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"The father, the son minister, lived in seclusion for many years. He thought that he was far away from the world and was tired of worldly life. He even thought of becoming a monk." While wiping his tears, the eldest prince wept: "the son minister has neutralized the Buddhist temple at home and copied Buddhist Scriptures every day, hoping to repay his father's kindness in nurturing him."

Tang Yue rubbed his arm and tried to rub the goose bumps off his body. He said to himself, "all of them are actors."

Prince Zhao took a look at him and gave him a chopstick dish, "just listen." Don't take it seriously!

"If it wasn't for the prince's uncle to wake up the children's ministers, I'm afraid they would still be guarding the green lamp in the Buddha Hall at this time."

"Asshole! Why do you have such an idea when you are young? " The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at his eldest son who had matured a lot at once, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

For the first child, both parents liked it. The king of Southern Jin loved the big prince at that time. Moreover, the big prince's mother and concubine was the first woman of the king of Southern Jin, who had served him since childhood.

If he had not killed himself to provoke the men of the harem, there would have been a seat for him in the court today.

"Father, my son's minister knows his mistake, but he really knows his mistake..." The big prince was crawling on the ground, his voice and tears were moving.

"So I began to prepare this painting half a year ago. At the end of each day, he drew this beautiful river and mountain, which meant missing his father."

The king of Southern Jin shook his head and said, "well, it's been a long time. You've been punished. Go flat."

"Thank you, my son's minister will certainly change his mind and be a new man in the future."

The envious minister immediately stood up and complimented him: "this year is really a lot of happy events. This shows that the king has a good command and a good way of governing the country."

The people had to agree: "the king is holy!"

"Ha ha..." The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty was also quite comfortable and could not close his mouth with a smile.

Next, no prince dares to compete with Prince Zhao, and Prince Zhao stands up.

"The ninth brother has just been granted the crown prince. This year's gift should be something new. It's not like bows and swords. The brothers can't appreciate it." Wang Zixian said in a jest.

The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty was not unhappy at all. Instead, he explained for Prince Zhao: "zhao'er was at the border in the past years. It is the best gift to get a good bow and sword."

"What the father said is that the ninth younger brother returned triumphantly this year. I don't know what good things I found in Yecheng for you."

The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty was also a little expectant. He had seen all kinds of treasures, which were very valuable and full of heart. However, the gifts given by his son were always very different.

Prince Zhao holds a sandalwood box in both hands. The box is very exquisite. It makes people speculate that it must be a valuable treasure.

"Father, my son's minister really got a good thing this year. Although it's not good-looking, it doesn't have a good meaning, but it can benefit the people."

"Oh? What a treasure? " The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty couldn't wait.

"I didn't expect that my ninth brother will be more fluent when I grow up than when I was a child. I can't wait for this speech." The king said with praise and criticism.

Prince Zhao didn't like his eldest brother at all. He hated him more than Wang Zixian. However, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he gave the box to the inner servant and handed it to the king of Southern Jin.

The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty opened it cautiously. His eyes were still for a few seconds before he made a confused voice: "eh This is What? "

He took out the book in the wooden box and took a look at it. He only saw three big characters written on the cover: the Three Character Classic.

"To my father, this is a book bound in paper. It's a copy of the three character classic written by children's ministers. You can read it."

The benefits of paper are not complete at the moment. No matter how many words are said, it is impossible for anyone who has no personal experience. Prince Zhao has such experience. Therefore, it is better to let the king of Southern Jin explore by himself than to boast about it.

People watched eagerly as the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty turned the pamphlet page by page. The speed was very slow. It seemed that every page was engraved with exquisite pictures of ladies, which was eye-catching.

When the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty turned to the last page, he was still turning back, rubbing the paper with his fingers from time to time, or shining on the light.

"What did you say it was called?"

"It's a book bound with paper, and that thin page is paper."

"Paper?"

People's eyes were fixed on the books in the hands of the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty. The paper was no doubt strange to them. It might be bound into a book. It must be a good thing.

Bamboo slips are the most commonly used bamboo slips. It's very troublesome to make a volume of blank bamboo slips. Every day, you have to use a carriage to pull the bamboo slips through the palace. However, the book in the hands of the king of Southern Jin seems to have no weight at all.

"I dare to ask your highness, you How is paper made? Can it be widely promoted? "

"It's not convenient to tell you about the craftsmanship, but Gu Daren asserts that this paper will replace bamboo slips and even become the most important improvement in the Southern Jin Dynasty, leaving a strong mark in the history books.""The prince's words are exaggerated. They are just the carrier of writing. Bamboo slips and cloth are not all the same."

Prince Zhao glanced at the prince lightly. "The king said before that he copied Buddhist scriptures at home every day. I don't know how many copies have been copied in these years?"

"Of course there are many."

"There are thousands of words in a Buddhist Scripture. The number of words recorded in a volume of bamboo slips is only a few hundred. Brother Wang copied Scriptures every day. I'm afraid that there are already some scriptures in the yard in the mansion? It's better to take the orphan to have a look some other day. I think the scene must be very spectacular! "

"Poof!" Tang Yue couldn't help laughing. It seemed that he didn't have to worry that Prince Zhao would be besieged by people's saliva on this court hall. He was not sulky.

"Zhao'er, you come up!" Zhao, Prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty, beckoned him onto this high platform.

The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty wanted to know how the paper was made. If the cost was too high, it would certainly not be suitable for wide use. He was not stupid. He knew that the craft should be kept secret, otherwise it would be spread out. What profit could there be in the Southern Jin Dynasty?

"Here it is." Prince Zhao went to the throne and stood three steps away from the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

"What are you doing so far away? When you were a child, your father carried you to court. "

Prince Zhao went two steps further. This time, the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty was unable to move forward. He had to lower his voice and asked him, "tell my father how this paper was made? Are things rare and precious? "

"No, the paper production process is simple, and the raw materials are mostly bamboo rags, which can't affect anything."

"Can it be mass produced?"

"Yes."

"Can be widely used in books?"

"It's not just books, it's all for recording, there's the same thing..." Prince Zhao looked back at Tang Yue and coughed softly, "you can change the handkerchief you use when you go to the toilet."

Ordinary people's homes can only scrape with branches and bamboo chips after going to the toilet. The houses of power and wealth naturally need more money, and they all use cloth.

The king of the Southern Jin Dynasty stroked the cover of the book. It took a long time for the book to be passed on to all of you. It was very strange for everyone to see it. It was inevitable that they moved their hands several times, and only a slight "Sala..." was heard With a sound, the paper on the book fell off.

"This..." The book was being passed on to Duke an, who was scared to death.

Prince Zhao shook his head and said, "it doesn't matter. It's just a Scripture for everyone to see. It's not precious."

People don't think so. The paper is as thin as wings, and a book is so light. It is obviously a good treasure.

The big prince sat quietly watching the scene and said with a smile, "it seems that this piece of paper is not very solid either. If you pull it, it will break. How can it compare with bamboo slips?"

"This is the disadvantage of paper, easy to break and flammable."

"In this way, there's nothing good about it. Why does jiudi treat him like a treasure?" Big prince this is to recognize and crown prince Zhao to fight to the end.

"When brother Wang really copies a room of Buddhist scriptures, we will know the advantages of using paper."

"Your Highness is reasonable. The paper is really better than the bamboo slips. You can see that the paper is white. It must be very clear to write with a brush and ink, rather than as fuzzy as the bamboo slips. In this way, the circulation of books will be much more convenient, and more students will join the imperial court."

"This king looks very good, but this involves government affairs, the prince is sure to make a scene at the new year's Eve banquet?" The whole court has been on holiday since the 29th of the lunar new year, and it will not open until after the Lantern Festival.

"This is a gift for my father. Do you like it?" Prince Zhao doesn't want to pay attention to Prince Xian at all. This meaningless war of words is not his style.

"Good! Good! There is no better gift than this This is the merit that Prince Zhao gave to the king of Southern Jin for free. Why is the king of Southern Jin unhappy?

If Prince Zhao wants to hide this thing privately, the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty has no way. As long as he takes it out after he ascends the throne, it will be a great achievement for the benefit of the people. It is not too bad to say that it will last forever.