That night.

Zhao Lang was looking at the bamboo slips in front of him with a serious look on his face.

This is the information sent by Uncle Fu, but he can't read it at all.

At this time there was a knock on the door, and at the same time there was a soft voice,

"Sir, Xiaojiu has come in."

Zhao Lang looked up and saw a girl with an oval face and delicate features who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old walking in.

There was also a basin of hot water in his hand.

"Sir, Xiaojiu will wash up for you."

Zhao Lang knew that this was his personal maid.

Watching the girl skillfully wet the towel and wring it out, ready to wipe his face.

How could Zhao Lang, as a good young man, endure such feudal dross?!

So he said,

"Xiaojiu, put it there and I'll do it myself."

Xiaojiu looked at Zhao Lang and said timidly,

"Master, did Xiao Jiu fail to do something well? Master, please punish me."

Seeing the girl's scared look, Zhao Lang could only say that the rules in this family are really strong.

"It's okay, come on."

It's not easy for Zhao Lang to embarrass a little maid.

Moreover, he is still very confident in himself, and there is absolutely no way he will be corrupted by the feudal dross like this!

He will definitely be able to withstand the test!

At this time, Xiaojiu had already reached the side with a towel.

"Sir, Xiaojiu will wipe your face."

Zhao Lang only felt a pair of slender hands with a wet and hot towel.

Move slowly over the face.

At the same time, there was a faint fragrance of a girl around him.

For the first time, Zhao Lang felt that washing his face could be so comfortable!

"What a vicious feudal society!"

Zhao Lang sighed.

In this way, he became more determined.

How can three years of this evil life be enough?

It must be tested for a few more years.

Rebellion! Must rebel!

But Zhao Lang quickly remembered something and asked,

"By the way, where did Xiaoqi go?"

Zhao Lang remembered that he had two maids, one was Xiaojiu and the other was Xiaoqi.

Xiao Jiu was shocked when he heard this, his eyes quickly turned red, he knelt on the ground and cried,

"Sir, please let Xiao Qi go. She didn't mean to make you fall."

"Uncle Fu locked Xiao Qi in the cellar. Xiao Qi can't survive more than a few days."

Zhao Lang was slightly startled, remembering some vague memories.

When his original owner fell, it was Xiaoqi who took care of him.

That's why I was punished by Fu Bo.

But to a certain extent, Xiao Qi is his benefactor.

Just as Zhao Lang was about to say something, the system's voice suddenly sounded again,

"One: Choose to punish Xiao Qi and reward him with a complete set of block letters."

"Two, choose to let Xiao Qi go and reward him with papermaking skills."

Zhao Lang actually wanted these two options in his heart.

Nowadays, the Qin State uses bamboo slips and compiled texts. It is simply difficult for ordinary people to receive education.

If paper and block letters were available, the speed of popularization would be greatly increased.

If he could only choose one of the two, Zhao Lang would choose the second one out of both emotion and reason.

Although block letters are important, popularizing them cannot be accomplished overnight.

Papermaking technology can quickly improve the efficiency of book popularization and increase income.

Of course there is a more private reason.

That is, he really doesn't want to poke his delicate butt with a small piece of bamboo.

Zhao Lang quickly said,

"Xiao Jiu, don't worry, I'll go and tell Uncle Fu to let Xiao Qi out."

Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then cried and laughed and said,

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Zhao Lang stood up and helped Xiaojiu up from the ground.

"Stop crying, you won't be pretty anymore if you cry anymore."

After comforting Xiao Jiu, Zhao Lang walked out of the room and had Uncle Fu come over.

"Sir, please call me."

Uncle Fu asked doubtfully, it was already dark now.

"Uncle Fu, I want Xiao Qi to come back and serve me."

Zhao Lang said it directly.

Fu Bo frowned and said,

"Sir, Xiao Qi is not good at taking care of her. I have locked her in the cellar as punishment."

"Is Xiaojiu begging for mercy from you? I will reprimand her right now."

"As a slave, I dare to make demands of you, Master!"

Zhao Lang waited for him to finish, then showed a smile and continued,

"Uncle Fu, I want Xiao Qi to come back."

Uncle Fu wanted to say something else, but looking at Zhao Lang's appearance, for some reason, the figure of the family master appeared in his heart.

My heart trembled, and I returned,

"Yes, sir."

Zhao Lang nodded with satisfaction and said,

"By the way, Uncle Fu, after sending Xiao Qi over, call the craftsmen from Zhuangzi over. I have something to give you."

This time, Forbes didn't ask any questions and said directly,

"Yes, sir."

Then he went to do errands.

Not long after, Uncle Fu came over with a pale but outstanding-looking girl and several craftsmen.

"Xiaojiu, go take Xiaoqi to have a good rest."

Zhao Lang ordered.

Xiao Qi was locked in the cellar, which was equivalent to confinement and was extremely harmful to her spirit.

After Xiao Jiu took Xiao Qi away, Zhao Lang taught the craftsmen the papermaking technique he had just obtained from the system.

After listening, the craftsmen looked at each other,

"Sir, the paper you are talking about and the method you are talking about have never been heard of by us."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"It doesn't matter, just follow the method I told you. As soon as it gets bright tomorrow, you can make some first, as long as they are as big as a palm."

Let’s get over this hurdle first.
To be continued...