"Pity."

After Xun Yu passed for a moment, he opened his mouth and sighed.

Zhang Zhao on the side didn't seem to show anything strange because of Xun Yu's sigh.

He still looks like an old god, looking like an honest farmer with a little slow reaction time.

"What's the pity?"

Zhang Zhao asked.

Xun Yu said: "It's a pity that although the county magistrate's textbook is very cleverly designed, there are very few people who want to reach this level."

"How many people in the entire scribes' house are like you who can draw this textbook?"

"And even if you continue to write these textbooks from now on, how many will you be able to write in the end?"

“Such a textbook is more difficult to promote than previous textbooks. What’s not a pity?”

Zhang Zhaoshen agreed and said: "What you said is indeed very reasonable. It would be a pity if there is no way to promote this kind of teaching materials."

This made Xun Yu even more confused.

I've already talked about it to this extent, why are you still so calm?

Xun Yu couldn't help but said: "Have you never thought of this problem before? Why didn't you inform the county magistrate of this matter?"

Zhang Zhao saw that Xun Yu was anxious and couldn't help laughing: "Xu Ping, do you really think I am someone who would do such a stupid thing?"

Xun Yu was like a rat that had been teased too much and was completely immune to Zhang Zhao's laughter.

He asked very calmly: "If not, what should you do?"

Zhang Zhao didn't care about Xun Yu's calm and handsome face. He smiled and took his hand and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Come with me and take a look."

Then he took Xun Yu and walked towards the side room.

That wing is the place they set aside specifically for storing books.

This is also the result that Zhang Zhao wanted Xun Yu to see.

Xun Yu could already guess what Zhang Zhao wanted to take him there to see.

But now he doesn't think there is anything in this scribe's house that can change his current perception.

How is it possible that there is any way to solve today's problems?

After Zhang Zhao led him to push open the door of the wing, and then turned sideways to invite Xun Yu in.

Xun Yu looked at the scene in front of him and stayed where he was for a moment.

What did he see!

He saw that there were rows of bookshelves in this place.

Bookshelf made of boxwood is very stable.

These bookshelves look like they were recently made.

Originally, in his understanding, it should be the places where the bamboo slips were stored.

At this time, not even a single bamboo slip could be seen above.

Instead, there were books neatly arranged and placed vertically on the bookshelf.

These books are all bound together with cotton thread, and each volume is arranged very neatly.

There was also a faint scent of ink in the room, and Xun Yu was almost stunned on the spot by this scene.

"How are these teaching materials... made?"

He selected a book at random and took it down.

Opening the pages of the book, he was very familiar with the words inside.

At this glance, you can tell that it was written by Zhang Zhao.

"Did you do all this?"

Xun Yu looked at Zhang Zhao in shock.

It was hard for him to imagine how much effort Zhang Zhao had to put in to arrange the entire bookshelf.

Zhang Zhao obviously knew that Xun Yu had misunderstood.

He laughed and said, "I didn't do this. You've only been gone for such a short time. Even if I don't sleep, I can't produce so many books."

Xun Yu looked at Zhang Zhao with a complex expression and said, "If you really stay awake, it won't be difficult to do this."

Now it was Zhang Zhao's turn to be speechless.

I have to trade Yang Shou for these books? You really value these books.

Zhang Zhaodao: "I really didn't do this."

Xun Yu pointed to the familiar font on the book and said, "If you didn't write this kind of character, then who could have written it?"

"Don't tell me that after I left for such a short time, the level of all the people in our house has already risen to your level?"

Zhang Zhao looked at Xun Yu who looked confused, he laughed and said: "It is naturally impossible for their level to rise to my level soon, but these books are indeed not made by me. If I really want to say it,

, our county magistrate is still very powerful."

Xun Yu wondered: "County magistrate? Can he imitate your handwriting? Is he writing this these days?"

Zhang Zhao felt that he had been smiling for too long, and the muscles on his face were almost stiff.

So he took Xun Yu away from the warehouse and came to the lobby in front.

He took Xun Yu to see the carvings being made by the craftsmen in the lobby, and then said: "I guess you were also confused about what they were doing when you first came in, right?"

"Now if you take a closer look, you will know where those books come from."

Xun Yu came to the lobby and looked down at the craftsmen who were carving the engravings.

Then he looked at the craftsman next to him who was printing on sheets of white paper with carved engraving blocks.

Then I looked at the piles of neatly cut papers being sorted and arranged, and someone specially collected them one by one from those different categories.

Finally, use cotton thread to fix it into a book.

In this way, the book he had seen in the warehouse quickly appeared in front of him.

Xun Yu's eyes gradually became distracted.

The impact of the scene before him was too great for him.

This kind of concept that subverts the mode of production can almost directly destroy the reality that a person once believed deeply.

Just like Xun Yu.

He once felt with certainty that although Qin Yu's idea was good, it was simply unrealistic.

The elders in their clan must have thought so too.

But now.

What did he see?

Qin Yu actually accomplished something that he thought was impossible before in such a clever way.

This is really too scary!

Xun Yu could almost imagine it.

If all future books could be printed like this.

Not to mention that it is only provided to a small Jiyang County, even Nanyang County will no longer have to worry about studying in the future!

Even if it goes further.

If it is promoted.

The situation of the entire Han Dynasty and all aristocratic families in the future will undergo huge changes due to the emergence of this technology!

Paper!

This is the basis of everything.

It is also the core of everything.

Only the paper produced in Jiyang City, which is extremely suitable for writing documents, is the key to being able to produce books in large quantities.

"I just don't know how valuable this paper is."

After a long pause, Xun Yu suddenly said something meaningless.

However, Zhang Zhao was able to keep up with his thinking.

He knew that Xun Yu had thought a lot at this time.

Then he shook his head and said: "The county magistrate never said how much this paper is worth, but based on my observation, these ordinary papers have never been in shortage since we started printing books."

"Only my favorite kind of rice paper is delivered in small quantities at regular intervals. Obviously, if it is really expensive, the rice paper is much more expensive."
To be continued...