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This number made Bai Zheng very satisfied.

”So it's like this, I have something here that I want to ask for Treasure-collecting Tower s to sell for a good price.” Bai Zheng said as she took out a piece of paper from her sleeve.

When he went out this morning, he was only going to fetch Bai Yinan, and he did not plan to come to this place at all. He did not bring everything here, but luckily he had kept the recently crafted paper on him.

The manager took the piece of paper that Bai Zheng handed over. He was confused by the item that he had never seen before: ”May I ask what treasure this young lady is?”

It was not the fault that this manager didn't know anything. After Bai Zheng woke up, she realized that the development of this world was extremely lagging behind, especially the things used for writing.

In her previous life, as a chemical prodigy, she had worked on the production of paper in the laboratory when she was still an undergraduate. Now, she was actually of use when promoting the four great inventions of China in front of her classmates abroad.

Bai Zheng did not explain and continued to speak politely: ”Can you please give me some pen and ink?”

The servant girl standing at the side, upon hearing this, did not wait for the steward's instructions. Instead, she went out to retrieve a quill and a brush, which she placed on the table. She even grinded some ink with care.

Bai Zheng picked up the pen, took back the paper in the manager's hand, and wrote the two words ”Treasure-collecting Tower” on it.

Thanks to the History department's mother who had scolded her since childhood to practice soft brushwork, and after she left the country, she would occasionally take out pen and paper to practice because she missed her hometown, which was why she was able to write so well.

The supervisor was confused. It seemed that this white piece of paper could be written with some unknown material. However, even the best silk was only worth 5 taels of silver each.

If such a thing was auctioned off, what good price could it fetch?

Bai Zheng finished writing and blew lightly on the completed word before handing it to the manager: ”Manager knows, if this small piece of paper were to be filled with words, it would only need a few dozen pages to hold the [Records of the Great Zhou].”

The supervisor took a deep breath.

”Records of the Great Zhou”, written by the sage of the previous dynasty, Xu Chao, recorded the history and characters of the various dynasties of the Great Zhou. It was an enlightening teaching material for all the scholars of the Great Zhou.

Only two ox-carts were needed to carry an ordinary bamboo scroll. This was a good book, and it took two or three hundred years of effort before it was able to spread throughout the entire Great Zhou.

Bai Zheng understood the manager's expression, and added: ”Compared to silk, the cost of this paper, even if it's a few dozen pages, is only a few coins.”

A ray of light shot out of the steward's eyes. He could vaguely guess what was going on.

”It's extremely easy for silk to seep into ink, but this piece of paper isn't. It can be made much thicker like silk …”