The cake is a very ordinary naan bread, but it is made of the new wheat that I just collected this year in the village. The cake tastes very delicious.

Master Jiang took a sip of rice porridge, "Old man, I went to ask some people, they said it was not easy to join the prince's disciple."

Seeing that Zhang Yang was still eating cakes and listening to his inattentive words, he said again: "How did you worship the King of Wei and become the prince's disciple?"

"Me?" Zhang Yang paused and thought for a while, "Maybe God is blind."

Master Jiang murmured in a low voice, "How come God is blind?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "That's what His Highness, the King of Wei, is blind."

This excuse seems to be too perfunctory. Master Jiang is a simple person and thinks that he is not right.

He is not Li Shimin or Li Xiaogong.

Master Jiang is the most simple and ordinary person in Guanzhong, and is the same as the villagers in Mount Li.

Zhang Yang changed his words and said, "I know Master Jiang may not believe it. In fact, I have the same smell as His Highness King of Wei."

Master Jiang said in surprise: "The smell is similar?"

Seeing that Master Jiang still didn't believe it, Zhang Yang sighed: "Okay, Your Highness King Wei is delicious. If I can make some delicious food, he will take me to the school."

Master Jiang nodded, "A man can't just make delicious food, let alone blacksmith. You kid are literate, so you should find an official position in His Royal Highness the King of Wei."

“Master Jiang is saying.”

Zhang Yang took out the drawing and handed it to him, "This was painted by His Highness the King of Wei, and asked the master to cast it."

Hearing this, he put down the empty bowl in his hand, wiped his hands before taking the drawing and looking carefully, "This is no different from the previous drawing."

Master Jiang looked at it carefully.

Zhang Yang explained: "The inner inner liner space is much smaller, and many of the parts have been replaced with smaller sizes, and some small parts have been added."

Pulling at his chin, Master Jiang didn't say anything for a long time, hesitating, "This thing is not easy to make, it's more refined than before. Old man, I'll try it."

Seeing Master Jiang walk to the side of the stove and start calcining the iron.

Zhang Yang sat in front of the door and continued to chew the cake. Seeing that it was Eunuch Wang who was coming, Zhang Yang hurriedly walked forward, "Old Wang, how are you thinking about it."

The prince smiled and said, "It was Your Majesty who summoned me to the county marquis. The old slave came to inform the county marquis."

"When I reach the age of retirement, will I come to Mount Li?"

"I am your majesty's servant. When I serve until I die, the county marquis should not mention this matter again."

It is the harvest season, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grain, and dozens of turbines are rotating by the Weishui River.

With green trees and flowers blooming, this kind of scenery looks very comfortable.

In addition, it can make people feel comfortable during morning court, and the hot weather at noon makes people not want to go out.

When he arrived at the emperor's residence, Li Shimin was holding a roll of paper in his hand. This was the paper produced in Mount Li. The paper was thick and there were some gullies on the pale yellow paper. This was the trace left by the paper when it was drying.

Because the pulp is unevenly removed at the beginning, it is inevitable that there will be ravines after drying, which is also inevitable.

This is a unique trace of Lishan paper.

"This story of Huan Niang is really sad." Li Shimin sighed.

My wife took the story to print, but she didn't expect it to fall into His Majesty's hands so soon, which shows how much Li Shimin monitored these factories.

He just reached into the factory and went to make it himself.

Zhang Yang said again: "Written by your idleness, your Majesty will laugh."

Li Shimin said again: "Are you heard these stories when you were a child?"

"I heard it when I was a child, but it is still unforgettable to me until now."

The emperor walked back and forth, and he thought about it again and again, "There are many strange stories in the Central Plains, and there are also many legends, among which there are many oral stories. I have heard a lot of stories since I was a child, so why haven't I heard these?"

"There is a man named Pu Songling who wrote a story in a place called Liaozhai. I have heard him tell him since I was a child. I plan to write down all these stories again, so it is called Liaozhai."

"Who is Pu Songling?"

Zhang Yang explained: "He is a scholar."

Li Shimin nodded in a clarity, "I must be a talented person who can write such stories. Why is this person unfair? I have never heard of it before."

Teacher Pu Songling is still more than a thousand years away, but it is strange to think that you, Li Shimin, can get to know you.

Zhang Yang explained: "Your Majesty, his name is unknown and he likes to write stories, poems and essays. There are many people in this world who write books for fame and fortune, and some write books for their own identity. But Pu Songling is different. What he writes are all strange stories. His stories are from the masses and then tell them to the masses."

"This is the lifelong ambition of this person and his hobby of dealing with people and things."

After saying this, Li Shimin remained silent for a long time, "Where is this person now? Since he can write it out, why should he borrow your hand?"

Zhang Yang sighed long, "Your Majesty, this matter is a long story. The teacher, Pu Songling and even his close friends like to hide from the world and do not like the disputes in the world. After the teacher passed away, Pu Songling did not know where he was. As for where he is now, I don't know."

Zhang Yang is a weird person, and most of Zhang Yang's teachers are also people with strange temperaments, not to mention Mr. Zhang Yang's friend Pu Songling, who is also a weird person.

Li Shimin smiled, not to mention whether the words Zhang Yang said were true, and then asked: "Do you have any friends with your teacher?"

"There are still quite a lot. I think I still remember another friend of the teacher. He also likes to write articles. He wrote a diary of a madman."

"Madman?" Li Shimin thought for a while, "If there are such strange stories, you can send them all. No wonder you can write strange stories like the white snake."

Zhang Yang smiled reluctantly.

"I'm tired, you should also step down."

"Here."

Watching him leave, Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "Summon Cen Wen is here."

Eunuch Wang left in small steps.

After reading another article, this story, Li Shimin took a sip of tea and sat alone in the whole room.

The house arranged in Lishan is not big. Unlike the houses in other places, the windows here are large, with windows from north to south.

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There is also a cloth hanging beside the window, so the window can be covered with cloth, which is called curtains.

Li Shimin suddenly smiled. It was really interesting. From the window, there was a large area of ​​farmland in the distance. Now the wheat has been harvested, and there are still three or three villagers working among the fields.

Turn the fields over again and introduce them into the river water of the Wei River. Such paddy fields can also be used to plant rice.

Mount Li has always used this method to maintain the fields for two seasons of grain.

When harvesting rice is winter, although the yield per mu is not high, it is possible to harvest some of it.

Cen Wenben came soon. He walked into the courtyard and wiped the sweat from his forehead first, straightened his official hat and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Li Shimin took out the story of Huan Niang and handed it to him, "Look at this story."

"Here." Cen Wenben took it with both hands, and when he saw it, he couldn't help frowning. He finished reading the whole story and said in confusion: "A very strange story."

Li Shimin nodded and said, "I think so too. What do you think of this kind of weird ambition?"

Cen Wenben returned: "Your Majesty, there are also such stories in the market. There are many strange stories that can be seen by word of mouth, but the story of Huan Niang is vividly written, which is worth reading."

Li Shimin turned around and looked out the window with his back to Cen Wenben, "This story is from Zhang Yang."

"I have always heard that Mr. Zhang was able to write stories like the Red Chamber, which was also very literary."

"Don't you find it strange?"

The words were interrupted by His Majesty, and Cen Wenben lowered his body, "Your Majesty meant how Zhang Yang could write such an article at such an age. A young man in his early twenties could write such a wonderful book as the Red Mansion, and also write such stories, telling the hearts and the warmth of the world."

Li Shimin held the windowsill with both hands, put the weight of his body on the windowsill, and looked into the distance, "Zhang Yang said that this Huan Niang was written by a friend of one of his teachers."

Cen Wenben replied: "Zhang Yang's teacher is a strange person. It seems that this child has met many strange people since he was a child."

"It is precisely because of this that I doubt him and have been thinking about it until now." Li Shimin sat down again, "I asked Li Junxian to investigate. There was no such thing as the old man from Qinling, let alone who Pu Songling is?"

"I think you are also well-read in poetry and literature. If you have literary and literary strategies, you will be one of the best in the court."

Cen Wenben replied: "Your Majesty is wrong."

Li Shimin held his temple with one hand, closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What do you think? What are the words Zhang Yang said are true and what are the words false?"

"When you go back to your Majesty, I have heard of a disease before. Some people who suffer from this disease are crazy, some have strange temperaments, and some are no different from ordinary people, and they often have some skills that are not as good as ordinary people."

Cen Wenben paced back and forth, thinking for a while and continued: "Either encountering major changes in life, or being born with innate incompleteness, they will see their deceased relatives still around and can even talk to them."

"There was a man named Chao Yuanfang in the Sui Dynasty. He wrote "Theory of the Origin and Symptoms of Various Diseases". This is a medical book written based on the Internal Classic. It has a total of five volumes. Its writing has many difficult and complicated diseases and is well-known among doctors."

"There are sarcasms among them. You can see the dead people around you, and you can also talk to them and communicate with them. In normal times, they are no different from ordinary people. Once you are alone, you will murmur to yourself. When you hear carefully, you hear that it is him talking to others."

"This kind of disease is usually the patient's own delusion. Zhang Yang is only in his twenties. He doesn't know much about what he can learn and understand in his life, let alone write about Liang Zhu. I have suspected it before, but now I have listened to what Your Majesty said, and I am more confident in my mind."

Li Shimin smiled and said, "You mean Zhang Yang is sick?"

Cen Wenben bowed again, "I am just guessing that usually such patients will not tell their symptoms to outsiders."

"Can you learn skills from delusional people?"

"I also know very little. When the Central Plains were wars for years, many people lost their relatives overnight and were lonely and helpless. Zhang Yang had a lot of experience from a refugee to Chang'an City alone. I think he had more hidden secrets."

"How many good people were there in the war back then? After facing the overnight war, they were almost crazy and upset, and they were all disasters on earth."
To be continued...