Transcendent Dawn

early morning.

The sun was shining down on the street warmly.

Sulu paced slowly on the road and saw a young couple walking towards them.

"Good day, Mr Turing!"

When they saw Sulu, they greeted Sulu first.

"Congratulations, Herac, is your wife about to give birth?"

Sulu responded with a smile, and the two sides staggered past.

After taking a walk every morning, when he returned to the mansion, the female slave Martha brought today's food immediately.

The staple food is a kind of wheat bread, with olive oil and wine, and a small dish of refined salt-at this time, this is the food of the upper class.

Sulu ate two mouthfuls indifferently, and ordered: "Let Biddy and Hamilton come over."

Hamilton was another male slave he bought, who could read and count, and the price was very high.

And Bidi has followed him since he saw Sulu's big hand.

Not long after Martha went down, Biddy came over with Hamilton: "Good day, sir!"

"Well, let's go and see my workshop..."

Sulu wiped his mouth, stood up, and led the two to a paper-making workshop in the city.

As soon as I entered, I saw several pools, in which a large number of rags and plant skins were soaked.

"The merchants outside the city are very happy that we buy limestone and are willing to supply it in large quantities."

Biddy reported from the side.

When Sulu entered the workshop, he saw that a large number of initially separated fibers were beaten into pulp, filtered, fished out, dried or dried, and turned into sheets of white paper with various colors.

He picked up one at random, and found that because of the simple process, the paper surface was relatively rough, and it could not reach the level of 'white as snow', but it was not a problem to use it for writing.

"Where is the market?"

Sulu asked.

"According to the master's instructions, the price of ten iron shells is lower than cloth and animal skins, and more convenient than clay tablets. Someone has already purchased a batch, and the response is very good..."

Hamilton replied.

"Well... continue..."

Sulu waved his hand.

His external identity is Turing, a scholar-type businessman.

Now that you are ready to play this role well, you naturally need to do something.

Moreover, the use of papermaking technology is also for the better development of civilization.

Paper is the best carrier of knowledge, at least until more advanced storage media are developed.

As for secrecy and profit, to be honest, Sulu didn't care at all.

After inspecting the workshop and answering a few questions from Biddy and Hamilton, Sulu returned to his house.

On the side, is the Herac family.

Herac is a warrior of the city-state. In the past, he had to go out with the city lord to kill the giant beasts in the wilderness.

Fighting hordes of wildlings is dangerous, but rewarding.

Moreover, when there is no war, it is very leisurely.

In Sulu's view, it is somewhat similar to the citizen class in ancient Athens.

In addition to this one who is pregnant, he and his wife have two daughters, both of whom are only thirteen or fourteen years old, but they can already help with some housework.

At this time, with the gradual reduction of surrounding dangers, the city-state soldier class has little access to war, has no chance to make a fortune, and the birth of the third child makes the life of the Herac family increasingly impoverished-of course, all of this It was Sulu's observation.

this night.

The ear-piercing woman's scream suddenly pierced the tranquility of the night.

"It's Herak...his child is about to be born."

Sulu got up, opened the window, and looked at Herac's house.

The head of the family was wandering restlessly outside the house, the daughters were so flustered that they could only cry, and only one old nun was busy inside.

"Survival and reproduction, the two major desires of living things..."

Su Lu watched this scene quietly, sighing secretly.

In his sight, the moon in the sky suddenly glowed.

In the hazy mist, traces of brilliance gathered towards the nearby hut.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, there is still no vision.

"What is the reincarnation of a god and man, the reincarnation of a powerful person... I, the creator, do not speak, or... Without this setting, there is no such thing as a vision..."

Sulu's fingers moved.

Outside the world, an illusory meteor emerged, landed straight down, and smashed into the next hut.

This is a 'vision' that only he can see.

next moment.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

There was a loud cry of a baby.

Sulu saw Mammy push open the door and hand over a baby whose umbilical cord had just been cut to Herac.

Herac's eyes were red, and he held the baby high above his head, his voice was choked but loud: "In the name of Morici's Herac...he is my son, and his name is Jupiter!"

"Jupiter... welcome to this world! My world!"

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Sulu's face.

The next day he had Martha send a lamb to go next door as a gift for the newborn.

This is a great gift for any family.

Therefore, Herac came directly to thank him.

"Turing, thank you very much... If Spann hadn't just given birth, she and the child would have come in person."

Herac said sincerely.

"It always makes me happy to see a new life... Maybe it means that my business is also a good sign..." Su Lu replied with a smile.

"Thank you so much..."

Herak is a rough man who can only repeat himself.

At this time, he turned his eyes and saw Sulu's study, with a surprised expression on his face: "This is..."

Sulu came out from a single room on the second floor, and there were wooden shelves inside, with various books on it.

A large number of clay tablets are piled up on the bottom layer, like thick bricks, and on the upper layer are stacks of animal skin paper, and some books have fluffy animal hair on the surface of the cover.

In addition, there are several artworks of different styles hanging on the corners and walls.

Herak was stunned.

"I am a scholar, and I usually like to read and collect books...Business is just my hobby and sideline..."

Sulu smiled and said: "This is my collection, from the history books of the establishment of the Hormon Kingdom, to the geography of the Northern Beastman Kingdom, their characters, and the documents of the Sea Clan that existed in ancient textual research...even, more The great races of the past, their art is very good..."

Herac couldn't speak anymore, and with his superficial knowledge, he didn't know what happened before the Kingdom of Hormon at all.

He just knew that with these books alone, Turing was a very great scholar.

After taking his leave, he returned to his home and kissed Jupiter in the cradle.

"Father of the child, have you thanked Turing?"

asked the wife lying on the bed.

"Well, and... I have an idea."

Herac suddenly said: "There are fewer and fewer wars outside the city-state. I want Jupiter to learn writing and knowledge. He needs a good teacher..."