Tang Dynasty good brother-in-law

Chapter 255 Changan is Missing Willow

Liu Mu poked Yan Li himself twice with his finger: "Let me tell you, I will definitely not survive the crown prince. You are the same."

"Don't say it's me, even my elder brother can't survive. But it's really too urgent to take this out right now, please take it easy. I know you are not afraid, you have a gold medal to avoid death three times in your hand. Trust me once, Wait another year or two." Yan Liben was very determined.

The craftsmen were busy with their heads down, and the guards were sitting around. These people thought they were deaf and didn't hear anything.

"Let me think about how to convince you." Liu Mu held his chin.

Yan Liben quickly opened the cabinet and took out a handful of money and threw it on the table: "You can use this as you like. Anyway, a set of iron molds can only be used for three or four days before you need to change them."

Liu Mu grabbed the handful of money.

There are Qin Qiong's, Yu Chigong's, Cheng Yaojin's and so on.

There are basically pictures of the famous officials of the Tang Dynasty, but there is no head portrait of the officials of the Prince's Mansion.

Some are not officials, such as Zhan Ziqian, a famous painter in the Sui Dynasty who died 20 years ago. Li Yuan once called this person the beginning of Tang painting.Therefore, the coin of this person's head is written with the beginning of Tang painting.

What's more, the dossier was found from the palace, and it was overprinted according to Li Yuan's handwriting at that time.

"A little less of these, some are enough. My princess should make more iron molds. Also, [-] gold coins made by Empress Yuanzhen are enough."

"I know, it's just that the pictures circulated in the palace are not good."

"Use your brain, you draw ten copies of those in the palace, I believe Princess Changping will definitely be able to see which one looks the best, and then you can change it according to your opinions."

"A clever plan." Yan Liben clapped his hands in praise.

Liu Mu, on the other hand, chuckled: "It's your brain that reacts slowly, what's the trick here."

Yan Liben grabbed Liu Mu's arm: "Promise me that you will not order someone to suppress King Qin's money while I am not here."

"An Xin, I originally wanted to save a million guan, and wait for His Highness to ascend the throne. But I understand what you said, and I promise not to stamp King Qin's money. This matter may harm His Highness Qin. Also, you promised me about the matter here. No rumors are allowed."

"It won't be rumored." Yan Liben patted his chest to promise.

Liu Mu took Dugu Lanruo to leave, didn't mention anything in the workshop, but went back with a bag of Changping coins.

After Liu Mu's wedding, Chang'an City regained its calm.

The tall wooden signs in the east and west cities became a landscape, surrounded by many people every day.Here are the latest important government news, as well as anecdotes in the market, and a joke.In the last section, sometimes there will be an introduction of a new Wenyue Pavilion play. When there is no new play, it will introduce a new food, or an anecdote from outside the region.

This can be said to be the most popular place in Chang'an City, and the snacks sold here are better than other places.

The racecourse still plays a ball game every ten days and runs a horse once a month.

Li Yuan personally attended the Hungry Ghost Festival competition, another three-day grand ceremony, but Liu Mu did not show up.

Suddenly one day, Chang'an Chengdong City.

A wealthy businessman stood in front of the wooden sign and looked at today's highlights, and shook his head after reading it.

"Why, what's on your mind." His friend asked.

"No, I always feel that something is missing? This East Market is no longer as lively as it used to be, and the anecdotes on this wooden sign have become dull."

"It is estimated that the weather has turned cooler, and fewer people have come to Dongshi."

"No!" The rich businessman clapped his hands lightly: "No, I know what's missing. What's the date today?"

"The sixth day of August."

"Yes, it has been more than two months, and there is no news of Mr. Mu Xiaolang in Chang'an City. He has disappeared since his wedding. Except for the hundreds of cattle and horses brought in last month from Jingyang, we know that it is one of his business. Outside, there is no news." The wealthy businessman sighed.

The other also sighed: "That's right, Mr. Mu Xiaolang is like a beacon for us to wait for. If he runs there, the company will surely make money if he goes there. But right now, there is no movement, which makes people My heart is empty. The excitement of Jingyang during the Ghost Festival is not comparable to the few days of Mu Xiaolang-jun's wedding."

"It's far worse, ten or less than three."

This is the truth, on the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, there were countless crowds, and the momentum was nothing compared to the frenzy of Liu Mu's wedding days.

The people in Chang'an began to believe in Liu Mu, and Liu Mu had only been hiding in Wenrou Township for sixty days.

In the palace, Du Ruhui was reporting the autumn harvest reported by various places. This was originally the job of Prince Li Jiancheng, but now that Li Jiancheng has lost power, he is taking care of fewer and fewer things, and most of the errands have been taken away by Li Shimin.

So the harvest report was from Du Ruhui.

"Sage, the weather is good this year, and good harvests have been reported from all over the country. Among them, Jinyang and other six prefectures have had a bumper harvest. The highest yield of sorghum per mu is 550 shi, and the highest yield of Putian is [-] jin. Among them, the yield of green material per mu is [-] A thousand catties."

After reporting here, Du Ruhui put together the notebooks in his hands: "Saint, I would like to ask for credit for Bing Governor Shi Doujing. He has made great contributions to farming, farming, high yield per mu, and new farming methods."

Li Yuan listened to the report, and suddenly said: "What is Xiao Mu doing?"

"The minister didn't hear clearly."

"I'm asking, what is Liu Mu doing? He promoted Bingzhou's farming. I haven't seen him for a long time. Although he's a little messed up, I miss him a lot." Li Yuan sat up straight and put his hands on the dragon case. : "The baron of Jiadoujing County, conferred the title of Minister of Agriculture. The specifics will be discussed in the provincial meeting."

"I wrote it down." Du Ruhui opened his little notebook and wrote it down.

Li Yuan beckoned after seeing it: "What are you using?"

"Sage, this is called a graphite pen. I don't know how to make it, but it is very convenient to use." Du Ruhui presented the pen, and Li Yuan looked at it and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Exactly."

"You send someone to pass the decree, saying that the half-year ban cannot be changed, but I can allow him to temporarily lift it for a few days. He can report a date, and let the Ministry of Punishment approve it if there is no problem."

"I've made a note." After Du Ruhui wrote down this matter, he began to report the rest of the work.

Suddenly, Li Yuan asked Du Ruhui: "Did I remember wrongly? According to etiquette, there is a return ceremony in Changping."

"Saint, because the willows are grounded, the return ceremony is set for one year."

"Oh." Li Yuan nodded: "Then you go ahead, I'm listening. Also, bring me some pencils."

"Yes, what I want to talk about again is about Laizhou. Jingzhou has reported that there are [-] dans of salt accumulated. Please tell me how to deal with it. If Chang'an City is not used, then the salt is going to be transported to Youzhou. The chai son-in-law has already exchanged some horses with the Mohe Ministry. .”

Li Yuan waved his hand: "Don't ask me about this matter, whether Chang'an needs salt, what the Minister of the Household Department is doing, and what the three provinces are doing, let me come and listen after I have made up my mind."

(End of this chapter)