Looking at the pen and ink placed in front of his eyes, Li Tai started writing quietly, with ideas constantly appearing in his mind.
As if writing an accusation, Li Tai wrote down everything he knew, thinking about how his father knew about this matter. Lishan's papermaking technology had always been kept secret.
No one knew about it until papermaking came into their own hands.
I have just fully understood the art of papermaking now, and my father will know it now.
Which of the guards in the mansion are the father's spies?
It was very quiet in the Ganlu Palace. Li Tai knelt down in the palace and quietly wrote what happened. He wrote a long article eloquently, "Father, I have finished writing."
Li Shimin nodded, "Send it up."
Li Tai wanted to stand up, but his knees were sore and painful after kneeling for too long.
The eunuch on the side saw him and hurriedly helped him.
The written story was presented to his father. Li Tai bowed and said, "This is what happened."
Seeing his father watching carefully, Li Tai added: "It involves the family property of the emperor's sister and brother-in-law. I have not written down the secret recipe for papermaking."
Li Shimin whispered: "Of course I can't do anything to seize the family property of my ministers."
Li Tai whispered: "The reason why my brother-in-law is unwilling to make this papermaking technique public is because it will arouse the covetousness of others. Please ask my father..."
"I will keep it a secret."
Li Tai felt guilty, brother-in-law, this is all I can do for you, I'll try my best.
Zhang Yang, who was discussing with Xu Jingzong in the Ministry of Rites, was sitting on a box.
The box is filled with silver cakes, which are all extracted from silver ore.
Each piece is a silver cake of equal weight. This is the money that will be spent on the future operations of the Ministry of Rites. However, the Japanese monk has already written to the Japanese country, and he does not know when the next batch of silver ore will be delivered. He must save these now.
Flowers.
Zhang Yang sneezed loudly, "Sorry, I couldn't control it."
Xu Jingzong smiled awkwardly, "It doesn't matter, we can't help ourselves."
The two continued to look at the map. Zhang Elephant, who was standing aside, said hesitantly: "The construction of the Diplomatic Academy needs to be approved by the Ministry of Education. Only if the Ministry of Education feels that it can be done, can it be affiliated to the Ministry of Rites."
Xu Jingzong nodded, "We really need the approval of the Ministry of Education, and more importantly, His Majesty."
After speaking, he realized that Zhang Dashu, Zhang Xiangxiang and Zhang Yang were all looking at him.
Xu Jingzong gritted his teeth and said, "I will go to the Ministry of Rites."
Zhang Yang said, "I know you are good at this kind of thing, so I will trouble you."
Li Baiyao came back from the Ministry of Personnel. A meeting had ended. He took a file and preached: "Zhang Shangshu, this is the list of recent selections. The Ministry of Personnel means that a few can be selected from it to join the job."
Zhang Yang locked the box, "There is no shortage of manpower now, we don't need it for the time being."
Li Baiyao struggled and said: "Every ministry has chosen them, so we can't accept none of them."
"Then we need a few sweepers and cleaners. Just pick two or three yourself."
The two brothers Xiang Xiang and Da Su went to choose the site for the future Diplomatic Academy. They were in a good mood today. As soon as Zhang Yang walked out of the Ministry of Rites, he saw the guards from Prince Wei's residence hurriedly coming.
"Zhang Shangshu, hurry up and see King Wei."
Seeing the panic on the other side's face, Zhang Yang asked in confusion: "Is His Royal Highness the King of Wei sick?"
"King Wei..." The guard's words were choked in his throat, and he whispered: "Please go to the palace of Prince Wei."
It is related to Lishan's cash cow. In the future, Li Tai will have the power to control the shopping malls of Datang. His safety is also important to his family business. Although he doesn't know what happened, if he can't count on Li Tai, there is still a prince who can replace him.
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Zhang Yang followed the guards all the way to Prince Wei's residence.
At this moment, Li Tai's mansion was in a mess. A group of servants were kneeling on the ground and did not dare to speak. Furniture and various earthen pots were piled in the yard.
Li Tai was sitting on a chair, tearing apart a piece of calligraphy and painting silently.
The guard whispered: "After seeing His Majesty when he came back, he was like this, as if he was in a daze."
Zhang Yang stepped forward after hearing this and looked carefully.
Li Tai whispered: "You don't have to look at me like this, I'm not sick."
Zhang Yang explained: "I didn't say that His Highness the King of Wei was ill."
"The way you look at me is like looking at a patient!"
The servants of the mansion brought a chair, and Zhang Yang sat down beside him. "What happened? The house was smashed into this state."
Li Tai covered his face and said, "Brother-in-law, what do you think is right and wrong in this world?"
"Why do you suddenly ask such a profound question? Is it possible that His Highness the King of Wei no longer wants to do business and wants to be a saint?"
Li Tai lowered his head, "In my opinion, a wrong is a wrong, and you should be punished if you deserve it, but what does it look like in the eyes of the father? Can even this kind of right and wrong be exploited?
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"Actually, sometimes right and wrong are not so clear-cut."
Li Tai put his body weight on the pillar behind him, and just sat on the ground and looked up at the sky, "Dai Wei passed away. I want to admit my mistake to my father. My father knew about this a long time ago and did not punish me.
Instead, he asked me to write down the process of obtaining papermaking technology."
"Left it to your father?"
"Don't worry, brother-in-law, I didn't leave any secret recipe, and I don't care how many spies there are in Prince Wei's palace. I was the one who asked Lu Dongzan to be beaten. I will punish him as he pleases."
Zhang Yang whispered: "Even Lu Dongzan doesn't care. This is a big or small matter. If your father feels that this matter is harmful to the envoy's face, then this matter will be big. If it is just an ordinary matter,
There were no lives lost in the fight, and they only had some superficial injuries. At best, this matter could be fined, it all depends on how your father wants to view it."
Li Tai raised his head and whispered: "You said why my father even used the last bit of value of Daiwei before his death. I felt guilty, so I wrote the origin of papermaking."
Walking to him, Zhang Yang patted his shoulder, "Children are all innocent and kind. King Wei's eyes are very clear about right and wrong, but in the world of adults, right and wrong are another matter.
Congratulations to King Wei for finally getting a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the adult world."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Tai frowned and said: "I used to want to be like my father, but now I don't want to. I'm afraid of becoming a cold person like my father. You weren't in the Manna Palace,
Do you know how terrifying my father's cold eyes are?"
After thinking for a while, Zhang Yang said: "Actually, being an emperor does not necessarily have to be so bad. Sometimes I don't agree with your father's views. Sometimes his ideas are weird."
"Do you even think so?"
"I'm worried that your father has lost his ambition and doesn't want to go to war with Tubo and Goguryeo. This will embarrass our Ministry of Rites. If you eliminate your father's strange views, if you can always instill ambition in your majesty, and can also start a war,
I still support him in expanding his territory."
Li Tai glanced at Zhang Yang and said, "You are not a good person either."
Zhang Yang smiled instead, "I'm not like your father, who always establishes his own image if he wants to be a wise king. I am a man of uprightness, and I am what I should be."
Li Tai picked up a piece of wood on the ground and threw it at the window. However, he was not strong enough and the wood block did not cause any damage when it hit the window.
Zhang Yang said in a low voice: "I have learned a poem before. If His Highness the King of Wei feels confused again, you might as well think of it and read it a few more times."
Li Tai sneered: "Just like the words you gave to the prince, study hard and make progress every day?"
"This sentence may also be useful. What I want to give to King Wei is another sentence."
"What words?"
Zhang Yang said loudly: "What do you want when you are transported to the canopy? We have met before you know how to stand up. A broken hat is used to hide your face in the busy city. A leaky boat carries wine in the middle of the river..."
Li Tai listened quietly, thinking about the artistic conception in the poem.
Zhang Yang continued: "With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a coward. He hides in a small building and becomes a unified body. He doesn't care about spring, summer, autumn and winter."
After Li Tai listened carefully, he said, "A cold brow pointed at a thousand people... What an amazing poem."
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "The person who wrote this poem is also very powerful."
"Is it written by my brother-in-law's teacher?"
Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed: "Many people in my hometown know him. If we all take his articles as a benchmark, I think we are all his disciples."
Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Yang said again: "By the way, this poem is called Self-Mockery."
"Self-mockery..." Li Tai smiled bitterly: "Come here, write down this poem for me! Hang it in front of my palace, Prince Wei!"
There was a light of struggle in the little fat man's eyes again, and Zhang Yang felt a lot more relieved.
On Zhuque Street, a group of people were walking to see Dai Wei off.
When an old man passed away, it seemed like an era had passed. The people who lived in the troubled times of the late Sui Dynasty had all gone, and now we have arrived at Zhenguan.
It is also announcing that the troubled times of that year have passed, and now the world is dominated by Li Tang.
There are fewer and fewer old people from that era, and the chaos and desolation of those war years are finally over.
Zhang Yang walked with his hands in his hands and thought about it. Li Shimin knew that there was papermaking technology in Lishan. With his character, he probably would not take away the papermaking technology casually.
Lishan's family is not the only one with papermaking skills in this world.
When I got home, I saw Li Yue and Xiao Wu playing shuttlecock. The little bear surrounded them and tried to catch the shuttlecock, causing trouble from time to time, causing Xiao Wu to chase them.
It was difficult for Xiao Wu's short legs to catch up with the bear.
Now that the bear is so strong, Xiao Wu's fists and feet can't do any harm to it.
Tell Li Yue about Li Tai.
Li Yue whispered: "Papermaking is not important, what is important is that our family needs to be safe."
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "If anyone else knows about the existence of Lishan papermaking technology, I will hand over the papermaking technology without hesitation."
Li Yue smiled softly, "The profits from book printing are so shallow and always teetering on the edge of losing money. That's why my husband wants to keep the price of paper so low."
"When we produce enough paper, we also have the pricing power over paper. The most critical factor in competing for this pricing power is productivity. Who can produce enough paper, who can print more books, occupy the
The more markets there are, the greater the voice will be.”
Li Yue shook the small cattail leaf fan in her hand. She had just finished kicking the shuttlecock and there was still some sweat on her forehead.
In the imperial city, Xu Jingzong waited outside Zhongshu Province for a long time, and finally waited until Changsun Wuji came out.
"I have met Zhao Guogong. This is a memorial from the Ministry of Rites." Xu Jingzong handed over the memorial.
First, Chang Sun Wuji took the memorial and before opening it, asked: "You are the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and you can also enter the Zhongshu Province to report matters. Why are you waiting outside the door?"
Xu Jingzong replied: "I'm afraid of disturbing the princes in handling state affairs."
"The affairs of the Ministry of Rites are also state affairs." Changsun Wuji opened the memorial and looked at it carefully. After reading it hastily, he asked: "Why does the Ministry of Rites want to build the Diplomatic Academy?"
Xu Jingzong lowered his head and showed respect to Changsun Wuji, "Handling diplomatic matters between countries."
Changsun Wuji said in confusion: "The Ministry of Rites can handle these matters, why bother?"
"Back to Duke Zhao, diplomatic matters also have priorities. Just like the relationship between the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple, the same goes for the Ministry of Rites and the Diplomatic Academy. If it involves diplomatic matters, it can be handed over to the Diplomatic Academy for decision first, and then to the Ministry of Rites for approval."
"Zhang Yang and I made an agreement at the beginning that the Ministry of Rites could make decisions independently. This agreement still exists today. I will report the matter to the Foreign Affairs Council to the superiors."
"Then thank you very much Duke Zhao."
"It's your job." Looking at Xu Jingzong again, Changsun Wuji said again: "It's the time to employ people in the court. Apart from the Ministry of Rites, there are other places where you can use your talents."
"No matter how talented I am, how can I compare with the people in Zhongshu Province? It's quite good to be in the Ministry of Rites. If I have meritorious service, it would be great if I can be promoted by Duke Zhao."
Just as he was about to leave, Changsun Wuji turned around and asked, "Who is the director of the Foreign Affairs Academy?"
Xu Jingzong stood where he was and replied: "Of course it's still Zhang Shangshu."
Changsun Wuji nodded slightly.
When the others walked away, the smile on Xu Jingzong's face disappeared in an instant. Every time he met Changsun Wuji, he was tortured.
He rubbed his face that was almost frozen with laughter, and then left quickly.
Days passed, and Zhang Yang was still living his life as usual.
The matter of Lishan papermaking seemed to have disappeared, and neither Li Shimin nor the DPRK mentioned it.
He didn't come to ask, Zhang Yang, Li Yue and Xiao Wu were on their way to the village.
On the way, Li Yue talked about his doubts, "It's been five days, and my father hasn't asked anyone to check."
Letting the horse walk slowly and looking at the factory in the distance, Zhang Yang said, "Your father is waiting too."
"What are you waiting for?"
"When our papermaking and printing technology can increase the number of books, your father will naturally not let go of something useful to the country."
"My husband means that my father has plans for papermaking and printing."
Zhang Yang nodded, "We are not the only ones with papermaking skills in this world. Hasn't your father ever seen papermaking skills? How many of King Wei's guards are His Majesty's spies? One or two? Or maybe all of them are?
The spy of Tian Khan entrusted the papermaking technology to the people of King Wei to take care of it, and he knew it so quickly."
"Perhaps the current progress in papermaking and printing does not meet the needs of Tian Khan. As the emperor, he naturally knows that it is not worthwhile to kill the goose to obtain the eggs. He will wait for the fruit to mature before picking it for his country.