Crazy.
Damn it. Feng Zi must be crazy.
What a good paper!
Others might not know the material of rice paper.
However, Li Chengqian and the others knew that although the rice paper was coated with a layer of wax, it was still yellow and impure. It wasn't as pure as the white paper. But even so, not many people could afford to use it.
On the one hand, it was because of the paper making technique.
On the other hand, the production was too small.
The production of rice paper in Zhang Feng's day was more than that in Chang 'an in a month!
What did that mean?
It was simply intolerable.
And now, those aristocratic families valued their prestige based on their collection of books. Why?
One book cost a thousand tubes of money!
How much money would it cost to be learned?
Once the price of the paper was cheaper, the weight of these aristocratic families …
Wouldn't it become lighter?
What would they do?
This was simply something that only a lunatic would dare to do.
But …
For the Four Great Devils of Chang 'an City, this was interesting enough.
"Lunatic, don't forget about us for such a fun thing. Tomorrow morning, I'll bring the paper to Chang 'an City and stir up trouble for him. Just tell him what kind of tricks you want to play. Leave the rest to us!"
Cheng Chumo and the others were scrambling to do this thing. Qian Wanli and the others twitched their mouths and hurriedly distanced themselves from Cheng Chumo and the others.
It seemed that these people at this time had regained the prestige of the Four Great Devils of Chang 'an.
But when Zhang Feng heard this, he really thought of an idea. He waved his hand and asked Qian Wanli to come over. Then the seven of them gathered together and said, "I have an idea. Listen to me."
"I want to hear it too!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound. Zhang Feng could not help but be stunned for a moment before he remembered that there was still Gao Kan standing at the side. He speechlessly waved his hand and pointed to a pot of braised pig head meat at the side. "Go get me some meat and wine. You can't go on this matter."
"Oh!"
Upon hearing this, Gao Kan gave a muffled 'oh'. He sat by the side, ignoring the hostile gazes of the young students from the papermaking workshop. He hugged the pig's head meat and chewed on it.
Zhang Feng heaved a sigh of relief.
What a joke. If he were to let this guy go, in less than a quarter of an hour, the original words would be tricked out of him. Being too honest was sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it was a fatal existence.
"Let me tell you, this matter …"
…
In the afternoon in Chang 'an, although it was almost the beginning of autumn, it was still stuffy and hot.
After lunch, the people who were bored out of their minds gathered by the river or under the big willow tree to talk about trivial matters.
The most popular place, especially for the poor, was undoubtedly the teahouse.
Usually, for one copper coin, one could order a pot of tea, some snacks, and sit for an entire day. One could even listen to the storyteller talk from the south to the north. As for the poor, they had nothing to do. They just put their hands into their sleeves and squatted in a corner. If they met a familiar waiter, they could even get a bench to sit on.
The free songs and the storyteller's saliva were their main sources of understanding the country's affairs.
It was the same today.
Everyone listened to the storyteller's story. If it was boring, everyone would stop and gossip. If it was exciting, everyone would praise each other.
At this moment, after the storyteller finished his plain story, he slapped the wooden board and said, "The reason why I'm telling this story today is to broaden everyone's horizons. Everyone, take a look at what this is!"
As he spoke, the storyteller suddenly raised his voice. When he saw that everyone was looking at him, he took out a folded, white, square object from his inner shirt.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were hooked.
The storyteller dipped his finger on his lips and then carefully unfolded the snow-white object.
In the next moment.
Under everyone's curious gaze, the storyteller unfolded the object that was the size of a table and asked mysteriously, "Everyone, take a guess. What is this?"
Everyone couldn't help but be interested. Even the officials and nobles on the second floor occasionally poked their heads to take a look.
"Could this be a kind of cloth from the Western Regions?"
"No, this doesn't look like cloth. What is this thing?"
"Could it be paper?"
"Nonsense. Have you ever seen paper that is white? And it's so thin. How does it look like paper? "
"Then … Blind Liu, what is this thing?"
The storyteller stroked his beard. Although he was blind, his eyes, which were covered with white things, were still staring at the people on the second floor. Seeing that no one asked, he said calmly, "You may not believe it. Although this old man has an eye disease, this old man has seen rice paper before. But today, this old man saw this with a child in Tong Hui Fang!"
As he spoke, the storyteller raised the white object in his hand and then shouted excitedly, "What is this? You must have never seen it in your entire life. Today, this old man will show you what this is! "
As he spoke, the storyteller slowly grabbed the white object and gently tore it along one side.
"Puchi!"
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