Aztec Eternals

Walking out of the side hall, Shulot summoned the warrior commander and gave some instructions in a low voice. Berthard nodded cautiously. He left behind two loyal guard warriors and instructed them carefully in case of emergency. The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and went to the paper making place next to him.

There are several houses arranged in a circle in the papermaking area. In the middle of the house is an open square. It turned out that this place should be a small garden, and there are still traces of flowers and leaves.

At this time, the flowers in the garden have been removed, and various paper-making raw materials are soaked in the pond in the corner, and some workers are turning them over for inspection. Crushed paper pulp is distributed in the papermaking tank, and some workers are carefully making paper evenly. The surrounding walls are covered with dried yellow-gray paper, and the ground is spread with a lot of light yellow pulp that has been exposed to the sun. As for the houses of different sizes, the doors of the big ones are open, while the doors of the small ones are closed, occasionally with locks.

Shulot stopped for a moment. He looked at the sky, the sun was shining just right. Then he looked down at the pulp on the ground. Under the sun's exposure, the pulp has turned a pale white.

Looking at everything in front of him, the young man fell silent. Alarmed by the warriors accompanying His Highness, the middle-aged person in charge of the papermaking department hurried over. As he walked, he waved his hands left and right, and the craftsmen around him knelt obediently and saluted His Highness at the same time.

The alliance's real large-scale papermaking workshop is in the crafting center in the north, which is just a small papermaking place. The Shenqi Institute was newly built, and according to His Highness's arrangement, a paper-making team was also established. The team leader was sent by the paper workshop, named Trazoka, who seemed to be of noble blood.

Trazzoca knelt down on one knee and performed a noble courtesy. Afterwards, he raised his head carefully, and saw His Highness's expression was calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger. He had something on his mind, so he lowered his head again, apprehensive.

"Trazocca, how is your papermaking department going?"

Shulot smiled slightly and asked.

"Your Highness, we have recently made a new breakthrough!"

Terrazzoka beamed. He pointed to the pulp under the sun, and said with a smile.

"According to His Highness's instructions, as long as the paper pulp is exposed to the sun on the ground, it will gradually turn white. The same is true for the paper made!"

Later, Trazzoca pointed to the sink not far away.

"Your Highness, we also discovered that as long as we add the sticky juice of cactus to the pulp liquid in the sink, the paper made will become even and smooth. It's really a gift from the patron saint!"

Hearing this, Xiulot was slightly puzzled. He's less sure about the role of cactus slime in papermaking. However, since the facts have proved effective, it will be implemented in accordance with practical experience.

In fact, this is the secret of ancient papermaking, paper medicine. Paper medicines are obtained from the leaf and root sap of many plants, such as elm bark, hollyhock, cactus, wild grape, kiwi vine, and sand pine roots. Different paper medicines will have different effects.

But in general, there are two most important functions of paper medicine: first, it makes the paper surface smooth and smooth. Paper medicine can be combined with paper to evenly suspend the plant fibers in the pulp. This treatment can improve the surface suction of the finished paper, and it is replaced by better pressing and gluing technology in modern papermaking technology. Second, prevent wet paper from sticking. This is used in large scale papermaking. When thousands of wet papers are superimposed, only after adding paper medicine will they not stick together.

In this era, good paper must have good paper medicine. After it is made, it will have a soft touch, bright ink color, and will not turn gray like rough paper.

Shulot recalled the blank paper he had seen at the engraving. He nodded slightly, expressing his approval to the person in charge. Then, he continued to wait for a long while, but Trazoka said nothing.

The boy looked at the kneeling Trazzoca again, who also looked at him expectantly.

"Your Highness, I wonder if you are satisfied? Your previous promise"

Shulot frowned slightly. He asked in a deep voice.

"Trazocca, I heard that you recently produced a batch of blank paper?"

The face of the middle-aged person in charge changed slightly. He hastily lowered his head and replied respectfully.

"Your Highness, it's true. The white paper is in the west room. It's just that this batch of white paper was made by accident. We tried to repeat it again, but we couldn't grasp the trick for a while. After a few days, we will be able to succeed if we think about it. Good news, Your Highness!"

Shulot thought for a moment. He thought of the pungent smell on the white paper, and then thought of Equila's words, feeling suspicious in his heart. When he spoke again, he already had a bit of sternness.

"Trazocca! How did you make that batch of white paper? Didn't you record it? Which craftsmen participated in the production? Call them all!"

Trazzoca instantly felt sweat on his forehead. He tried to remain calm, said the names of several craftsmen, and then called them over.

Shulot ignored it. He directly reached out and pointed at the two craftsmen kneeling by the sink.

"You, you, come here!"

The craftsmen looked at each other and hurriedly got up and rushed over. Then they glanced at the person in charge who was kneeling on the ground, and knelt down again.

"How was the latest batch of white paper made?!" Xiulot asked seriously.

The craftsmen lowered their heads and hesitated, all looking at the middle-aged person in charge on the ground. Seeing this obvious scene, Trazocca collapsed to the ground in despair.

Hulot's heart was filled with anger. He looked at the surrounding guards, and immediately a warrior pinned Trazzoca to the ground. Another two elite warriors took off the batons behind them and walked to the craftsmen.

The craftsmen immediately prostrated themselves on the ground in horror, and spoke one by one in panic.

"Your Majesty, yesterday afternoon, Sipac took out a batch of very white paper and wanted to present it to you. But you didn't come over."

"Master Trazzoca saw it, and went over to chat with him, and then the two argued about something. Sipac left the blank paper and ran away, and Trazzocca took the batch of blank paper away and talked about it." Research"

"Sipak? Where is he?!" Shulot asked again.

The craftsmen hesitated for a moment. They glanced at the samurai beside them, and at the person in charge who was limp on the ground, one of them pointed to the east, and the other spoke in a low voice.

"Sipak came early in the morning, and was locked in the east hut by Lord Trazzoca."

Shulot waved his hand, and several warriors went together to break open the hut in the east corner. Not long after, they slipped out a young craftsman whose hands and feet were tied with hemp rope and whose mouth was stuffed with rough paper. The craftsman's eyes are agile, and his facial features are also pleasing to the eye.

The boy looked at the warrior commander. Berthard nodded, took out the copper axe, and under the terrified eyes of the young craftsman, accurately split the sisal rope between his hands and feet, and took off the rough yellow paper in the craftsman's mouth.

The siblings regained their freedom, and Seepark's whole body became loose and limp. He rested on the ground for a while, staring at Trazoka who was also limp on the ground. Then, the young craftsman took a peek at the shape of the clothes on Shulot, and immediately fell to the ground respectfully.

"You are Xi Parke?" His Highness's voice was cold and majestic.

"Your Highness, I am Hippac of Tenochtitlan, Queen of Priestesses."

The young craftsman answered seriously.

After the priest, Xiulot, who was reduced to a craftsman, pondered slightly and continued to ask questions.

"Sipark, did you send the white paper at the engraving place?"

Hearing this, Terazoca's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked fiercely at Hippak, who was trembling slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness. I heard that you will come to inspect today. I came here early in the morning and handed over another batch of papers that I had saved in advance to Uncle Equila. He said that the quality of this batch of white papers was excellent, and he promised that I would let you You see, Your Highness."

Hearing this, Shulot stared. He recalled Equila's ordinary face and those quiet and steady eyes.

"How was that batch of white paper made?" Xiulot asked the most concerned points.

"Use the steam generated by the burning of the Stone of the Dead to fumigate. It will be white in a while." Sipac didn't hesitate, and directly told the biggest secret. Being pressed to the ground at this time, Trazoka finally heard the result of yesterday's forced questioning, but his face was pale.

The boy closed his eyes and meditated, the sulfur was burned to form sulfur dioxide. Sulfur dioxide is used for bleaching and combines with colored substances to form unstable colorless substances, so it is!

Wanting to understand this, Xiuluo nodded. Immediately, he looked at Sipark again.

"Yesterday and today, what happened between you and Trazocca?"

Sipac gritted his teeth. He clenched his fists and answered loudly angrily.

"Your Highness, you have promised a great reward for the improvement of the paper. Everyone took a deep breath and studied hard. I was the first to find out a way to add cactus juice to the pulp, and Trazoka took it away. Then I I found a way to bleach the paper again, and this time I hid it. I just took out the white paper yesterday, and I’m going to report it to you when you inspect it.”

"As a result, I was targeted by Trazoka again. After you left yesterday, he asked me again. This time, I just said that I found it by chance, and then I dropped the paper and ran away quickly."

"Early this morning, I first covered my body, entered the Divine Enlightenment Office through the side door, and handed another batch of white paper to Uncle Equila. Then, as soon as I arrived at the paper-making office, I was greeted by special staff who had prepared for it. Razorka took several craftsmen to catch me, locked me in the house until you released me, and Razorka wants to take the reward you promised alone!"

Hearing this, Trazocca became more and more frightened. He writhed on the ground, screaming loudly.

"Your Highness, that's not the case! I disclosed these methods to the craftsmen in the end. I didn't hinder the great cause of the alliance, and I didn't affect the production of paper! As the person in charge, I also have credit for these improvements, I just should get more Reward."

All the clues are clear, the remaining details are irrelevant.

Shulot closed his eyes, and the anger burned in his heart: the scientific research system that he had placed high hopes on had not been established for a long time, but it was infiltrated by the bureaucratic style of the nobles in a blink of an eye, so that the developers were exploited and were unwilling to disclose the results of the scientific research , the progress of technology is hindered! This is an unforgivable crime!

A moment later, when Shulot opened his eyes again, his eyes were already full of murderous intent.

"Bertard!"

The warrior commander bowed and waited for orders, his expression calm.

"Trazocca destroys the divine revelation, the crime is unforgivable, and he will be killed immediately!"

Shulot said in a deep voice, no disobedience is allowed.

Bertard took out the copper ax from his waist without hesitation. He took two steps and walked in front of Trazzoca.

Seeing the approaching warrior's copper axe, Trazocca shouted in despair and fear, his voice had already changed its tone.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! I am a hereditary noble! I am willing to resign and leave! Forgive me." Then the words stopped abruptly.

The warrior commander stretched out his thick left hand, and forcefully grabbed Trazocca's throat, like a turkey. Then, he made a little gesture on the neck of the person in charge, and found the best soft landing point. Then, he turned sideways to avoid the blood that was about to be sprayed. In the end, he steadily raised the copper ax in his right hand, and then dropped it suddenly until it hit the soil.

Bright red shot, accompanied by a shrill scream. Berthard raised his head in confusion, and it turned out to be Seepak who fell to the ground in fright.

The young artisan was too close just now. He watched Trazoka's end, and was sprayed in the face, and then collapsed with a scream of fright. Now, the tip of his nose and the sides of his mouth are filled with warm liquid and a strong fishy smell. And in his heart, it was full of Terazocca's last frightened and desperate eyes, as well as the sharply constricted pupils in the eyes.

The warrior commander smiled lightly. Afterwards, he grabbed the wet hair on the ground, lifted the bleeding head, as if he was carrying a freshly cut pumpkin, and walked back to the boy with a calm expression.

Shulot glanced calmly, then retracted his eyes, and his anger subsided a little.

"How many of Trazocca's accomplices are there?"

The craftsmen had already trembled, and fell limp to the ground. Hearing His Highness's terrifying inquiry, they immediately stretched out their fingers and pointed out five pale-faced craftsmen.

Bertard bowed quietly again and asked.

"Your Highness, how to deal with it?"

Seeing the indifferent expressions of the warriors and the fearful expressions of the craftsmen, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. He thought of the rules prevailing in this era, and he also remembered the oath he made yesterday to be a farmer.

After a while, he was no longer silent, and spoke calmly, only sighing in his heart.

"All the heads of the owls! The heads are hung in front of the gate of the Divine Enlightenment Institute and displayed to the public for three days!"

Hearing His Highness's strict order, five elite warriors came out immediately. They took down the copper axes in their hands, and skillfully pushed the five people to the ground. But after a while, there were five pools of blood on the ground again, and five corpses that had lost their faces. Afterwards, the warriors took the head from Bertard, carried the wooden frame and ropes, and went directly to the gate of the Divine Enlightenment.

The majesty has been established, and the rewards are naturally indispensable. Shulot pondered for a moment, then looked at Xi Parker who had collapsed on the ground.

"Sipak, get up and talk!"

Sipac wiped the blood from his face. He tried hard to get up from the ground, but he couldn't help himself. In the end, he could only kneel on the ground obliquely, with his head facing the direction of His Highness.

"Sipak, how did you discover these two improved processes for papermaking?"

The young craftsman thought for a while, then answered tremblingly.

"Your Highness, I used to be a carpenter, and I remember that cactus juice can change the surface of the wood. As for the stones of the dead, my father was a war priest. He was killed in the western expedition to Tarasco a few years ago, leaving only some stones of the dead .Later, I failed to become a priest, so I studied these fetishes for a long time.”

Shulot nodded slowly. It seems that these crafts are indeed the original of Sipac. After priests, craftsmen, inventions. It's really a perfect horse bone!

The young man pondered for a moment, recalling the previous promise of paper improvement, and his grand plan. He looked at Sipark again, showing a fateful smile.

"Sipak, you have improved the paper and proposed two crafts, and I will double the reward to you! From today on, you are the master craftsman of the paper made by Shenqi, which is equivalent to the military noble of the alliance!

The Divine Revelations belong to the High Priests. Since you are a priest and have inheritance, I will appoint you as a first-level explorer in the divine revelation, and the priesthood is equivalent to a first-level priest!

Next, you will be in charge of the papermaking department! According to the promise, I will recruit a royal warrior from your family as a follower, and reward you with a hundred bolts of cotton cloth, ten hectares of Milpa, and a box of gold and silver! "

Hearing this extraordinary promotion and generous reward, Seepark's eyes widened, his expression was sleepwalking absent minded, and then he collapsed on the ground again. He has been completely knocked down by the smile of fate, but he is still calculating in his heart.

A master craftsman is almost a title, a first-level priest is like an official position, and the head of the papermaking department is a position, plus rich land and property. Nobility, official position, position and wealth, in a moment, he has jumped from an ordinary craftsman who is bullied to the real ruling class of the alliance!

Shulot looked around at everyone's expressions. The fear on the faces of the craftsmen turned into infinite desire and expectation, and the faces of the elite warriors were also full of envy. The boy nodded silently, this is the atmosphere he wanted.

The target of such a generous reward is not Hippak alone, but a group of craftsmen and priests. First of all, he wants to stimulate the research enthusiasm of the craftsmen, so as to promote scientific and technological innovation to the greatest extent. Secondly, he wants to open up the way for craftsmen to rise, and give master craftsmen a small number of priests.

And finally, and more importantly, in the name of God's Revelation, he will take advantage of the turbulent period of the Reformation to establish a branch of artisans and scholars among the priests!

The priesthood system agreed upon by the High Priests is rough and simple, and is divided into five levels. Below the fifth level, there is a zero-level deacon, which is also the starting point for all priests. Going up, the first-level community priest is in charge of the parish, assisted by a zero-level deacon. A second-level city-state priest, controlling a large parish, assisted by several assistants of the same level. The third-level chief priest manages the parish and assists several priests of the same level.

The fourth-level chief priest, step into the priesthood at the center, and take charge of various departments. Locally, they are in charge of the local archdiocese, that is, the priests and elders of each state. Eleven states have decided on eleven chief priests, and the rest are deputies. At present, the highest five-level suzerain priest is the twelve cardinal elders in the high priest group, and the first is the high priest. The corresponding priesthood has not yet appeared locally, and will manage the province in the future.

Currently, Xiulot's priesthood is the fourth-level chief priest, who participates in the compilation of teachings and the formulation of teaching laws. In addition, the department he is in charge of in the priesthood is the Divine Inspiration Institute, which is the craftsman and scholar path of the priests, which is also his planned scientific research center.

In order to be different from other priests, he specially prepared new five-level priesthood titles for the priests of the Divine Revelation Institute: level-1 explorer, level-2 knowledgeable person, level-3 wood driller, level-4 fire passer, level-5 God inspired. The explorer takes the meaning of hummingbird flight, the knowledgeable person focuses on broad knowledge, the wood driller needs to study hard, the fire carrier passes on the sacred fire, and the divine enlightener is himself. Of course, now that his priesthood is only level four, the fire bearer will temporarily disappear.

Science and technology are the primary productive forces, and these names have placed his deep hopes: to explore the unknown, to learn a lot, and then to delve into a certain field to ignite the flames of new technologies, and then to become a developer of technology and expand the flames of civilization!

This is Xiulot's ambition and vision. Not long ago, the teenager mentioned this matter to his grandfather in detail.

The high priest nodded calmly and agreed to the establishment of the Divine Enlightenment Institute. Regarding these names, he was noncommittal and just said with a smile.

"My child, you have to remember that power always comes from the top, not the other way around."

Shulot was silent for a moment. Immediately, he retorted firmly.

"This is the case now, but it will never be the case in the future. The Divine Inspiration Institute will change our future!"

Hearing this, the high priest looked at the boy's determined expression with satisfaction, but smiled without answering.

At this time, Shulot thought of his grandfather's meaningful smile again. The young man lost his mind slightly, but then remained firm as before. He checked the papermaking process for the last time, understood all the details, and left without hesitation.

Before leaving, Bertard looked at Seepak who was in a trance, and shook his head secretly. Superbly promoted and unique, as the first craftsman scholar, his future road will never be easy.

"Of course, this world is like a jungle. Whose way is easy to walk? It's just to split the thorns, kill tigers and leopards, and follow the sun."

Thinking of this, the samurai commander smiled slightly, then turned around with big strides, and followed the direction of the sun.

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