Within Zhan Tai Palace!
"If a craftsman wishes to do his work well, he must first sharpen his tools."
"Now the Qin Army's weapons are already the finest under heaven."
"This 'artifact of livelihood' you speak of, what exactly is it?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.
On the court.
Ying Zheng naturally gave his full support to Zhao Feng's national policies.
But as for this artifact of livelihood, which Zhao Feng valued so highly, Ying Zheng truly didn't quite understand.
"Father."
"Look at this."
Zhao Feng smiled.
Several sheets of white paper suddenly appeared in his hand.
"This… what is this?"
Seeing the white paper in Zhao Feng's hand, Ying Zheng immediately took it, his face full of astonishment.
"This is paper."
"It can replace bamboo slips for memorials." Zhao Feng smiled.
"How is this made?" Ying Zheng asked in delight.
He naturally understood what immense significance this white paper held for Qin.
