As soon as he heard that Cui Shao was coming, Zhang Nan hurriedly said: "Come in, let's go, Yue'er, let's go to the front hall." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After Zhang Nan finished speaking, he went to the front hall with Cui Yue, but Zhang Nan was also very strange, this is obviously the point of work, why does his father-in-law come to his house now? Is it hard to skip work like yourself?

As soon as Zhang Nan and Cui Yue arrived in the front hall, they saw Cui Shao sitting in the front hall drinking tea.

"Why did my father-in-law come to the house today?" Zhang Nan said with a smile.

When Cui Shao heard Zhang Nan's voice, he was very surprised, turned his head to see that it was really Zhang Nan, and asked with a strange face: "Qingquan, shouldn't you be in the military department?" Why did you come back so early today? ”

"Shouldn't my father-in-law be in the household department now? Why did you come to me? After Zhang Nan finished speaking, Cui Shao and Zhang Nan looked at each other and smiled, knowing in their hearts that Cui Shao had also skipped work.

"Haha, don't talk about this, don't talk about this, the old man came here today mainly to see Yue'er." Cui Shao snorted and passed.

"Eh, why is Yue'er still reading books now?" Cui Shao looked at his daughter and found that her daughter was holding a book in her hand, which couldn't help but be a little strange.

"Oh, this book was written by Lang Jun, Lang Jun was afraid that his daughter would be bored at home on weekdays, so he gave it to his daughter." Cui Yue said happily.

"Oh, Qingquan can actually write a book?!" Cui Shao was surprised, writing a book in ancient times is a great thing, in ancient times, it was not easy for a person to write a book in his life, usually a book would take a person more than ten years or even longer, and Cui Yue said that Zhang Nan actually wrote a book, how not to surprise Cui Shao, Zhang Nan is only in his early twenties, and he can actually write a book.

"Quickly show it to the old man." Cui Shao urged.

Cui Yue handed the "Journey to the West" in his hand to Cui Shao, and Cui Shao picked up the book and looked at it carefully. After watching it for a long time, Cui Shaocai patted his thigh and said, "Okay." Cui Shao first praised it, and then said: "It's just that Qingquan's book was really written by you?" Cui Shao was skeptical that Zhang Nan said that the book was written by himself, after all, Zhang Nan's recitals were all written by his daughter.

"Hehe, although my son-in-law can't write, but he can speak, this book was dictated by me and written by others." Zhang Nan continued to come up with an excuse that he had already thought of.

"But Qingquan, you are only in your early twenties this year, and this book has almost a million words, so when did you start writing this book Qingquan?" Cui Shao doesn't want Cui Yue to be so easy to fool, but now Cui Shao is getting to the bottom of it.

The book "Journey to the West" has a total of 820,000 words, 820,000 words in modern online novels, and a writer's writing for half a year is already a very slow speed, but to say that this speed is put in ancient times, it is simply a fantasy.

"This ...... I've been writing for a year. Zhang Nan casually recited a number, anyway, there is no way to test this thing, and he can't help but say anything.

"A year? So fast. Cui Shao was shocked, but he didn't say anything, after all, Zhang Nan's book is just a strange novel, as long as there is a story in his heart, it is not impossible to write a book without doing anything every day.

Suddenly, Cui Shao put all his eyes on the paper of this book, in the Tang Dynasty, there was no hard paper as white as snow, even if it was rice paper, there was no paper that could be worshiped like the paper of Zhang Nan's book, and the paper was so good.

Generally speaking, in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, paper was not popular, because the general public, especially farmers, had little demand for paper, except for the inferior paper used to go to the toilet, the people would not spend money to buy those beautiful, but very expensive literati paper, paper did not become a mass consumer product until the Song Dynasty. Therefore, the paper is used in the correspondence between the family and the government, and even then, it is also graded.

For example, the administrative documents of the imperial court are copied on white linen paper, the military documents are copied on jute paper, and the five-color hemp paper is used for the documents of the imperial court to the senior officials of various ethnic minority areas. So like the paper of this book, Cui Shao is unheard of and unseen.

"Qingquan, what kind of paper is used in this book, and why has the old man never seen it? Not only is this paper as white as snow, but the texture is much harder than that of rice paper. It doesn't feel easy to break, what kind of paper is this? Cui Shao asked with a look of surprise, and after speaking, Cui Shao also turned out a page and twisted it with his hand, as if he was feeling the quality of the white paper.

"This paper ...... This paper was made using the secret method I passed through a door, so it is normal that I don't have a name, and my father-in-law has not seen it, after all, this paper has never been circulated in the market. Zhang Nan then said nonsense.

"In that case, you must know the secret method of making such paper, otherwise this book would not have been made." Cui Shaodao.

"This ...... I know. At this point, Zhang Nan had no choice but to say that he knew, anyway, if Cui Shao wanted to know how this paper was made, he could also change the method of making paper in the system.

"Oh, how much does this paper cost?" Cui Shao asked with interest, as if he had taken a fancy to the method of making paper in Zhang Nan's hand.

"It's very low, it's not expensive anyway." Zhang Nan thought about it and said, anyway, the most important raw material for paper like this is wood, but if it is ordinary wood, how expensive can it be?

"Eh, Qingquan you have such a good recipe, why didn't you take it out earlier?" Cui Shao said with a look of regret.

"This ...... Is it important? Zhang Nan looked puzzled, Cui Shao is not short of money, this paper business should not be Cui Shao's original intention.

"With this paper, how many unique books of our Cui family can be written on this paper for preservation, and even use this paper to exchange for books from other families." Cui Shao felt very excited when he thought about it.

Because in the early Tang Dynasty, engraving printing has not yet been popularized, books are still mainly copied by hand, so its price is relatively expensive, and the family is expensive to collect books, books are the capital of the family above other nobles, with books, you can educate the next generation, it can be said that education is monopolized in ancient times, although there are also poor scholars to read, but most of the officials in the officialdom are the children of the family.

Zhang Nan didn't know these things, so he could only remain silent. Cui Shao flipped through the books with satisfaction, as if he had obtained some treasure.

"By the way, the old man wants to remind you that such a cheap method of papermaking must not be allowed...... Know. "When Cui Shao said this, he pointed to the sky, who he was referring to, it is self-evident." If it is known, it will be a catastrophe for our family. Cui Shao stroked his beard and said.