Jian Yong asked, wanting to see if he could help Liu Bei so that he wouldn't be left alone.

Li Mengxi looked at Jian Yong and began to think. He was wondering what Jian Yong could do.

According to Li Mengxi's understanding of Jian Yong, Jian Yong had extremely strong negotiation skills and had extensive contacts.

The extensive outings are useless when it comes to Liu Bei's affairs this time.

Unexpectedly, no matter how well-connected Jian Yong was, he was only from a small place, and his social circle was only so large. How could he negotiate to go to Luoyang?

Jian Yong's little interpersonal relationship was useless, and all that was left was Jian Yong's negotiation skills.

Last year, Jian Yong took money, brocade and silk and went to Liu Yu to buy a large amount of grain and grass with his own efforts, which directly brought the rebel army back to life. Although it is not known exactly how Jian Yong operated, it is obvious that Jian Yong's negotiation skills are strong.

A spot.

After thinking for a long time, Li Mengxi asked, "Mr. Xianhe, would you like to go to Luoyang?"

"Why don't you dare?" Jian Yong agreed directly.

"Okay," Li Mengxi nodded, and he went straight to the point and told the mission, "I want to send Xianhe to Luoyang first to manage all parties to win over favors, so as to provide Duke Xuande with some help in Luoyang, so as to save the trouble.

When I arrived in Luoyang, I was unfamiliar with the place and was left to my own devices."

Jian Yong was a smart man and understood Li Mengxi's intention as soon as he heard it. Jian Yong solemnly bowed his hand to Li Mengxi and said, "Military advisor, I will leave this matter to someone. Xianhe will never disgrace his orders."

"Well," Li Mengxi nodded. He scratched his head. Thinking of the difficulty, Li Mengxi showed a trace of hesitation. He looked at Jian Yong and said to Jian Yong, "There are countless dignitaries in Luoyang. If you want to follow these dignitaries, money will be lost."

Nothing less is enough.

But the difficulty is that most of the money in the army has been used to buy food, and the last remaining money was used to send Zuo Feng away. Xianhe didn't know it yet, but there was only less than a hundred dollars left in the army.

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In one word, poor, very damn poor, so poor that you can't even afford any money.

Less than a hundred dollars, so little money is not easy to use in Zhuozhou, let alone in a place like Luoyang.

Jian Yong opened his mouth several times, speechless.

Jian Yong knew that it was difficult to move forward without money and with empty hands, how could he talk about negotiating.

Jian Yong thought that there was nothing he could do without money, but he didn't expect that Li Mengxi had another way.

After Li Mengxi thought about it for a while, he said to Jian Yong, "Xianhe, you can get money and treasures from meeting dignitaries. Although we don't have money, we do have treasures."

Before Jian Yong could react, Li Mengxi took a look at the short desk, stretched out his hand to pick up some pieces of waste paper from the short desk, pulled the waste paper out, and showed it to Jian Yong, "Xianhe thinks, our Julu's

How about paper? Is it good or not? Can I take it or not?"

Jian Yong looked at the white paper unfolded in Li Mengxi's hand, and his eyes lit up.

The paper produced by Julu is not only good, it is simply a treasure.

The most expensive paper Jian Yong had ever seen was incomparable to the paper produced in Julu.

Julu paper has fine texture, tough texture, white color and no variegation.

The scholars from Zhuozhou who came with them were so happy that they couldn't bear to use it after they got a few pieces of Zhuozhou paper. Privately, the scholars called it "jade paper", which means paper that is as white and flawless as jade.

Li Mengxi asked, since the money was gone, whether the white paper could be called a rare treasure and whether it could be used as a door-opening gift for walking around.

There is no doubt that it is enough.

Jian Yong even felt that when he arrived in Luoyang, paper was more useful than gold, pearls and jade.

Since Jian Yong said that the paper was useful, Li Mengxi immediately got up and took Jian Yong to the side room.

In the corner of the side room, there was a pile of paper half as tall as a person.

Scholars longed for a piece of good paper but could not get it, and there were thousands of them stored here.

Li Mengxi casually took out a stack of paper, returned to the short table, and checked the quality of the paper with Jian Yong.

Because paper does not have a very delicate use now, the craftsmen's process when making paper is very rough, and the quality of the paper does not satisfy Li Mengxi.

Looking at the rough edges of the paper, Li Mengxi frowned. He thought about it and decided to find someone to trim and cut the paper.

When he arrived at the craftsman camp, Li Mengxi told the craftsmen that he wanted to cut paper. Some of the craftsmen came out with long knives and some with sickles.

Li Mengxi looked at what the craftsmen were holding and fell silent.

When people cut paper, they use professional tools, such as a special guillotine or something. Is it okay to use a sickle to cut paper?

Special paper-cutting tools had to be made specially, and there was no time. Liu Xuande would probably lose his head if he couldn't arrive in Luoyang two or three days late. There was no other way but to make do with it.

Taking the craftsmen to the city lord's mansion, Li Mengxi asked the craftsmen to find their own positions. Then, each person handed out a thick stack of paper and asked the craftsmen to cut it slowly.

Li Mengxi explained, "Be careful, you have to cut it well and it should be cut beautifully. If it gets damaged, it will be lost."

After explaining, Li Mengxi was thinking about how to make a magical tool that could cut paper or books with just two clicks. He tilted his chin and thought.

Without professional tools, it was very difficult to cut paper, and the craftsmen were busy slowly.

Jian Yong looked down and saw that the craftsmen kept cutting the paper into pieces. Jian Yong felt very distressed.

Half a day later, it was noon.

The craftsmen cut out countless pieces of paper, and finally finished cutting a pile of paper half as tall as a person.

Some people cut it large, some people cut it small, and some people cut it crookedly. The paper should be a standard rectangle, but as a result, some people cut it into a crooked and twisted shape.

When Li Mengxi was picking out the paper with poor appearance and substandard quality, he suddenly thought of a question: what is the so-called golden ratio, which is the so-called aspect ratio of the most beautiful rectangle.

I can't recall this trivial knowledge.

Although Li Mengxi couldn't remember what the golden ratio was, he remembered the golden ratio experiment. It is said that at that time, scientists made a bunch of rectangles for people to choose from, and finally counted the shapes people chose and found that

Almost all the chosen patterns are close to the golden ratio.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This made Li Mengxi realize that he can work backwards. Since he does not know the exact proportion of the golden ratio, he can go the other way and make a bunch of rectangles with different proportions.

Find a group of people to vote and select, so that you can directly find the exact proportion.

Let’s talk about it later.

After Li Mengxi selected with a critical eye, he finally screened out about half of the papers and counted the remaining papers. The number was probably more than 10,000.

Li Mengxi said to Jian Yong, "Mr. Xianhe, I will hand over these more than 10,000 pieces of paper to you. If a hundred pieces of paper are divided into one portion and a hundred portions are used as gifts, do you think it is enough?"

Jian Yong thought for a moment and said, "That's enough." Jian Yong nodded.

Jian Yong knew very well that too much is too little, and a hundred percent is too much. The more people move around, the better. If everyone goes to give gifts to high-ranking officials and low-level officials, it means that they are not given.

After the paper was cut, Li Mengxi and Jian Yong discussed it and felt that the only thing left was the paper, which was too thin and needed to be put in a box or something.

Li Mengxi went to find a wooden board, folded a hundred pieces of paper and put it on top. Li Mengxi found that when he folded a hundred pieces of paper, he saw that they were very thin and looked very frivolous.

At this moment, Li Mengxi's memory began to flash. He thought of the various tricks of profiteers, such as filling food bags with air, plastic boxes with bulges, etc., trying all kinds of ways to make the food look more substantial.

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One hundred sheets of paper were laid flat and thin. Li Mengxi thought of a solution. He divided the hundred sheets of paper into two parts, one of fifty sheets, and then rolled them up into two bundles. The two bundles were put together. When he saw it, sure enough,

It feels much better.

It wasn't enough. Li Mengxi touched his chin and thought about it. The two bundles of paper were still thin.

Then, continue to split them into a bundle of fifty sheets, and then split them into a pile of twenty-five sheets.

In this way, the four bundles are placed together, which looks more atmospheric.

But at this time, Li Mengxi discovered another problem, because there was less paper and the bundles were tighter. Instead, the bundles of paper became very thin, which affected the appearance.

After thinking about it, Li Mengxi thought that he could make the paper bundle looser.

He tried it and tied the papers as loosely as possible, and sure enough, there were a lot more.

However, the problem arises again. The paper is rolled up and has a hollow center. If you use a little force to bind it too tightly, it will be too thin. If it is a little loose, it will be too thick. It is difficult to bundle it into exactly the same size.

And if they were different sizes, it would be too ugly.

Li Mengxi ran out.

Jian Yong looked at Li Mengxi who got up and ran away, wondering why.

When Li Mengxi arrived at the carpenter camp, he asked the carpenter camp to stop what they were doing and make some round sticks as quickly as possible. The requirements were that the sticks should be as thick as pen holders. The requirements were that the wooden sticks should be smooth and beautiful, without a single burr or a scar.

No. Also, the sticks made by everyone must be of average thickness.

It was another strange task, and the carpenters were not surprised.

After receiving the task, the carpenters began to search for suitable wood throughout the camp. After finding the suitable wood, the carpenters began to process and polish it.

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By the afternoon, when Li Mengxi and Jian Yong went to the carpenter's camp for acceptance, the carpenter's camp had already prepared hundreds of wooden sticks of similar thickness.

All wooden sticks are of similar size according to Li Mengxi's requirements.

Li Mengxi casually picked up a wooden stick that was as long as a mallet. It felt quite heavy in his hand, and Li Mengxi smiled.

He thought that some profiteers would pour cement into the products to increase their weight and give people the illusion of sufficient materials.

The paper is light and weightless, and with a few wooden sticks, it feels much better.
To be continued...