The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 677: Paper mill, something happened
Unknowingly——

the next day.

On February [-], the dragon looked up.

If it is said that last January was a cold wind blowing the land, and the New Year was celebrated, on February [-], the spring breeze appeared quietly, and the snow slowly disappeared.

It also represents the slow start of spring plowing. On this day, the people especially value this day.

The beginning of spring plowing represents the harvest of the year.

In addition to praying for good weather for the year, praying for the God of Mang, praying for a good harvest, etc.

The locals in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty also have some small customs.

For example, eat some melons and fruits on this day, that is, eat some snacks, and pray for a good harvest for a year.

In the past few years, every year was full of natural disasters and people's livelihood was in decline.

Therefore, on February [-] this year, Li Shimin also paid more attention to blessings and prayers that were spontaneously initiated by the people.

The new plow for spring plowing - Zhenguan plow.

However, it happened yesterday, but under the promotion of Datang Daily, it has slowly spread among the people.

Spring plowing is coming soon, and the Wangjia Iron Shop in Jinghe Village, which was supposed to have a lot of business today, has closed its doors today.

Early in the morning.

Old Uncle Wang led his little donkey and rushed into Tang Sufan's yard early in the morning to find Tang Sufan.

After all, Old Uncle Wang is very clear in his heart, Su Fan is a scholar, he has seen the world seriously, this is his first time on duty, so he has to ask, how can he not show timidity to Su Fan and Dong Li's family.

Tang Sufan over there had no choice but to get up to deal with Old Uncle Wang under the scolding.

I saw old Uncle Wang leading a little donkey, and it was the first time he wore an official uniform.

Moreover, she has big carrot-like fingers and looks nervous.

The corner of Tang Sufan's mouth twitched——

Wasn't it quite majestic yesterday?

Afterwards, Tang Sufan had no choice but to speak in silence.

Although he doesn't know the process of being an official...

But in a word.

We have backstage!Shout out!
If you lose everything, you can't lose your temper. The Ministry of Industry is your blacksmith shop. Come and leave whenever you want!

Afterwards, Old Uncle Wang was dubious, but he still believed it.

What Su Fan said is reasonable, those who are officials are those who bully the soft and fear the hard.

That's right, fuck you!
Immediately, he straightened his chest and raised his head a little, leading the little donkey as if he had pulled out a BMW and walked away with arrogance.

After Uncle Wang left, Tang Sufan looked up, only to see the sparse sunlight.

Through the clouds, it is like laying a shallow layer of wheat grain in the yard.

In a daze, I remembered that today is February [-]nd.

The weather is fine, and after being tormented by Uncle Wang, I can't sleep anymore.

Stretched for a while, today, I finally have time to go to Chang'an City.

I haven't been to Tianxiang Pavilion for a long time, I don't know if Rou'er is here today.

At home, Uncle Wen and others got up early.

Once back in the backyard.

The sword dances like the wind, the clothes flutter, and the figure is heroic.

It was Lin Xueyan, a little Taoist girl who got up early and practiced kung fu.

Seductive, really seductive.

tsk tsk~
Tang Sufan is calm and obscene now... oh no, quietly admiring.

Immediately, Lin Xueyan gave Tang Sufan a look, making Tang Sufan look at his nose and his heart immediately, whistled with his hands behind his back, and left.

"Huh, Su Fan? Why did you wake up so early?"

After a while, Yang Qiaoer came out and exclaimed.

My younger brother can hardly find any shortcomings, but if it is said that he wakes up every morning, he is always the last one.

Afterwards, Tang Sufan couldn't laugh or cry and told the story of Old Uncle Wang dragging him up today.

Under the laughter of Yang Qiaoer Yingsheng Yanyu, a new day began.

In half a month, Yang Qiaoer has become a well-known shopkeeper in the east of the city.

She goes out in veil every day and rarely shows anyone.

In order to deal with the management of various accounts in the east of the city, Yang Qiaoer has also fully integrated into the courtyard in the past half month.

All of a sudden, the years of burden and gloom slowly fade away within half a month...

If so, even if this kind of life is eternal, it is just her greatest wish in this life.

But she knew that this kind of life was just a short-lived hidden life.

"Su Fan, sister..."

Tang Sufan seemed to see the embarrassment on Yang Qiaoer's face, and casually added a sentence.

"Sister Qiao'er, what's wrong?"

Afterwards, Yang Qiaoer said slowly.

"Sister, I want to enter the city once..."

It has been more than half a month now, and with the court's soothing handling of the Shangyuan Night Change, many rumors have been released in Chang'an City.

but……

Tang Sufan frowned immediately.

"Sister Qiaoer, who are you?"

Yang Qiaoer raised her eyebrows lightly and murmured.

"Something happened to Chun Shisan Niang."

"What happened to Miss Chun Shisan?"

Tang Sufan couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, and asked immediately.

"what happened?"

I saw Yang Qiaoer talking carefully...

"Chunxin Pavilion is an intelligence agency deployed by King Yan in Chang'an City during the reign of Wude. These places where powder and fireworks flow are the most high-ranking officials and dignitaries."

"As for Chunxin Pavilion, although it was later taken over by Anchen Division, my sister knows that there is actually someone behind Chunxin Pavilion who is protecting it. Even my sister doesn't know about that person."

This is natural. In the TV series, isn't the intelligence the most in these pink places?

Tang Sufan couldn't help but asked a little speechlessly: "You don't even know about Sister Qiaoer?"

Sister Qiaoer, your undercover job is a bit rough.

Yang Qiaoer explained: "Chunxin Pavilion, when I removed my Anchen Division's supervisor, there are still a few King Yan forces, and those people are also the ones who are in contact with the people behind Chunxin Pavilion."

"As for Anchensi, it has already become a knife that King Yan buried in Chang'an, and it is also a knife that will never be taken back after being used..."

Yang Qiaoer's delicate eyes were filled with coldness.

Tang Sufan thought for a while, then frowned and said.

"I still remember last year... when I went to Chunxin Pavilion for the first time, someone said from the sidelines that there is a huge background behind Chunxin Pavilion."

"To be able to be in the city of Chang'an, at the feet of the emperor... the background behind this is not simple."

Obviously, it is within this Great Tang Chang'an.

Moreover, it is definitely someone who secretly opposes the royal family.

Yang Qiaoer nodded, and naturally understood what Tang Sufan meant.

"Sister Meiyu, told me yesterday that Chun Shisanniang has not appeared in Chunxin Pavilion for a few days, but she entrusted a letter to Sister Meiyu and asked her to secretly pass it on to me."

"It's a trap."

Tang Sufan said without thinking.

Anyone with a little brain knows that something is wrong with this kind of plot.

"Sister Qiaoer, the letter, show me."

"exist……"

Yang Qiaoer hasn't finished speaking yet...

Tang Sufan originally thought that when King Yan, who had been talking about it for more than half a month, would finally open this copy——

There was the sound of hurried staggering footsteps outside the door.

"Mr. Wen, it's not good, it's not good!"

Outside the door, someone was shouting.

The siblings immediately stopped talking, looked at each other, and walked out with some doubts.

The visitor was dressed in coarse cloth.

He is a small clerk in Tang Sufan's workshop in the south of the village.

Then the little officer gave a message.

The papermaking workshop of the village south workshop caught fire.

Tang Sufan frowned, his eyes fixed.

"Young Master, this old slave--"

Tang Sufan stopped Wen Bo.

"Wen Bo, I will go to this matter myself."

After all, Tang Sufan was going there in person.

On one side, Yang Qiaoer said from the side.

"Wait a minute, Su Fan, sister is with you!"

South of the village.

For example, the south of Jinghe Village was almost contracted by Tang Sufan at the beginning.

Later, tens of kilometers around here became his fiefdom, which also expanded a little bit.

His glass, salt, and paper are mainly obtained from here.

And the salt has been transferred to the east of the city.

Only the paper, because of the process, is still left in the south of Jinghe Village.

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