Cao Pi always suspected that Cao Shu deliberately threw Yecheng and Liu Xie to him.

Cao Shu, who was in Shouchun, has lived a very comfortable life these days.

He travels to and from some newly built workshops every day.

Two very important places are the workshops specially used to make firecrackers, and the other is the paper workshop.

Cao Shu has long been trying to learn new papermaking techniques.

Although he knew that paper had many uses, he also knew that after two thousand years of being given paper in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, it could only be used to send it to the grave and burn it as paper money.

But he is not omnipotent after all, and he doesn't know what the specific process of papermaking is.

The only way to improve papermaking is to urge craftsmen to get familiar with paper and further purify the pulp in the specific process to make better paper.

In the papermaking workshop, Cao Shuo also made several suggestions.

Strangely, although he didn't know how to make paper, the suggestions he made were really effective.

The paper made by the papermaking workshop outside Shouchun City is getting better and better.

Cao Shuo proposed to use saltpeter to smoke the pulp, then add sulfur to the specific process, and then propose to add pulp purification process more carefully.

After his efforts and the paper craftsmen, Shouchun finally made paper that was much finer and whiter than Cai Hou's paper.

As soon as the new paper was released, it was immediately sold out by Lingyun Pavilion.

Manager Lingyun Pavilion is a person who has been operating outside for many years. Of course, he knows that paper that has not been completely accepted by the world requires special skills to be sold.

After buying all the paper made in the papermaking workshop, Lingyun Pavilion manager made people use this paper as white as snow and thin as silk every day.

He did not make any other moves besides using it.

There was no publicity for the new paper, nor was there a big selling of goods. Everything seemed so calm, so calm that even Cao Shu didn't understand what the Lingyun Pavilion manager wanted to do.

The paper made in the papermaking workshop is accumulated in Lingyun Pavilion’s warehouse.

It has been a few days since the manager has never wanted to take out the paper and sell it.

Cao Shuo, who couldn't sit still, took Deng Zhan and Zhu Ao to Lingyun Pavilion.

When I heard that he was coming, the manager hurriedly came out.

He bowed and asked Cao Shu with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"I haven't come to Lingyun Pavilion for many days, and I haven't talked to you for a long time." Cao Shu said: "I just came here to see, and there was nothing else."

He didn't say the purpose of the visit, but the manager of Lingyun Pavilion heard something from his words.

"Is it because of paper for the young master?" the manager asked tactfully.

Cao Shu tilted his head and looked at him, with a smile on his lips: "It turns out that you know that there are too many papers, so I don't mean to urge you. I just want to know what plans do you have to stock up all the papers in the warehouse?"

"Actually, if the young master doesn't ask, I plan to dump the paper." The manager replied: "I have made a lot of preparations a few days ago, and it should be enough today."

Although he knows a little about the business, Cao Shu is very clear. When he starts doing business, he is much worse than the manager of Lingyun Pavilion.

He gently patted the arm of the manager, and Cao Shu smiled and said, "For so many years, I have been raising soldiers and raising places, and I rely on Lingyun Pavilion. I still understand your business skills. But this time, I really didn't understand why you are placing paper on a backlog. You should know that paper is much smoother than silk and parchment writing today."

"Young Master is right." The manager of Lingyun Pavilion replied: "No one was willing to use Caihou paper at the beginning because the paper was too crunchy. It was difficult to keep the handwriting after writing. Even if you use it to write a letter, as long as you are exposed to the moisture, the handwriting written on it will be difficult to recognize. Now the paper made by Shouchun is delicate and tough, not only smooth, but also the handwriting can be preserved intact."

"You all know the benefits, why don't you preach them to the world?" Cao Shuo asked.

"Of course, they have to beg me to raise the price." The manager replied: "It's the same piece of paper. I took it out to sell it earlier, begging others to try it. If I put them in the warehouse and put it in a situation where I want to monopolize everything, and every day I take out some ink in front of everyone, so that others can only watch it but have no chance to try it. I wonder what the young master thinks they will do?"

Cao Shu suddenly realized.

The manager of Lingyun Pavilion has been hoarding paper in the warehouse, originally trying to make the goods easy to live in.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Since you have such a plan, why don't you tell me earlier? If I knew earlier, I would have temporarily suspended the papermaking workshop to cooperate with you."

"Young Master, don't bother." The manager replied: "If you don't leave today, the paper in the warehouse will be sold out. What I worry about is not that there are too many papers, but that there are too few and not enough to sell."

He was confident in the affairs, and Cao Shu glanced at his lips: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Looking up, Cao Shu asked, "Where are you planning to sell paper?"

"It's here." The eyes fell on the high platform on the first floor, and the manager said: "There are many people gathering on the first floor, and the young master can see more clearly even when he stands on it."

Cao Shu nodded: "Just do as you want, I'll watch upstairs."

"I'll give it to the young master." The manager kept sending Cao Shu to the top.

Standing on the walkway on the top floor, Cao Shu looked down below.

From here you can clearly see the first floor of the platform.

After following Cao Shu for many years, the manager of Lingyun Pavilion had already figured out his temper.

He didn't have to speak at all, the manager understood the meaning: "I will continue to give orders now, no one will get the top level."

Cao Shu did not respond.

The manager stepped downstairs.

He had just walked a few steps before Deng Zhan caught up.

"General Deng..." Hearing Deng Zhan's greeting, the manager looked back.

When he approached him, Deng Zhan whispered: "I have no other intentions, just a reminder that Cao Gong is no longer here, and it is really inappropriate to call his lord the prince now."

The manager suddenly realized that he patted his forehead and said in annoyance: "If it weren't for General Deng's reminder, I wouldn't have noticed these."

"It's not that you didn't pay attention to it," Deng Zhan said: "We didn't pay attention to it for a while, but we just changed it recently."

"Thank you General Deng." The manager bowed again and turned around and left.

Deng Zhan went to pursue the affairs, but Cao Shu ignored them.

Holding the railing, his attention was on the high platform on the first floor.

The interiors of Lingyun Pavilion are almost the same in various places.

Almost every Lingyun Pavilion has such a high platform on one floor.

The platform is usually used to auction rare treasures or hand them over to the singer and dancer to please guests.

What the manager will do later is to use this platform to promote the benefits of new paper.
Chapter completed!