Late night.

Dozens of fast horses rushed out from the east, south, west and north gates of Xinzheng respectively.

On the upper floor of the east city gate, the man who had sent a letter to Zhang Liang was picking up the wall bricks and calmly watching the horses galloping under the city gate.

"Master County Sheriff, do you want to despise your position and restrict the Zhang family's travel?"

Behind him, an officer wearing a black armor cupped his fists and asked for instructions.

The man was called a county guard by the officer. This day was the eighth day since the man came to Xinzheng.

The man who had just arrived in Xinzheng eight days ago and became the governor of Xinzheng County smiled and shook his head, patted the dust on his sleeves, turned around and walked down the tower.

"No need."

"only."

The Xinzheng County Sheriff touched his chin, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

The young master was afraid that the previous governor would send troops to target your Zhang family, so he asked me to be the governor of Xinzheng County.

I am not here to limit you, but to allow you to fully develop.

You are called a wise man before entering the palace, Zhang Liang, please don’t live up to the young master’s expectations of you.

In the three-month period, you have to last two months to be worthy of the title of wise man.

Zhang family secret room.

Zhang Liang's steps were steady and he arrived unhurriedly.

When the craftsmen saw Zhang Liang's arrival, they all stood up to show their respect - since ancient times, it was the uncle who gave money.

Zhang Liang had a sly smile on his face, he was a gentle gentleman and gentle as jade. He first asked a few questions about how the princes were doing these days, and asked about the daily life of the craftsmen.

A few words made the craftsmen's hearts warm, and they repeatedly said that everything was fine in the Zhang family and there was no discomfort.

Zhang Liang nodded.

"That's good. If you have any needs, please tell me and I will try my best to solve them for you."

After greetings, Zhang Liang did not pretend to be passing by by chance, but said frankly: "I heard that you have made progress on paper, can you let Liang Yi take a look at it?"

When the craftsmen heard this, they all showed a trace of embarrassment, and they all showed a trace of embarrassment, speaking hesitantly and unable to open their mouths.

When Zhang Liang saw this, he felt a little disappointed. It didn't look like there was any progress.

He smiled indifferently and said: "It's okay, it's not even ten days. It's as difficult as trying to restore the princes with just a piece of paper. It's because of my poor conscience that I actually believed the nonsense of that servant. Liang is like this

Then punish him."

After saying his words of relief, Zhang Liang turned around and left. His staying here would only embarrass the craftsmen.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

The old craftsman, who was quite prestigious among the craftsmen, stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang stopped and said gently to the old craftsman: "Is there anything else, old man?"

The old craftsman sighed and looked around at the craftsmen present.

"There is indeed progress, sir, please take a look!"

The old craftsman took out a piece of paper from under the table, the size of an adult's palm, light green, and as thin as a cicada's wing.

The surface is slightly rough when you touch it with your hands, but it is 95% similar to the sample paper except for the color.

Zhang Liang took a closer look, quickly stepped forward and threw himself on the table.

Touching the paper with his hand, he turned the paper over and over, feeling the almost imperceptible weight in his hand. Zhang Liang, who had been calm all the time, had a gleam of surprise in his eyes.

"Pen!"

The servant handed the brush dipped in thick ink into Zhang Liang's hand.

Zhang Liang splashed ink and wrote the word "Han" in Korean characters on the green paper... The ink stains stayed firm and were so clear on the green paper that Zhang Liang's face became even more joyful.

"Okay, okay, this paper can also be tied to a bird's feet to send messages!"

Zhang Liang was in high spirits, but the craftsmen around him all had sarcastic looks on their faces, showing no joy.

"I don't know who made it. This paper craft is very complicated. How much can be produced in one day?"

Zhang Liang determined the quality of green paper and immediately became concerned about the production of green paper.

But no matter whether the green paper production is more or less, Zhang Liang is already very satisfied.

There are many, and it can completely replace the horse to report the message.

If it is less, it will only be used for important information.

Zhang Liang did not consider the cost issue at all.

The items he has provided to these craftsmen these days are half a gold worth when converted into money.

The amount of half gold is a huge fortune for ordinary people, but for the Zhang family, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The Zhang family can afford to exchange half a piece of money for a piece of green paper the size of an adult's palm.

When the old craftsman was about to speak, a tall craftsman, eight feet tall, spoke first.

"It's very complicated. I spent eight days working hard to restore the paper you mentioned. Now that the steps are known, making paper is not that difficult.

"If you want it, Master, we can work together to make one in five days. Master once said that when the paper is completed, he will give each of us a hundred gold. Now that the paper is completed, where is the gold?"

Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at the servant behind him with his peripheral vision, and said: "Ask the accountant to bring five thousand gold. I want..."

"Asshole!"

The old craftsman didn't wait for Zhang Liang to finish speaking. His white eyebrows stood up straight and his beard and hair were spread out. He picked up the crutch in his hand and smashed it at the tall craftsman.

The cane was swung in the air to eliminate the sound of breaking through the air, which showed that this was no joke.

Zhang Liang stood next to the old craftsman. With quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed the wrist of the old craftsman's crutch and snatched the crutch from the old craftsman's hand.

"What do you mean, old man?"

The old craftsman was panting. He first pointed at the tall craftsman angrily, and then pointed at all the craftsmen around him.

Most of the craftsmen pointed by the old man's fingers lowered their heads, their faces full of embarrassment.

"As a craftsman, you have lost all face! The contract clearly states that if the paper can be imitated, the Zhang family will give each of us a hundred gold. What does this green paper have to do with you? Why do you have the face to ask the Zhang family to take it?

Offer five thousand gold..."

The old craftsman was extremely angry, spittle flew everywhere, and cursed all the craftsmen present.

Zhang Liang finally understood the cause and effect while the old man was scolding him.

It turns out that the green paper was not made by the craftsmen present, but by a Mohist knight who passed by Xinzheng.

It was almost impossible in ancient times to deduce the manufacturing process from a very small sample paper.

The craftsmen studied for several days, but made no progress. They frowned at the small piece of sample paper and spent more and more time in a daze.

The tall craftsman went out to relax and was intercepted and robbed by land scoundrels in a small alley.

Fortunately, a Mohist knight passed by and acted righteously, saving the tall craftsman.

The tall craftsman, who had survived the disaster, asked the knight to go to the brothel to repay his kindness, and the knight readily agreed.

The two of them exchanged cups and toasted each other. Maybe they were getting drunk, but the knight moved too much and an object fell from his arms.

When the tall craftsman took a look, his drunkenness was reduced by three points. It was actually a piece of paper. Except for the color, it was no different from the papers he had seen in the past few days... The tall craftsman immediately asked what the green paper was.

Never seen it, probably given to him.

The ranger shook his head and refused.

Just when the tall craftsman was lost, the knight said that he could not give green paper as a gift not because green paper was expensive, but because he was away from home and had no time and leisure to make paper.

He told Craftsman Gao about the materials and techniques for making green paper. Craftsman Gao sent the Ranger away and came back to inform the other craftsmen.

Everyone tried it and actually made green paper.

When the servant saw this scene, he immediately rushed to report it to Zhang Liang, which led to what happened now.

From the cursing words of the old craftsman, Zhang Liang understood that green paper is a raw material for making green paper. He hurriedly stopped the old craftsman who had not cursed enough and asked: "Can this paper be made of bamboo?"

The old craftsman was still angry, but when facing Zhang Liang of the Zhang family, he tried his best to hide the anger on his face and said as calmly as possible: "Of course."

“Are there any restrictions on bamboo types?”

"bamboo."

Moso bamboo is not an expensive bamboo, and its cultivation is very common. Zhang Liang was very happy with it.

Seeing this, the old craftsman told Zhang Liang another piece of good news.

"With the production technology given by the ranger, it should not be possible to use moso bamboo, but other materials such as hemp, bark, and solid wood can also be used."

Zhang Liang looked at the old craftsman, his eyes shining.

"How sure are you, husband?"
To be continued...