Chapter 748

Crazy.

Damn it, Feng Zi must be crazy.

Such good paper!

Others may not know the material of rice paper.

But Li Chengqian knows that although the rice paper is painted with a layer of wax, it is still yellow and impure. It is not as white as this white paper, but few people can afford it.

On the one hand, it is because of papermaking.

One is that the output is too small.

Zhang Feng's output on this day is more than that of Chang'an in a month!

What is this concept?

It just doesn't let people live.

But now those big gentry are valued and respected by their collections of books. Why?

A book is a thousand dollars!

How much will it cost to learn and be rich?

Once the price of this paper is cheaper, the weight of these gentry

Wouldn't it be lighter?

What will they do?

This is what a madman dares to do.

But

For the four evil kings in Chang'an City, this is interesting enough.

"Madman, don't forget us for such a fun thing. Tomorrow morning, I'll bring you paper to stir up the wind and rain for him in Chang'an city. Just say what tricks you want to make, and leave the rest to your brothers!"

Chumo and others scramble to do this. Qian Wanli and others twitch in the corners of their mouths and quickly put aside the distance from Chumo.

It seems that several people at this time have restored the reputation of the four evil kings of Chang'an in the past.

But when Zhang Feng heard this, he really thought of an attention. He waved to Qian Wanli, and then the seven people gathered together and said, "I have an attention. Listen."

"I want to listen, too!"

Suddenly, Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment before he remembered that there was a Gao Kan pestle on one side, waved silently, pointed to a pot of stewed pig head meat and said, "go eat meat and drink for me. You can't go about this."

"Oh!"

When Gao Kan heard the speech, he made a dull sound. He sat aside and ate the pig's head in spite of the hostile eyes of the young students in the paper mill.

Zhang Feng was relieved.

I'm kidding. If you let the goods go, the original words will be taken away within half an hour. It's too frank. Sometimes it's a good thing, but sometimes it's a fatal existence.

"I'll tell you, this thing..."

……

Chang'an in the afternoon, although it is approaching the beginning of autumn, it is still muggy to death.

After lunch, the idle and flustered people gathered in groups on the river, or under the big willow tree.

The most popular place, especially the poor, is undoubtedly the teahouse.

On weekdays, you can order a pot of tea and some snacks to sit here for a day. You can also listen to the storyteller say that from the south to the north, and people without money are all right. Insert your hand into your sleeve robe and squat in the corner. If you meet a familiar second brother of the store, you can still sit on a bench.

Free tunes and the spit tongue of storytellers are the main source of their understanding of national affairs.

This is still the case today.

Everyone listened to the storyteller. If they were boring, they would stop and talk nonsense. If they were wonderful, they would blow each other about haisai.

At this time, the storyteller patted the wooden board and said, "the reason why I want to say this piece of rice paper today is to open your eyes. You see what this is!"

While talking, the storyteller raised his fierce voice and saw that everyone looked at it. Then he took out a folded square white thing from the inner lining of his chest.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were hooked.

I saw the storyteller put his fingers on his lips, and then carefully unfolded the white thing as white as snow.

The next moment.

In the curious eyes of the people, the storyteller unfolded this thing the size of a wine table before he asked mysteriously, "you all guess what this thing is?"

People couldn't help but get interested. Even dignitaries and dignitaries on the second floor looked down from time to time.

"Isn't this a kind of encroaching cloth in the western regions?"

"No, this doesn't look like cloth. What's this?"

"Is it paper?"

"Fart, have you ever seen what paper is white? And it's so thin, where is it like paper?"

"So... Blind Liu, what is this?"

The storyteller touched his beard. Although he was blind, his eyes full of white things still stared at the people on the second floor. Seeing that no one asked, he said faintly: "you may not believe it. Although he has eye diseases, he had seen rice paper before, but today, he saw this in a child in Tonghui square!"

While talking, the storyteller threw the white thing in his hand at one stroke, and then shouted excitedly, "what is this? You must have never seen it in your life. Today, I'll let you all see it. What's this!"

While talking, the storyteller slowly grabbed the white thing and gently tore it along one side.

"Puff --!"