapons. Yan Liang can't put down the sword in his hand. This is created by Pu Yuan.

With Pu Yuan's pearls and jade in front of him, looking at the unknown Zuo Bo, Yan Liang felt a little expectation.

"Look at my brain..."

Tao Ying slapped his forehead, looking frustrated, and was about to speak to introduce himself to Bo Zuo, Yan Liang, who was standing beside him, had already spoken out loudly.

"Mr. Zuo, you are the magistrate of Taishan County in front of you, and he is also the supreme commander of the Han army, General Tao Yingtao!"

Yan Liang quietly turned the title of Zuo Bo into "Mr." to show respect for him. Tao Ying captured this subtle change as soon as possible.

"Well, my brain is not all about muscles!"

Tao Ying nodded to Yan Liang with satisfaction, expressed his approval, and turned his eyes to Zuo Bo again.

"Don't worry about having no friends in the future, no one in the world knows you. Mr. Zuo's talent should have heard of it."

After hearing Yan Liang's introduction, Zuo Bo was stunned on the spot. After Tao Ying "scam" and was excited again, he instantly returned to Qingming.

"The villain Donglai Zuobo, I have met the governor of County Tao!"

After finding out Tao Ying's identity, Zuo Bo took a step back slightly, sorted out his old but not messy clothes, and solemnly greeted Tao Ying again.

"Ziyi, don't be polite!"

Tao Ying replied with a greeting and became interested in Zuo Bo's appearance in Qi State.

"How could Ziyi originally be from Donglai, how could it be moved to Banyang County, Qi County?"

Zuo Bo brought Tao Ying and Yan Liang into the yard, and at the same time he was helpless about the reason why he moved to Panyang.

"It's not thanks to the years of war!"

In Zuo Bo's backyard, Tao Ying saw Zuo Bo's facilities for making paper, as well as piles of broken sacks, hemp ropes, hemp shoes, and a pile of mulberry bark from Qingzhou.

"It's really backward!"

Tao Ying shook his head. Zuo Bo’s “manufacturing base” was not even a handicraft workshop. At most, it was a simple “laboratory”.

Zuo Bo, who was still a little proud, saw Tao Ying showing disdain and disappointment, frowned slightly, and a trace of unwillingness arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!