After finishing Lu Dacui's stewed python soup, Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu held their stomachs and walked out of the courtyard.

A large bucket of snake soup, forced by Lu Dacui, Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu ate them all. Yang Xingzhou was okay, Huang Heihu was so full that he grunted and muttered as he walked: "My mother was afraid of hunger before, but now she is afraid of us eating it."

If you’re not full, force me to eat, oh, I’m exhausted!”

Heifengzhai is located in a remote area with poor mountains and harsh rivers. It is impossible to grow enough crops to eat. Fortunately, there is an official road nearby. It is the only road for people leaving the customs to cross the nearby desert. Every year, there are a large number of merchants.

Passing by nearby, people from Heifeng Village had to make plans for these merchants if they wanted to eat.

When they encounter a small group of merchants, they will rob them. When they encounter a large group of large-scale merchants, the people in Heifeng Village will immediately become intimidated and obediently make way for them. Finally, they will send a few people to serve as guides for these caravans and earn some hard money.

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In any case, relying on this official road, everyone in the village could barely survive by being hungry and well-fed. Before Yang Xingzhou crossed over, no one could eat more than a few meals a year.

Lu Dacui has not eaten enough since she went to Heifeng Village and has long been frightened by hunger. Now there is food hidden in her bedroom. As long as there is no food in sight, she will be restless all day long.

Cooking rice at this time and letting Yang Xingzhou and Huang Heihu eat more was also a sequelae of being frightened by hunger.

After the two had a meal, they walked together to a courtyard in the middle of the village. This courtyard was specially built by Yang Xingzhou for everyone in the village. There were a total of three main rooms and two side rooms. The middle hall was the meeting hall. In the middle of the hall were placed

A long table, which Yang Xingzhou had the carpenters in the village specially build.

This table is facing the door, with a tiger-skin gold chair on one end and an empty end.

At this time, both sides of the long table were filled with people, including men and women, old and young.

Among these people, there are a few people with unique temperaments, murderous eyes, and sinister faces. It looks like the four words "I am a bandit" are engraved on their faces. At a glance, you can tell that these grandsons must be bandits.

Born as a robber.

After Yang Xingzhou entered the hall, these people all stood up and looked at Yang Xingzhou with more than a dozen pairs of eyes.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Yang Xingzhou walked to the tiger-skin gold chair and sat down, scanning everyone: "As usual, let me report what happened yesterday!"

The skinny old man sitting in the first seat to the left of Yang Xingzhou heard this and glanced at Yang Xingzhou. He slowly took out an account book from his arms and read: "Yesterday, the paper mill produced thirty carts of paper and received three hundred taels of silver. Later.

, bought eight pieces of cloth for everyone in the village, and five hundred kilograms of fine iron, which cost thirty-eight taels, bought three hundred kilograms of medicinal materials, which cost eighty taels, and paid eighteen taels for the Lu family's blacksmith shop to make weapons.

After entering and exiting, there are still one hundred and sixty-four taels of silver left..."

This old man is called Qu Taibai, and he is the biggest weirdo in Heifeng Village. Decades ago, when all the teenagers in Heifeng Village aspired to become the most powerful mountain king, Qu Taibai wanted to take the exam and prepare to become an official.

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A guy who came out of a bandit den actually wanted to take the exam organized by the imperial court. This was just like a guy running a stall trying to take the urban management exam. It was so fresh and refined, and different from others.

Everyone in the village made fun of him for a while, but seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, they all took it seriously.

In this world, there are two things that cannot be ridiculed, one is one's origin and the other is one's ideal.

Although the people in the village are all rough and tumble, they also know how difficult it is for a child who grew up in a bandit's den to have an official job. This ideal is so difficult to achieve, so everyone no longer laughs at him, but chooses to help him.

He bought books for him, hauled several carts of bamboo slips, and specially kidnapped a poor teacher for him to teach him how to read and write.

This song Taibai lived up to expectations. Han Chuang studied hard for more than ten years, and finally entered the customs with his bedroll. He spent money to find an identity and took the liberal arts examination of the Dali Dynasty. His initial results were good.

I really went to the palace to meet you and became a local official.

No one in the village knew what he went through after that. Anyway, in the end, Qu Taibai retired and returned to his hometown. He actually left the village and returned to Heifeng Village, where he became an account bookkeeper and a teacher.

The reason why Yang Xingzhou and others were able to read and write was entirely due to Qu Taibai's contribution.

After Yang Xingzhou became the leader of the village, Qu Taibai naturally continued to be his accountant, responsible for the money, food, procurement, transactions and other matters in the village.

After Qu Taibai finished speaking, Yang Xingzhou nodded and turned to look at the first middle-aged man on the right: "Is there any movement on the nearby hills?"

This middle-aged man had a white face and a slight beard, and his eyes were thin and long. After hearing Yang Xingzhou's question, his eyes flickered slightly and he said with a smile: "Now because of our paper mill, the people in Tianwang Village, Evil Tiger Valley, and Wuliang Valley,

Everyone seems to have some ideas, the boss, the paper we made is said to have been sold to Shangjing City, and it seems to have alarmed a lot of people."

He said to Yang Xingzhou: "In the past, people used either wood chips or bamboo slips to write. The nobles used silk and sheepskin, but after all, it was too bulky and the cost was too high. Now the paper is white, light and soft...

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A black-faced man next to him chuckled and said: "Old Wen, when you say that, why do I not hear you talking about paper, but women, hahahaha!"

Yang Xingzhou tapped his right index finger on the table and gave the dark-faced man a faint look.

The black-faced man's laughter stopped abruptly.

The white-faced young man smiled and continued: "Master, you said that you originally made paper just to wipe your butt. But now the biggest role of this paper has nothing to do with wiping your butt. It has to do with the great separation."

Thousands of scholars in the dynasty, and even the lives of everyone in the world!"

He said to Yang Xingzhou: "This method of making paper is no longer a money-making thing, but a life-threatening thing! Boss, please make a decision early, otherwise, our copycat village will only survive in an instant!"

This white-faced middle-aged man is called Wen Yuliang, and he can be said to be one of the few remaining small bosses in the village. When the swordsmen in white raided the Black Wind Village, Wen Yuliang rolled in the urine in order to survive, and killed the swordsmen in white.

I was so disgusted that I cursed a few times and left immediately.

After the swordsman in white left, Wen Yuliang treated many people in the village, and Yang Xingzhou was treated by him.

Wen Yuliang came to Heifeng Village with Wen Qubai from outside. This man was very skilled in medicine. People in the village had headaches and fevers. After finding Wen Yuliang, he was guaranteed to cure their illnesses with medicine, which was extremely effective.

Yang Xingzhou had always felt that this guy was deep-seated and had an extraordinary background. However, since he was from the Black Wind Village, he had never had second thoughts over the years, and he was his savior. Therefore, after becoming the leader of the village, he

He then left the matter of inquiring about the information to him.

In fact, after the papermaking technology was passed down to Yang Xingzhou, Yang Xingzhou had already considered the influence of these papers.

In this world, most books are still made of bamboo slips, and only very precious written items are carried using animal skins and silk.

However, one of these things is cumbersome and the other is luxurious. There is basically no possibility of popularization. This is also the reason why this world's culture cannot be spread on a large scale.

The emergence of paper can solve a lot of problems. It is cheap, light, easy to store, and is also very suitable for writing!

It can be said that the influence of paper on human beings is simply incredible. From the first day it appeared, it began to penetrate human life.

For such an invention, no discerning ruler would miss it. From the beginning of selling paper, Heifeng Village became a whirlpool of storm.

After hearing Wen Yuliang's words, Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Since this thing is deadly, let's use it in exchange for some benefits!"

His ears twitched, and he slowly stood up and said: "The art of papermaking will be accomplished for thousands of years and will benefit future generations. How can we keep it secret in our village? Let's get ready. When I enter the customs, I will rush to Beijing to show my respect to today's emperor.

If you dedicate your papermaking skills, you can gain a good background!"
Chapter completed!