Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 595 Fairy Lake (3)

Although she can fly, it must be so tiring for her to fly by herself.

The White Egret Fairy glanced at Wangyou, then silently transformed into her true form.

"Xiao Qi, do you want to go take a look together?"

"Yeah!"

So the two little girls sat on the egret and looked around Fairy Lake. It was indeed very beautiful and suitable for a recluse to live in. No wonder Fei Le wanted to build his home nearby.

Wangyou decided to go back and start making paper, so that he could go to the capital to see General Wei, who had defeated the Xiongnu, and ask the emperor for more gold. Then his family wouldn't have to sell rice noodles anymore and could build a house nearby, which would surely be very nice.

The ability to turn stone into gold is not something that forgets worries, but it's not a good thing for people.

Wangyou started getting busy, so busy that she couldn't keep an eye on Xiaoqi anymore.

Wangyou, through careful selection, decided to make bamboo paper and straw paper.

If you follow the proper steps, it will naturally take a long time, at least a year, but if you cheat with magic, you don't have that problem.

Then, the Chen couple saw their eldest daughter leaving early and returning late every day. After a few days, she actually showed them some clean and soft paper.

Although Chen Fugui was only good at accounting, after Wangyou explained the uses of paper and he learned about the cost of papermaking, he immediately understood how important it was.

It's so important that ordinary people like them have no use for it, at most they use it as toilet paper. But if paper becomes more widely available, it won't be so difficult for his daughter to read books in the future.

"Father, Mother, let's go to Chang'an. Let's hand over this paper, and I'd like to see General Wei, who has repelled the Xiongnu several times."

"Let's leave it to Lord Qi Diaolie. He'll handle it. Chang'an is too far away," Madam Chen said gently.

“It’s not far, I can fly there.” Wangyou felt it was time to tell her parents, after all, there seemed to be a fairy who could turn stones into gold many years ago, so they should be quite receptive.

When did you learn to fly?

"It always will be."

Then, Wangyou showed it to the Chen couple, which terrified them. Seeing a fairy was one thing, but their own daughter becoming a fairy was another.

"When did you learn all this?" the couple asked quickly after calming down.

"Parents, just consider me as someone who was born with knowledge." She couldn't very well say that she came from a space, much less mention an old man or anything like that.

"Do whatever you want. If you get tired, come home. Your father and mother will always be waiting for you at home." After a while, Chen Fugui smiled and said.

"Thank you, Father and Mother." Wangyou hadn't expected them to be more accepting than she had thought, but that was good too, as it made things much easier for her.

After settling things off with her parents, Wangyou was free to get started. She packed a few things and headed to Chang'an.

To save trouble, Wangyou flew directly to the palace and met the still relatively young Emperor Wu of Han.

Who are you?

Who I am is not important; what's important is that I have something good to give you.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Paper." Wangyou took out the bamboo paper she had made. "May I borrow your brush and ink?"

Wangyou took the pen and wrote a line on the paper. The characters were smooth and there was no bleeding.

"Good word!"

"Your Majesty, is your focus misplaced? I showed you the paper, not my handwriting."

"This is paper. May I try it?"

"of course can."

Liu Che then picked up a pen and wrote a few words as well. Watching others write was one thing, but writing it himself made him feel even more deeply.

"May I ask, young lady, how is this paper made? What is its cost?"

"The cost is certainly not high. With your mountain of bamboo slips, you can make a lot of paper. However, I certainly can't tell you directly how to make it."

What do you want?

"The Han Dynasty has been at war with the Xiongnu for years, so the national treasury must not be very rich. I'll ask for a thousand taels of gold, and I'll also give you a great way to deal with the Xiongnu," Wangyou said with a grin.

"Knowing that my national treasury is not abundant, you still want a thousand taels of gold."

“You can definitely come up with a thousand taels. I’m only being lenient with you because you’re a wise ruler. Otherwise, if you were a foolish ruler, your head would be nowhere to be found by now.” Wangyou’s words were anything but polite.

"Don't try to fool me. You gods can't kill mortals, let alone me, the emperor of the mortal world."

"You're talking about other gods. I'm different. If you were a human king, I might be a little more roundabout in order to avoid getting me involved in karma. But a human emperor is someone I can kill directly if I want to."

For some reason, Liu Che felt that what the little girl said was true, but why did the third brother say that they could not kill mortals?

"Then I must thank myself for being a wise ruler. I agree to your conditions. I'll send someone to fetch the gold right away." Liu Che stopped wasting words and quickly had several boxes brought over.

Wangyou opened it and took a look, but didn't see any special markings. She then waved her hand and put it into her space.

“The Xiongnu were a nomadic people who were skilled at raising horses, cattle, and sheep. Let me show you this,” Wangyou said, casually taking out a sweater.

"What are these clothes made of?"

"It's made of wool yarn, which is very warm, and the material isn't hard to obtain. The Xiongnu royal family liked to fight over it, but that doesn't mean the lower-level herders were willing to do the same!"

Do you have a recipe?

“Yes, I’ll write it down for you.” Wangyou didn’t put on airs and immediately picked up her pen to write.

"You don't want any benefits."

"If this kind of clothing could be widely used in the military, it would be a great deed. I admire soldiers who defend our country, so I won't charge you," Wangyou said as she wrote. "However, may I meet your General Wei?"

"Is Wei Qing a very famous person?"

"Of course, I admire generals who can fight, especially those who can win battles." Wangyou smiled; her admiration for soldiers was no joke.

"It's written, take a look!"

"What does this crochet mean?"

"Why don't you find a few skillful women and I'll teach them? After I teach them, I'll have to go home, and my parents will definitely worry if I get back late."

"You are a citizen of the Han Dynasty."

"Yes, my parents are, and I should be too."

How old are you this year?

"She'll be eight years old in a few months."

Liu Che's eyes began to light up as he looked at Wangyou. Eight years old—the pressure on him was many times greater than that of the third son. Even cultivation in the womb couldn't be this fast.

"Do you think I can cultivate?"

"No, don't think too much about it. If you want to live to be a hundred, drink less of this nonsense jade tea. Which idiot told you this stuff can prolong your life?" Wangyou said, giving Liu Che a disdainful look.

Liu Che held his teacup, unsure whether he should continue drinking it.