"Sir, no!"

Liu Po ​​pressed the sword on his waist tightly, then took a step forward, and said with a serious expression on his face: "Sir, you saved Liu Po's life. The papermaking workshop was also caused by my negligence. I should take revenge on Niu Xiaosi and kill Meng Yun. The county magistrate asked me to be tied to the county jail. In the future, no matter whether you live or die, everything will be done by me, Liu Po, alone, and have nothing to do with Qinghe Town and Lidian!"

"Knock~" Liu Po ​​said that, pulling out his sword, and a golden light flashed a creepy cold light under the sun.

"Chen Xu, you... didn't you say there is a second way? Tell me quickly, I...I am willing to accept your proposal!" Meng Yun completely collapsed, looking at Liu Po ​​who drew out his long sword, trembling and shouting.

"It's too late, my second way is to kill you and avenge Niu Xiaosi!" Chen Xu said coldly.

"No...no, you...you must have a third method!" Meng Yun was completely scared by Chen Xu, who was not playing according to common sense.

He is the son of the Shangqing, and he has been pampering since childhood. In addition, the world of Qin is stable and has almost no war. The sons of the princes and princes are basically nothing to do. They live very leisurely and spend all day among a group of disciples of the princes and princes. Although their reputation is not obvious, no one in Xianyang dares to underestimate him at all. At most, he doesn't like his personality. He grew up in the imperial capital Xianyang, and he is surrounded by a few people who flatter him every day. He has been used to being domineering since childhood.

However, his strict family education has also developed a domineering aura that is unpredictable. He has never seen a person like Chen Xu since he was so old. Not only did he beat him to a bruised face, but he also blatantly threatened to kill him. In front of the county magistrate and a group of people, what is even more unreasonable is that he actually killed Ma Teng in a few words. This is a completely unruly mountain village man who treats the law as a joke. If he really kills himself, it will be a pity.

"No!" Chen Xu shook his head.

"You...you must have!" Meng Yun stammered.

"Haha!" Chen Xu raised his head and laughed, "Okay, then I can have one, but I'm afraid you can't accept it!"

"No, I will think it carefully this time!" Meng Yun shook his head repeatedly.

"Xu Fu, prepare the pen, ink and paper. Everyone except the county magistrate of Kaifang will leave for the time being, and no one is allowed to stay!" Chen Xu ordered.

"Yes~" Liu Po ​​breathed a sigh of relief and inserted the sword back into the scabbard and took everyone in the yard out. However, a group of people walked out of the yard gate and found that Yu Wuya was standing outside the door holding the iron sword. Although Ma Teng was lying on the ground motionless, except for a small wound on his thigh, he was still intact.

In a separate room in the inpatient department, Meng Yun sat in front of the table, Chen Xu and Fang Kuan sat opposite, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. The three of them sat opposite each other, and the air solidified, just like the interrogation room of the police station in later generations.

"Tell me, who instigated you to come? I don't think you are your father!" Chen Xu said slowly.

"No, I heard Ao Jun, the son of Ao Ping, the son of Ao Ping, in a Cuju, talk about something called paper, similar to cloth, which can write a lot of words very lightly. However, the Shaofu gathered countless craftsmen to study it for more than a month but failed. I was interested in these strange things since I was a child, so I took it back and pondered it for a long time. I found that this paper was made of pulp with hemp, but it was not done after repeated trials and repeated failures, and I could not restore the method of making paper. So I found Ao Jun again and again inquired again. Finally, he revealed that this method came from Nanyang County, which may be related to the rumored disciples of the immortals, so I couldn't wait to come to Nanyang!"

"What then?" Chen Xu asked.

"After arriving in Wancheng, I was an old acquaintance with the county magistrate's nephew Ma Teng, so I asked about this. He asked me for a few days and told me that the paper matter had a whereabouts, and it was in Qinghe Town, Zhi County, so I came!" Meng Yun roughly guessed that Chen Xu would not kill him, so his emotions gradually calmed down and his speech became much smoother.

Chen Xu lowered his head and began to think.

The paper has been made for more than two months, and it has been circulated. Jiangbeiting, Zhao Qing, Shui Qingrou, Wang Jian and others all know it, and have used it a lot, so it is impossible to keep it completely confidential. At least in the officialdom, paper should not be a particularly fresh item, but the scope of circulation is very small. After Jiangbeiting's hand, it seems that Ma Boyuan and others also know the existence of paper, and then sent it to Xianyang and fell into the Jiangzuo Shao Mansion.

"So you want to get the method of making paper?" Chen Xu looked at Meng Yun and asked.

"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with others, but I was just curious. I didn't want to kill the helper at that time. When You Jiao from the town rushed in, the servant's hand trembled..."

Shake your uncle! Chen Xu's face twitched for a moment.

A sword almost cut Niu Xiaosi's neck, and even his hands were shaking, Chen Xu wanted to take off his shoes and throw them on Meng Yun's face.

"So, you admit that you have instigated the servants to kill Niu Xiaosi, right?" Chen Xu asked gently knocking on the table.

"Yes!" Meng Yun nodded with an extremely ugly expression after being silent for a long time.

"Why did you do this? If you showed your identity at the beginning, it might not have caused this disaster!"

"Ma Teng said that the method of papermaking is strictly supervised. The county magistrate has arranged for people to come and inquire, but he has not obtained it. If he wants to get it, he can only ask the people in the workshop without finding it. After we came to Qinghe Town, we also asked the villagers. As expected, they were all secretive. When we talked about this, we ignored us. So we found out that the location of the papermaking workshop and went straight, and we didn't want to kill anyone at first!"

"Niu Xiaosi is a helper in the papermaking workshop. He is familiar with the technology and methods of papermaking. If he goes to Xianyang and presents papermaking techniques, he will definitely be able to become a master or even an official in the Shaofu of Zhizuo. Even the emperor will reward him, but he is killed by you now. This is a huge loss to my Qinghe Town and also the loss of the Qin Dynasty. You have to pay for it!" Chen Xu said.

"Losing money?" Not only Meng Yun was stunned, but even Fang Kuan opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Yes, I've lost money. I spent a lot of manpower and material resources to cultivate Niu Xiaosi, and I almost used the power of Qinghe Town to successfully study papers. How can you say such a huge loss without losing money?"

"Then... how much is it to pay?" Meng Yun began to stutter again.

"Five hundred thousand yuan?"

"Ga~" Mengyun's eyes suddenly protruded and became longer, and Fang Kuan directly hit the table with a thud.

"Five...500,000 yuan, how could a boy pay so much money? Where did I... get it..." Meng Yun's mind collapsed.

"The compensation amount is indeed huge, but you have to know the value of Niu Xiaosi. If paper is promoted on a large scale in Daqin, do you know the consequences and value of it? How much bamboo, wood, bamboo slips will be consumed in the entire Daqin? Once the paper is spread, almost all the Fang family sorcerers and Daqin officials will need it in large quantities. Next year, I only need to change Niu Xiaosi's household registration to a craftsman, and then hand over the paper produced to merchants to sell it to all parts of Daqin. Even if a book of ten pages of paper only makes five cents profits, do you know how much you can make a profit in a year, how much you can make a profit in three years, and how much you can make a profit in five or ten years?" Chen Xu looked at Meng Yun after saying that,

After pondering for a while, he said, "Tell you the truth. Although the method of making paper is complicated, the materials are extremely cheap and are almost worthless. A piece of paper costs only a tiny centimeter, but the profit can be counted dozens of times. 500,000 seems to be a huge amount, but it only takes 100,000 copies to make it back. Now, the Qin Dynasty is more than 36 counties and 800 counties. According to three years, the entire Qin Dynasty has been distributed, and each county is only a few dozen copies. But do you know that if the hundreds of families are prosperous today, how many famous scholars of the Fang family are there? How many classics need to be copied? How many officials of the Qin Dynasty need to pass on laws and documents and various historical materials and letters with a wide range of names..."

Chen Xu used the big data commonly used by later generations to fully demonstrate and analyze the demand for books to support Niu Xiaosi's value.

"From this point, do you think 500,000 is more than that?" Chen Xu concluded.

Fang Kuan came to his senses at this time and couldn't help but nod and said, "It's true not many! I'm afraid there are more than 100,000 copies a year!"

"There are not many, but...but I...I don't?"

Meng Yun's mind was completely blank. No matter who faced a huge compensation of 500,000 yuan, he would have blanked his mind. Although money seemed to be of little use in this era, it could be used to buy food. It would be 13,000 stones for food. However, the highest official in the Qin Dynasty, Li Si, who was the left prime minister, paid about 300 stones per month, and only 3,000 stones of grain a year. If you want to compensate for this money, it would take four or five years to not eat or drink.

"It doesn't matter, you can write me an IOU?" Chen Xu said with a smile.

"What is an IOU?" Meng Yun asked blankly.

"It's the evidence that you owe others money. The pen is ready. Let's write it. I will write about Meng Yun, the son of the censor. Because I was wrongly killed by Niu Xiaosi, a papermaking workshop assistant in Qinghe Town, Qinghe Town, and reached a compensation agreement with Lidian of Qinghe Town, to pay a total of 500,000 yuan, pay it in three years, and pay it back 170,000 yuan a year. If it is not returned within the deadline, it will be compensated 30% of the liquidated damages the following year..."

"I... I can't pay it!" Meng Yun almost cried and regretted that he came to Qinghe Town. He almost lost his life. Although he has saved his life, the 500,000 coins are like a mountain, which will sooner or later be crushed to pieces.

"No, you can pay for it if you write it down!"

"Why?" Meng Yun became more dull.

"As long as you write it down, I will inform you of the papermaking method in detail. When you make paper and sell it, you will make a lot of profits in a year or two. It is naturally no problem to have a mere 500,000!"

"Really?" Meng Yun shivered for a few times in excitement.

"What I lie to you? Five hundred thousand is not a small amount, but it is definitely not a small amount. What's the point of asking you to write this IOU? This is a situation of killing two birds with one stone. You have obtained the method of making paper and achieved the purpose of coming to Qinghe Town this time. Niu Xiaosi's family also received compensation for it. The pain of losing his son can also be comforted by his parents! And this matter will disappear and will never be spread. Otherwise, I think your father, as a censor, would have spread out if his son was outside and murdered the civilians and robbed the finances, his reputation of being honest and honest would inevitably be destroyed. What's the face he has to stay in the position of the Three Dukes..."

Under Chen Xu's patient guidance, Meng Yun finally picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then finished it on a piece of hemp pulp paper, and wrote down an IOU.

Chen Xu took the IOU and looked at it. He couldn't help but exclaim. His handwriting was elegant and neat, and the content was exactly the same as what he said just now.

"Chen Xu, is this okay?" Meng Yun was a little nervous.

"Well, that's it. The three of us signed and banned the IOU on it and testified each other!" After Chen Xu finished speaking, he handed the IOU to Meng Yun, letting him put his name on his name, and then bit his thumb and pressed the blood fingerprint. Although Fang Kuan still had countless thoughts about this, he and Chen Xu are now considered grasshoppers on the same rope. For the time being, they still need to tie them together to guard against Zhao Gao's revenge, so naturally they will not destroy it. Since Chen Xu can reach an understanding with Meng Yun to resolve this matter, of course, it is best, although this method is very fucked and shameless.

Fang Kuan lifted his pen and wrote the name of Fang Kuan, the county magistrate of Zhixian County, and then slightly pulled out the big sword around his waist, stroked his fingers on the sword tip, and then pressed it on the IOU, which instantly became a blood fingerprint.

It was Chen Xu's turn, and he quickly wrote his name, then glanced at his thumb, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"You two are waiting!" Chen Xu ran out after saying that, and soon returned. His thumb was covered with blood and he also pressed a blood fingerprint under his name.

Outside the gate of the health center, You Jiao Liu Po, Yu Wuya and Jiang Chuyue watched Chen Xu run out of the inside, dipped a little blood on the wound of Ma Teng's thigh, lying unconsciously on the ground, and ran back, all of them were confused.

"Okay, this IOU will take effect from today. I will naturally write down the detailed method of papermaking for you later, and I can even take you to the papermaking workshop to visit the production process!" Chen Xu picked up the IOU and blow dry it, then carefully folded it and put it away.

"Thank you!" Meng Yun, who had escaped from death, bowed to Chen Xu, leaned on the chair and gasped. He completely forgot the humiliating contract he had signed just now.

"Chen Lidian, is this matter aside?" Fang Kuan also stood up, feeling a stone in his heart falling to the ground.

"I'm not busy, please help me write another testimony?" Chen Xu said with a sarcastic smile.

"Ah? Still writing?" Meng Yun was instantly as if he had fallen into an ice cellar again, and his body was covered in cold sweat and cold bone marrow.

"Don't be afraid, it's just to prove the testimony of Ma Teng's killing Niu Xiaosi!" Chen Xu smiled and comforted.

"Ma Teng... Didn't Ma Teng be killed by you?" Meng Yun's face was so blue that he was confused.

"Haha, even more testimony is needed when you die. Otherwise, I would not be able to resist the county magistrate Ma Boyuan was angry, but Mr. Meng is quite faced. With your testimony, he will definitely not dare to act rashly!" Chen Xu explained.

"Okay, I'll write it!" Meng Yun compromised step by step, just like being a traitor, knowing that he had embarked on a road of no return. If he could not complete Chen Xu's task, he might have written an IOU, but the method of making paper was still in vain, and in the end he owed 500,000 yuan.

Soon, Meng Yun's testimony was completed in one go, and the writing was written in detail and passionately, as if he had seen Ma Teng use his long sword to force Niu Xiaosi to make paper. He was so angry that he killed Niu Xiaosi without getting it.

"Okay, Mr. Meng is really happy. I'll give up this matter. Follow me to the papermaking workshop to watch the papermaking process!" Chen Xu happily dredged Meng Yun's testimony and put it away.

Outside the gate of the health center, a group of people were anxious and nervous. Only Yu Wuya held the iron sword and leaned against a big tree. The old god was there, and he pinched two fried soybeans from his pocket from time to time and threw them into his mouth and chewed them.

"How about benefactor?" Seeing the three of them coming out, Yu Wuya jumped in front of Chen Xu in one step, and his mood was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface.

Chen Xu nodded and pointed at Ma Teng who was lying on the ground and said, "Go and get a basin of cold water and wake him up!"

"Okay!" A hunter turned to the kitchen and quickly brought a basin of water on Ma Teng's face.

"He...he's not...non dead?" Meng Yun was stunned.

"Haha, this is a plan of bitter flesh!"

"Oh~" Meng Yun sighed after a long time of silence, knowing that he had completely fallen into Chen Xu's words this time, but it was too late to regret it at this time

"Cough cough~" Half a minute later, Ma Teng finally woke up with dizziness, staring at the people around him without any focus, and after a while, he got up tremblingly.

"Ma Teng, what do you think this is?" Chen Xu's hand shook, and the testimony that Meng Yun had just written appeared in front of Ma Teng.

"You...you...you framed me?" Ma Teng finished reading quickly, then stared at Meng Yun with a pale face.

"Hmph, if you hadn't bewitched me and forced to go to the paper factory, how could you have such a twists and turns?" Meng Yun also regretted at this time, and he had no good feelings for Ma Teng anymore, and he even wanted to rush forward and strangle him to death.

Ma Teng looked at Meng Yun's cold face and knew that the situation was hopeless. He immediately sat on the ground like a eggplant caused by frost.

As long as this handle is held in Chen Xu's hands, he will never want to jump out of Chen Xu's palm in his life. With Meng Yun's status and family power, even if the testimony is fake, it is true, and no one will doubt it.

In order to extricate his anger last time, he fell into Chen Xu's hands twice. Ma Teng felt as if he was so sad that he could no longer hate Chen Xu. Instead, he only had a deep sense of frustration and fear.

...

"Master Jiang, this is Chen Xu's way of dealing with it!" Fang Kuan, the county magistrate who returned to Jiangbeiting in Zhi County, carefully told what he saw and heard in Qinghe Town.

"Five hundred thousand yuan!" Jiang Beiting shook his hand, pulled off several of his beards again, and then his face twitched violently and squeezed out a few words in his mouth.
To be continued...