Zhou Peirong immediately realized that the cost price he had given was still too low.
In this world where bamboo slips and cloth are used as writing tools.
The existence of paper is indeed no different from a sacred object.
But the cost of something that can be called a divine object is only five hundred coins.
Who else would it be, who wouldn’t be surprised!
Zhou Peirong felt a little regretful at this moment.
He should have thought of this and quoted a higher price.
But soon, the regret in Zhou Peirong's heart melted away like ice and snow.
"Brother Li, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Zhou Peirong smiled and pretended to be casual and spoke softly again.
"What I just gave is just the lowest cost of this thing."
"The quality of this thing still has a lot of room for improvement!"
"Oh? Are you serious about this?"
Li Shaoqi was obviously aroused by Zhou Peirong's words and quickly asked questions.
"Of course it's true!"
Zhou Peirong nodded curtly.
"The materials used to make paper are different, and the quality of the paper produced is naturally very different."
"The paper I gave you is actually of the worst quality."
"So if you can get better materials, you can make better paper?"
Li Shaoqi stared at Zhou Peirong eagerly, with a clear tremor in his voice.
"That's the theory!"
Zhou Peirong shrugged, noncommittal.
"I have told you, Brother Li, what should be said and what should not be said."
"Now, Brother Li, is it time for you to give me an answer?"
"this……"
Li Shaoqi hesitated for a moment, but the enthusiasm in his eyes slowly receded.
He looked bitter and shook his head gently at Zhou Peirong.
"Brother Zhou, please forgive me. I really can't help you this time."
"This paper is indeed a good thing. I also want to rely on this thing to make a fortune with you, Brother Zhou."
"But the problem is, I am really powerless!"
"Weak-minded? Brother Li, you..."
Zhou Peirong stood up suddenly and asked questions eagerly.
However, he only said half of what he said, but he had already figured out the key to it.
In Liming County, this is three-thirds of an acre.
Small businesses in the streets still have to turn over 30% of their profits.
If a sacred object like paper enters the market, it will definitely attract the covetous attention of interested people.
Until then.
Whether it is himself or Li Shaoqi, it is probably more difficult to maintain the papermaking technology than to reach the sky.
Li Shaoqi said that he was powerless, and Zhou Peirong easily understood.
"That's all, I'm just too impatient!"
Zhou Peirong sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.
"Since it's against the law, I won't bother you any more. Brother Li, we..."
Just as Zhou Peirong was about to say goodbye to Li Shaoqi, there was a burst of noise outside the gate of Li's house.
Immediately afterwards, a porter ran in panting.
"Mr. Zhou, it's not good!"
"Your mule got frightened and ran away!"
The concierge looked frightened and stammered to Zhou Peirong.
"Run away?!"
Zhou Peirong was dumbfounded. He didn't bother to say hello to Li Shaoqi and rushed directly to the door of Li's house.
Mules and carts are not worth much money.
What he really cares about is the pile of paper on the cart!
The value of the paper itself is secondary.
But if someone with bad intentions takes over, he will definitely be in trouble in the future.
Therefore, the pile of paper in the car must be recovered no matter what.
Follow the direction pointed by another concierge of the Li family.
Zhou Peirong spread his legs and chased after him like flying.
Zhou Peirong didn't understand Li Shaoqi's shouts behind him at all.
He also didn't see that just around the corner not far from Li's house, Chen San had already had a panoramic view of everything that had just happened.
"What the hell is this Zhou Peirong doing?"
"When did he get involved with Li Shaoqi? There seems to be something fishy about it!"
Chen San frowned and thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the county government office.
The other side.
Zhou Peirong asked passers-by while chasing him.
Even after chasing him out of the city gate, he didn't see his own mules or cart, which made Zhou Peirong even more anxious.
Fortunately, Huangtian pays off.
Zhou Peirong chased forward for a while, and finally saw his mule and cart.
However, at this time, Zhou Peirong's eyes did not see the joy of finding something lost, nor the relief of being about to find the lost thing.
Because he suddenly saw that his mule was being led by a sturdy man.
The stack of papers on the car was held in the hands of a middle-aged scribe, who was looking at it carefully and repeatedly.
The scene in front of him immediately made Zhou Peirong's heart sink.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.
"This little brother!"
The middle-aged scribe put the pile of papers back in the car and waved to Zhou Peirong.
"Please come over here, I have something to ask you."
Zhou Peirong was naturally unwilling in every possible way.
But in the end, he still had to bite the bullet and walked up to the middle-aged scribe.
"Later-born Zhou Peirong, I have met my seniors!"
Zhou Peirong clasped his fists against his chest and gave the middle-aged scribe a scribe's salute.
"Senior, if you have any questions, just tell me. Junior, I will tell you everything I know."
"If that's the case, then I won't be polite!"
The middle-aged scribe smiled and pointed to the cart beside him.
"This car and everything in it belong to you, little brother?"
"yes!"
Zhou Peirong only hesitated for a moment, then nodded generously and admitted.
Most people in the county have seen this cart and mules.
Even if he denies it now, when these people enter the county and inquire, his lie will be revealed.
Rather than being disturbed later, it would be better to openly admit it now.
Seeing Zhou Peirong nod, the middle-aged scribe's eyes flashed with something strange, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Then what is this?"
While talking, the middle-aged scribe took out the pile of paper again.
"This thing is called paper. It can replace bamboo slips and cloth for writing!"
The papers are just there.
Even if he didn't say it, sooner or later, people would be able to guess the purpose of the paper.
Instead of futilely trying to hide something, it would be better to simply tell the whole story about the purpose of paper.
In this way, you might even get an unexpected harvest.
Without leaving any trace, Zhou Peirong glanced at the carriage behind the middle-aged scribe, and then added in a loud voice.
"I came to the county today just to use the paper I made to exchange for some money to supplement my family's income."
"But I didn't expect that this beast was so frightened that he ran here and hit the senior's frame. I hope he can atone for his sins!"
"Are you saying that the paper in your mouth was made by you yourself?"
A sweet sound like the cry of an oriole sounded, and the curtain of the carriage was opened immediately.
A woman wearing a veil slowly stepped out of the carriage with the help of a maid.