"Xu Jingzong didn't offend me. I just think he should be given a chance to display his ambitions."
"Even if we go to the Western Regions, I will arrange a suitable person." After speaking, Li Shimin stood up and left.
Farewell at the door of his home, looking at the emperor's back, Zhang Yang sighed with emotion: "Xu Jingzong still cannot fall into His Majesty's eyes."
Li Yue whispered: "We have Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, Cen Wenwen and other civil servants, and we have Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong in military affairs, not to mention General Li Jing. No matter what happens, I will not choose Xu Jingzong."
"Our Majesty has too many talents."
Aunt Wang gave the little bear a bowl of millet rice, and then poured some broth and some meat bones on top, so that he could eat it happily.
The couple quickly cleared away the bowls, but Li Shimin had already eaten the whole bowl of stew, so they had to make two more bowls of cold noodles to cope with it.
Li Yue held a "national deed" in her hand, which was a contract for her husband to buy the entire Gaochang.
Giving is giving, and trading is trading.
If it is just giving, it means that the husband plotted to seize Gaochang in the beginning, and now paying a penny means buying Gaochang, and paying a penny is also paying.
This can very well avoid the laws of the Tang Dynasty.
This is not a robbery, this is a transaction. This is the escape route arranged by the husband for himself if there is trouble in the future.
Adalan was the first to seize Gaochang, but her husband just bought Gaochang from Adalan for a penny.
Taking one move and looking at three moves is not the way to strategize when playing chess. Li Yue looked at her husband and ate the noodles with satisfaction.
Zhang Yang held the scroll in his hand and continued to mark the map.
After hearing the report from Aunt Yang who came back from the village, Li Shimin went to the village and talked with Li Yuan for an hour. This time he still wanted to invite Li Yuan back.
This time Li Yuan still refused to return to the palace.
Compared to the deserted palace, Li Yuan prefers villages with fireworks.
Elderly people like this kind of life.
Apart from these, Li Shimin didn't ask much about things in the village, nor did he ask about book printing. Apart from that, he didn't see anyone else.
"Just because your Majesty doesn't ask, it doesn't mean that your Majesty doesn't care." Zhang Yang nodded.
"The prince-in-law means that we should be on guard."
"Let the people in the village be more alert."
"clear."
"Actually, aunt can just call me Xiao Zhang." After saying this, Zhang Yang's expression quickly turned from gloomy at the beginning to sunshine.
Aunt Yang saluted respectfully.
In the following days, the two aunts were still making paper, and the formula of the paper pulp was also adjusted. The paper pulp was thinned during drying, so that the surface of the paper produced was smoother.
Why ask someone to get the oil? It will take some time.
The work of printing books has been stopped. The most important thing is the raw materials of cheap ink.
The city of Chang'an in March is full of life. People always like to chat about family affairs after dinner. Common classics include Confucian books. Most of these books seem to be obscure and difficult to understand.
Compared with some classics, ordinary people prefer popular stories.
The Red Mansion is a book that is very suitable for people to chat after dinner.
In the East Palace on weekdays, Li Chengqian, who recently came to Chang'an City to relax in his spare time, also heard many people talking about the Red Mansion, especially the women among the powerful. They were all talking about it.
From the beginning, no one paid attention to the Red Mansion interview, but now a strange method is spreading among the people.
Some people are illiterate and will ask people to read to them.
This kind of book is not spread among scholars and scholars, but it is spread among the people in a very strange way.
Li Chengqian stood on the pavilion, looking at the lively scene on Zhuque Street. Behind him, someone was reading about Red Mansions. Every time he read something touching, the audience would sigh.
The Red Mansion set off a very strange trend in Chang'an City.
"Father, I once said that this kind of book would not be on the stage, nor would it be liked by scholars." Li Chengqian looked solemn.
Changsun Chong thought about it and said: "The people who read the Red Mansion are just ordinary people. The scholars in Hongwen Hall and the Confucian scholars in Guozijian will not read this kind of books now."
Li Chengqian nodded slightly.
Changsun Chong said with a smile: "Only half of a book has been printed. I don't know what Zhang Yang's intentions are?"
Li Chengqian whispered: "There are many people discussing Red Mansions now."
"Your Highness, there is no need to worry. Even if there are many people discussing the Red Mansion, His Majesty has decreed that the Red Mansion cannot be admitted to the Imperial Academy or the Hongwen Museum. It is destined not to be a book that can enter the eyes of scholars."
"Zhang Yang is a person who never suffers losses, and he never does business that loses money. Mr. Gu thinks there is something weird about it."
Changsun Chong rolled up his sleeves and said, "There are many unpopular miscellaneous books in the market, and Red Mansions is just one of them. Nowadays, so many people are talking about Red Mansions. It just feels fresh and interesting for a while. After people finish reading it, they feel that
Once it is fresh, this book will gradually be forgotten by people, and no one will care about it from now on. It will not be passed down to future generations and historical records like the Han Dynasty Confucian classics. In the end, people will still abandon the Red Mansion."
Li Chengqian did not nod or shake his head, but remained silent.
Changsun Chong cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry too much."
The Red Mansion is indeed an addictive story with a very fascinating plot.
Yu Shinan took Honglou to Ouyang Xun's home.
At that time, Yu Shinan came from a well-known family. He was the son of Yuli in the former Sui Dynasty. His elder brother was an official in the former Sui Dynasty and later joined Li Tang. As one of the eighteen bachelors of the Qin Dynasty, Yu Shinan was now in charge of Wenhan and coordinating books in the court.
It was he who was in charge of the compilation and compilation of King Wei's Kuo Di Zhi.
Ouyang Xun was not surprised to see Yu Shinan.
"Have you also read the book Red Mansions?" Ouyang Xun put down the book in his hand. It was The Red Mansions.
Yu Shinan bowed to Ouyang Xun and said, "I did read it, but the font on it is from the old gentleman's copybook?"
Ouyang Xun nodded and said, "I made an agreement with this boy. Although I despise people like him, since I have an agreement in advance, I have no choice but to fulfill my promise and give him the copybook."
Yu Shinan nodded, "I heard from the servants in Mr.'s house the reason for the matter."
Ouyang Xun smiled with deep meaning.
Yu Shinan sighed: "So many years have passed and I haven't seen the old gentleman for a long time."
Ouyang Xun snorted at the sun and closed his eyes, "You are already old. You should pay more attention to your health. If you want to die before me, can you teach me how to mourn?"
The two old guys smiled in tacit understanding
The servants in the mansion poured two bowls of hot tea, and the tea they brewed was fried tea.
"That boy often asks people to bring him things, including salted duck eggs and tea. Some household items are not worth much. It's a pity for me to reject him, but I won't accept it badly. This boy is very good at dealing with people."
Yu Shinan picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of tea, and felt the warm tea flowing through his throat and organs, "Have you seen this kind of paper before, sir?"
Ouyang Xun shook his head, "Have you seen it?"
Yu Shinan also shook his head, "I have seen a kind of paper pulp before. The formula of that kind of paper is different from the ones I have seen, and the paper that comes out is also very thick. I tried to find someone at that time but couldn't find it."
"Same as paper today?"
Yu Shinan stroked his beard and said: "There are similarities. It is different from mulberry paper. This kind of paper is very tough."
After speaking, Ouyang Xun picked up the volume of Red Mansions again, tore off one of the pages, folded it in half again, and then tore it open hard. He looked at the fibers at the opening of the paper and said, "It's really different from mulberry paper and rice paper."
different."
Yu Shinan nodded emphatically, "Mr. has never seen such a recipe?"
"I don't know how to make paper, I just have some knowledge about the quality of paper."
Yu Shinan asked in a low voice: "I wonder what agreement the old gentleman had with Zhang Yang."
Recalling the conversation at the foot of Renshou Palace Mountain, Ouyang Xun rubbed his knees distressedly, "I'm old, I forgot."
Yu Shinan glanced at Ouyang Xun's knees.
The servants in the mansion picked up a piece of fur and covered Ouyang Xun's knees.
"Nowadays, the old man's knees still get sore when it rains?"
Ouyang Xun straightened his knees with great effort, "Your Majesty also asked the medical officer from the Imperial Medical Office to look at it. They said that the bones have become loose due to old age and there is no way to cure it."
With another relieved smile, Ouyang Xun looked at Yu Shinan and said, "It's okay. Elderly people are all the same. You should take more care of yourself."
Yu Shinan nodded heavily.
After asking his servants to send Yu Shinan away, Ouyang Xun picked up the Red Mansion again and looked at it with relish.
The servants in the mansion reported back: "Old sir, I have already sent him away."
Ouyang Xun's eyes were still on the Red Building, and he turned another page and continued reading.
"Why didn't the old gentleman tell Zhang Yang about the agreement he had made?"
Ouyang Xun raised his eyes and looked at his servant, "So what if you tell him? So what if you don't tell him? What's the difference?"
The book printing business can only be temporarily stopped.
Business has returned to its usual sluggish stage, and everyone has been in low spirits recently. They took their wives to Qujiang Pool, where Cheng Chumo and Li Tai were also sitting here, not in high spirits.
Auntie brought stoves and pots so that Li Yue could practice her cooking skills here.
"My husband will give you a fishing rod, and I will make fish soup."
Seeing that his wife was very interested, Zhang Yang whispered: "Should we start with something less difficult, such as cooking some vegetables?"
Li Yue raised her chin, "What's so difficult about fish soup?"
"Can you kill fish?"
"I have seen my husband killed many times."
Zhang Yang compromised and said: "Then let's try it. Fortunately, I brought dry food today."
Aunt Wang covered her mouth and laughed for a long time.
He put the bait on the hook and threw the fishing line into the Qujiang Pond. He just sat down and looked at Li Tai and Cheng Chumo beside him. The two guys were lying on the ground with their eyes blank.
"Those who didn't know better thought there were two dead people here."
Zhang Yang pulled Cheng Chumo's lapel, "Last time you sent someone to Youzhou, how is it now?"
Cheng Chumo stood up like a corpse, "Waiting for news, the boundary of Youzhou is too far away."
Li Tai said feebly: "Chu Mo, this time I sent people to Youzhou, how much money did you give them?"
Cheng Chumo straightened his hair and said, "Ten silver coins."
"So much? Will they not come back with the money?"
"I will come back, I believe in them."
Li Tai scratched his head in distress, "Just believe it, it's only ten dollars, and you can afford to pay with your family's wealth."
Cheng Chumo stood up and patted his clothes to wipe away some dust, "If a leading general does not believe in his own generals, there is no way he can win the battle."
"This has nothing to do with fighting."
"If you don't trust others over a trivial matter, how can you win others' trust in the future?"
Seeing Cheng Chumo's seriousness, Zhang Yang grinned, "Experience begins with being deceived. Chumo will understand later, so it doesn't matter."
A gust of breeze blew by, and the fish finally bit the hook. He caught a palm-sized crucian carp and handed it to Li Yue.
Li Yue grabbed the fish with both hands, put it on the chopping board, and then chopped it with a knife. The fish jumped up and landed on the ground.
"fish!"
Li Yue anxiously tried to catch the fish, but the fish fluttered towards Qujiang Pond, only to hear a pop, and the fish fell into the pond again.
The crucian carp fell into the water and swam down again, never to be seen again.
Zhang Yang re-baited the hook and threw the fishing line into the pond, "If it's okay, I'll catch you another one."
Li Yue hugged her knees and sat by the pool with her mouth pursed. She looked down at the quiet water for a while, then gritted her teeth and asked, "Did it run away?"
"It doesn't matter, maybe I can catch that fish again."
Li Yue frowned and said: "How can we catch it again?"
"of course."
"Is this fish so stupid?"
"Actually, the memory of a fish only lasts about ten breaths. If you take ten breaths now, the fish will have forgotten the fact that it was caught."
Li Yue looked suspicious, "Then I'll just watch the fish bite the hook."
Li Tai took two steps back and forth, "There are many fish in the pond, and it takes a long time to catch them. In fact, it is very simple to prove it. All the fish caught are put back into the pond. When the fish put down reach a certain size,
The quantity, if caught again, will prove that the fish is indeed quite stupid.”
"Why do you put all the fish you catch into the pond?"
Li Tai looked at his guard and said, "Bring the fishing rod."
"Here."
Watching Li Tai sit on the other side of Qujiang Pond and start fishing.
Zhang Yang looked at his wife and whispered: "Don't you think it's weird to put the caught fish back?"
Li Yue nodded solemnly, "My husband said that the memory of a fish only lasts ten breaths, so he let me go to comfort me. Who would have thought that Qingque would really believe it? How can a fish be so stupid?"
Li Tai caught a fish, then put the fish back into the pond, and continued to sit with a serious face, as if he was confident about this experiment.
I was joking, but I didn't expect him to actually do this.
The memory time of fish is indeed very short, and different fish have different memory times. It is not accurate to say that the memory is only seven seconds. Specific things are specific, and in general, they are not good people.
Another fish was caught. This time Li Yue was much more cautious and let the two aunts catch the fish.
Li Yue slashed the fish into two halves with a knife, and then she removed the scales and internal organs.
Although the processing method is a bit wild, it still looks like making fish soup.
Zhang Yang looked at Li Tai again. The boy caught another fish and put the fish back into the pond again. He was very happy with it, as if he was very confident in this experiment.
Doesn’t Li Shimin’s son have a sense of stupidity in him?