When Zhao Jia knew that Qin was determined to send troops to attack Zhao, he was already in Xianyang City.
As the prince of Zhao State, he did not encounter any inhumane treatment in Qin State. When he first entered Xianyang, he was placed in a courtyard next to Xianyang Palace. Apart from being restricted in his freedom, everything else was as usual, and he had good food and drink.
In response, no one paid attention to him. The entire Qin State was busy with many matters to attack Zhao State, and his mere proton seemed insignificant at this time.
Qin will not change its attitude because of Zhao Jia's ideas, not to mention that this battle was initiated by Lu Buwei.
At this period, Lu Buwei understood everything.
No one dared to disobey him, including King Qin Yingzheng.
The only person who could make him bend down was perhaps the Queen Mother Zhao Ji in Xianyang Palace.
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On this day, the weather was sunny.
Zhao Jia was bored and leaning against the railing to bask in the sun, while his consciousness was immersed in a sea of books, reading about papermaking.
The world in the Qin Dynasty was very strange. There were silk stockings, high heels, strong liquor, martial arts... but no papyrus.
When Zhao Jia looked at those butt-scraping instruments, he felt that the small flesh of his buttocks was trembling slightly.
He seriously suspected that all men in this era had hemorrhoids.
Whose chrysanthemum can withstand such abuse?!
"Papermaking seems not difficult..."
Zhao Jia read for a while and soon understood the process. The process of papermaking is nothing more than crushing, soaking, pounding, washing, troughing, copying, drying and uncovering. According to the records in the book, there is not much technical content. I think
It is difficult to make pure white paper, but the paper for wiping your buttocks is extremely simple, and even several processes can be ignored.
He was a practical man, and since he had a plan, he didn't dwell on it. Taking advantage of the warm weather, he called two guards who followed him and asked them to get bamboo, hemp bark, etc.
In fact, wiping butt is one thing, and another thing is boring.
Now being locked up here, with no one paying attention to him, he is like a canary, unable to do anything he wants, so he might as well make some noise to attract people.
Although the two guards did not understand what Zhao Jia wanted to do, they still did it obediently.
Obeying orders is the basic quality of a soldier.
With tool man.
Zhao Jia was naturally relaxed and directed the two of them to work throughout the whole process. He himself made a pot of tea every day, read a book while practicing, cultivating his sentiments, and waiting for the fish to take the bait.
Boring time always passes quickly, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
There is not much coolness left in the air, and it is replaced by a gentleness, like a woman's small hands, which makes people ready to move.
The season of renewal.
"Spring has arrived!"
Zhao Jia glanced at the blue sky and whispered to himself, then looked at the several troughs in front of him. The plant fibers in them were settling, but due to his rough workmanship, their color was earthy.
Like rotten leaves.
There should be nothing wrong with wiping your butt... Zhao Jia muttered in his heart.
In his first attempt, he didn't intend to create any perfect paper. He just wanted it to be usable and then gradually improved it.
"kindness?"
While Zhao Jia was analyzing this, two figures slowly walked towards them from a distance. The Qin army guarding the mansion did not stop them. After bowing and saluting, they allowed the other party to walk in.
"Dignified Young Master Zhao, when did you become obsessed with these junk things?"
The young man in the leader's gorgeous robes looked at the sinks in front of him with strange eyes, then looked at Zhao Jia, and asked. When he saw Zhao Jia's appearance clearly, he was also stunned, because the other person looked handsome.
It's a bit too much.
Especially those pair of red and phoenix eyes, the moment they glance over, both men and women are killed.
"It is rumored that Zhao Guogong's son Jia is outstanding in appearance. Now it seems that the rumors are true."
The young man was playing with a delicate jade cup in his hand, admiring Zhao Jia's appearance for a while, and chuckled.
Zhao Jia took one look at the cup in the other person's hand and guessed who it was. There were not many people in the entire Qin State who were qualified to enter and exit this courtyard at will. They were young and liked to carry a cup with them, so their identity was obvious.
"It is said that Mr. Chang'an has loved drinking tea since he was a child and likes to carry a teacup with him wherever he goes. Now it seems that the rumors are true."
Zhao Jia smiled and said softly.
Cheng Yu paused while playing with the tea cup, then shook his head and said: "It seems that the rumors cannot be fully believed. They say that the young master of the State of Zhao is virtuous and prudent, but that is not always the case."
How can a virtuous young master care about the rumors about a young master from another country? What's more, the person in front of him is in an enemy country, and he is still in the mood to dig holes and play with rags. It really doesn't look like a virtuous person.
"Rumors are rumors, and seeing is believing."
Zhao Jia's smile did not fade, he paused, and continued: "Mr. Chang'an has good tea, and I am also a tea lover."
"Then you asked the right person."
Cheng Yu laughed loudly when he heard this and responded directly.
Zhao Jia followed his advice and led him into the house. The attendants on the side skillfully took out the teapot, tea leaves, teacups, etc., and then began to boil water to make tea. He brought his own water for making tea.
Cheng Xi explained on the side: "This water is taken from the ice water on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and combined with the silver shuttle on the top of the snow, the taste is endless."
Knowing how to play... Zhao Jia commented in his heart.
When it comes to luxury, you still have to look at these ancestors.
"Then let's have a taste of it today."
Zhao Jia said with great anticipation.
Without waiting for too long, a cup of white tea was pushed in front of Zhao Jia. It was fragrant and refreshing. The white tea inside was like a silver shuttle, immersed in the bottom of the cup. The tea was as clear and translucent as a mirror.
"please!"
"please!"
Zhao Jia raised the cup and took a sip. A touch of fragrant and sweet fragrance spread in his mouth. It was obviously hot tea, but a cool air rushed straight to his head, making his thoughts clearer. He couldn't help but praise: "
Great tea!”
Although he doesn't understand tea, he can still feel whether the tea is good or not.
He even had a feeling that this tea was very good for his spiritual consciousness. If he could take it every day...
"I wonder where Mr. Chang'an purchased this tea?"
Zhao Jia couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Yu shook his head helplessly and said softly: "This tea is called Xueding Yinsuo. I bought it from the Hu people with a lot of money. Unfortunately, its output is too small and its price is expensive. My brother Wang is...
This is no less a lesson to me."
"pity."
Zhao Jia nodded, but he remembered the name of this tea in his heart. If he had the chance, he would definitely go to the Hu people to grab it.
You can’t buy as much as you can grab!
Zhao Guoben made his fortune by robbing barbarians.
The traditions of our ancestors cannot be lost!
"I haven't asked yet what's going on with the trough outside."
Cheng Yu brought the topic back to the main topic, which was the reason why he came here today. Hearing that Zhao Guogongzi Jia was playing with rags in the courtyard all day long, how could he not be curious? If Ying Zheng had not been in a special status, he would even come here to take a look.
, to see if this childhood playmate has a bad brain.
Taking the bait... Zhao Jia chuckled and said, "When I have nothing to do, I suddenly had a whim and tried to see if I could make something that could replace the bamboo slips."
"Replace the bamboo slips?!"
Cheng Yu was startled and looked at Zhao Jia in astonishment.
Zhao Jia said softly: "Mr. Chang'an, don't you think the bamboo slips are too heavy? If there is a way to make the bamboo slips thinner, like the silk cloth, can it replace the bamboo slips?"