Wenyi said cheerfully: "I'm home now. Let's do whatever we have to do. I'll tell you the story I want to hear tomorrow."

Grandpa Wang, how much of this story do you remember?"

Kuaizui Wang said with a smile: "Brother Wen, the old man has basically remembered everything."

Wenyi was a little surprised that his memory was so strong, so he said: "In that case, I would like Grandpa Wang to tell Uncle Qin and his friends again tonight. It will be an after-dinner entertainment and let's see Grandpa Wang's skills."

Kuai Zui Wang nodded in agreement.

I have to say that although Mr. Wang is old, his memory is really amazing. He can remember everything word for word after listening to it once.

I am also happy for literature and art. In this world where 90% of people are illiterate, having people like Mr. Wang makes it much easier.

Therefore, Wenyi taught five chapters of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" to Old Man Wang every morning, and Old Man Wang went to the military camp to tell the story to the sergeants in the afternoon. He could not only familiarize himself with the new jokes, but also bring joy to the sergeants.

A few days ago, Li Shimin sent another thousand sergeants to protect the paper mill. When Chang Sun Wuji said that Li Shimin had donated "Thousands of Gold Prescriptions", Li Yuan was very happy and ordered Li Shimin to be fully responsible for the promotion of "Thousands of Gold Prescriptions". However, he learned that Li Shimin

The major sects who were able to produce cheap paper in large quantities were strongly opposed to this matter, mainly because they were afraid that the emergence of large amounts of paper would break their sect's monopoly on knowledge and weaken their sect's power to control government affairs.

It is very likely that someone will be sent to destroy it.

So Changsun Wuji came here to protect the paper mill and printing factory.

Wenyi then suggested moving the printing factory to Chang'an and leaving the paper factory here to facilitate the use of local materials.

Changsun Wuji also thought it was feasible and began to arrange the matter.

Three days later, Magistrate Cui and a middle-aged man in fine clothes came to apologize to Shu'er with several large carts of gifts.

While Changsun Wuji was still there, Wenyi pulled him out to show off.

The man's name was Cui Zhongting, a foreign minister who was acquainted with Changsun Wuji.

After the ceremony in the courtyard, everyone took their seats.

Cui Zhongting said: "Today is because my Cui Deyou Wuwu offended the eldest lady a few days ago, and I have come to apologize. My younger brother Wuwu, I hope to see Sun Xiandi and Wen Xiaolangjun Haihan."

Changsun spoke seriously for a while, condemned Magistrate Cui's behavior, and accepted the Cui family's apology.

The two sides chatted smoothly, and after a while, Cui Zhongting was ready to stand up and leave.

Wenyi sent them outside the courtyard, looked around, pulled Cui Zhongting aside and said, "Uncle Cui, although this matter is a misunderstanding, it also exposed some problems. If not handled properly, it will be very harmful to your family's thousand-year reputation."

influential."

Cui Zhongting asked: "Brother Wen, how do you say this?"

Wenyi said: "Uncle Cui, think about it, why did this happen?

It was because that member Zhang was full of evil and tyrannizing the countryside. However, as far as I know, this did not happen when Magistrate Wang was still there. It was not until Magistrate Cui took office that such a situation occurred. After this matter was spread, what would outsiders think?

?

They will think that it is your wealthy family who are using their power to bully others and bring trouble to the countryside, and they will spend all their food and wine bags.

I don't want to discredit the Cui family, so I asked him to find you, and I don't want to make this matter a big deal.

However, Uncle Cui, we will not make this matter public, but we must strictly investigate it internally, otherwise there will be more people like Magistrate Cui in the future, which will be a humiliation to your Cui family!"

Cui Zhongting thought for a while and said, "I wonder if Brother Wen has any suggestions?"

Wen Yi said: "I think you should set this incident as an example, so that the family members outside can take a warning and not dare to discredit the family again. How to do this? Your family must have family rules, so I won't say anything.

But Zhang Yuanwai should deal with him in accordance with the law and not be lenient."

Cui Zhongting heard that Wenyi just wanted to get rid of Zhang Yuanwai and wanted to do something to the Cui family, so he smiled and said: "Of course it is, thank you little brother Wen for your suggestion.

Cui will definitely punish this matter severely and ensure that similar things will not happen again.

Farewell!"

Wen Yi smiled and saluted Cui Zhongting away, and Shi Shiran returned home.

Literary Storytelling in the morning, discussing medical skills with Sun Simiao in the afternoon, and walking around with Shuer from time to time, life was enjoyable.

Soon it is the autumn harvest season, and everyone is busy with farm work.

There was no idle time for literature and art. The fifty servants and bodyguards in the house each carried a sack and went down to pick cotton.

Shuer also joined in happily, making her head full of cotton wool.

Several people picked ten acres of cotton for several days before they were all picked. Under Uncle Shuanzi's careful management, one acre of land produced an output of three stones. Although it was not even the minimum standard in later generations, in the future,

This place is already considered highly productive.

In the Tang Dynasty, one stone weighed about fifty-three kilograms, and the yield per mu was about three hundred and twenty kilograms. The yield from ten acres was enough to make a quilt for every household in the village.

Wenyi was so happy that he asked Mr. Fang to gather the whole village after the busy farm work to learn how to play cotton and make quilts.

There is no place for literature and art. He Shuer, Qin Wu and others started to try to play cotton after picking cotton.

When the yard was filled with cotton that was as white and soft as white clouds, Shu'er threw herself into the pile of cotton in a very shameless manner. Soon the cotton was flying all over the sky. Wenyi wanted to cry, but couldn't hit or scold her, so she had to wipe away her tears.

Let Qin Wu and the others be optimistic about Cotton and Little Devil, and they will be melancholy alone in the bedroom.

This time Wen Yi used silk as a quilt cover and sewed himself a large quilt weighing ten pounds, a mattress thick enough to be used as a mattress for Simmons, and stuffed a pillow.

Now the house is truly complete.

Shu'er's eyes were so hot that the little man had to sew it himself. As a result, his hand was pricked several times, which made her burst into tears. In the end, she had to leave this task to Milk Tea.

Wenyi asked Milk Tea to make a few more good quilts and cotton-padded jackets for the bed, and planned to give them to Li Shimin in Shuer's name. It could also indirectly remind him that you have a niece who has been with me for a long time, so hurry up and take it! Wenyi and Mr. Fang

He explained that cotton was grown by Uncle Shuanzi, and he was just using the light to figure out the technology of popping cotton.

Now that there is too much cotton, the family cannot use it up, so they plan to teach the villagers how to use cotton to make clothes and quilts for winter.

Mr. Fang was very fond of the cotton-padded jackets and quilts he made. Without saying a word, all the women from every household in the village gathered in the small literary courtyard.

The women learned very quickly and were able to do it well in one day. Wenyi distributed the cotton to them evenly per head and declared that it was given to everyone by Uncle Shuanzi.

He also told each family that he would teach them how to grow cotton next spring. This time he had enough cotton seeds to plant cotton in the whole village.

In line with the principle that the exclusive secret recipe should not be shared, Mr. Fang also wanted to ask the villagers not to tell people in other villages, but Wen Yi stopped him. Wen Yi said: "Third Master, the people in our village and outside the village are all poor people. Now we have

Don't just keep good things for yourself, but also let other villagers know about it, so that everyone will not get cold in the winter. This is a good deed that benefits all people, and you can't be too old-fashioned."

Mr. Fang had no idea. Under the firm opposition of Wenyi, he promised other villages to learn and teach him, and also gave cotton seeds as a gift.

This time, literature and art did not hand over cotton to the government for promotion. This would only benefit the fat-headed nobles first, while the people who really needed cotton would not get the benefits.

So this time we decided to let cotton spread by itself. I believe that when everyone sees the benefits of cotton in the coming year, more people will grow it.

After all, each family only needs to grow a little cotton, which is enough for the whole family.

Shu'er cried and sat on the carriage, turning her head from time to time to look at the artist standing at the end of the village waving goodbye, crying like pear blossoms with rain, which made people feel pity.

But it is a great joy for literature and art. By sending cotton-padded clothes and quilts to Li Shimin, this little devil was finally sent away, which annoyed me to death.

After the carriage disappeared, he skipped home contentedly.

Literature and Art haven't been to "Hope" for a long time, and the fifty guards have been living and eating at home.

Once Shuer left, he could devote himself to work and be happy just thinking about it.

With excitement, he gave the order and led fifty men into the mountain.

How did fifty ancient feudal people see the technology in "Hope"?

Everyone was amazed.

Wenyi smiled and said: "Welcome to 'Hope', everyone. This is my studio, and it is also my most important secret. Everything in it does not need to be leaked to His Highness the King of Qin, not even your bedfellows."

Need to be leaked.

Everything here is epoch-making stuff. You must seize the time to learn how to use and make various instruments.

Now I start to assign tasks, and this time I must complete the development of off-road vehicles."

The fifty people were then divided into five groups, one group of ten. Every day one group took turns being responsible for guarding and providing food. The rest were also arranged to refine oil, refine iron, and wield sledgehammers.

From today onwards, all the fifty fighting men in the Prince of Qin's palace will be transformed into scientific researchers. You can imagine how difficult it will be.

Wen Yi started teaching them bit by bit how to read and read pictures, and it took them three days to barely understand the drawings.

Six people with strong receptive abilities were selected from among them as deputy assistants in literature and art, and they were given code names again: Wen 1 to Wen 6, which were simple and crude, easy to remember.

Welding machines cannot be made yet, and literature and art can only use bolts instead.

After a month of busy work, a super large off-road vehicle with a width of three meters, a length of six meters and a height of two meters was officially completed.

The frame made of pure steel is heavy and strong.

Covered with the newly developed iron sheet and painted black, the two tungsten headlights on the front of the car look bold and wild.

The windshield is three centimeters thick, enough to withstand all current cold weapons.

The newly equipped 6-cylinder air-cooled engine is powerful, and the wheels are made of cast iron and covered with thick hollow rubber.

Fifty men were all moved to tears looking at their creations. This car can only be described as "crazy, cool and stunning".

Wenyi sat in the driver's seat and asked Wen Yi, Wen Er, Wen San, and Wen Si to come up and prepare for a passionate test drive.

Start the car, the engine roars like a roar, and the powerful pushing feeling makes literature and art feel like they have returned to the future.

Wen 1 and 2 were holding on to the armrests tightly, clenching their teeth, showing their fear of riding in a car for the first time.

After leaving the mountain, Wenyi did not dare to drive towards the village. He turned the steering wheel slightly and drove towards the deserted place.

Rolling down the window, feeling the speed and passion, Wen Yi was finally satisfied. He laughed, laughed, and laughed wildly, not caring about Wen Yi and the others' feelings. He increased the accelerator to the maximum. Only faster speeds could release the suppressed feelings of Wen Yi for two years.

Inner sadness.

Who can feel the hardship and discomfort he has experienced in the past two years?

If you want to eat fish, you have to catch it yourself, if you want to cover yourself with quilt, you have to grow your own cotton, and if you want to cook, you have to make the pot together. Everything has to be made out of thin air by the hands of literature and art.

Only literature and art can appreciate the taste.

Just like Wenyi and others, they think literature and art are land gods who can even build their own running cars. How can they understand that literature and art just want to experience the life they should have.

But everything is worth it. If cars can be built, computers will also appear, and it won't be too late for mechas.
Chapter completed!