Datang Lingnan King

Chapter 83 Paper to Chang'an
Chang'an, the early morning meeting on October [-]st of the ninth year of Wude,

"Dear dear friends, have the autumn harvests been completed? Is there a disaster somewhere?" This sentence was the first question Li Shimin asked every morning during this period.It seems that if you don't ask this question, you can't show that the emperor cares about the autumn harvest. It may be written into history by the historian, so Li Shimin asked with a serious face:
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the autumn harvests in various places have been completed, and no one has been affected by the disaster." Zuo Servant She Feiji went out to play and said:

"Very good, how's the harvest? Have you sent someone to check?" Li Shimin nodded in satisfaction:

"The supervisory censor has gone to various places to check. The harvest is very good. The three-season rice planting effect is obvious. This is the second season, with an average of three grains per season. People in Sichuan, Jiangnan and other places have written letters to thank the saint." Fei Ji continued to report:

"Three stones? How much is Shuofang? Tell me." Li Shimin asked:

"Returning to the saint, I just received a report from Shuofang that Shuofang's rice yield is five shi per mu, and beans' yield is three shi and five per mu," Sun Wuji, chief secretary of the household department, said when he came out of the class:

"Five stones? How is this possible?"

"Yeah, Five Stones, how did you do it!"

"It can't be a false report." For a while, the officials were discussing.

"Why Shuofang was able to get to Wushi is because the local officials didn't work hard, or Shuofang has a good way, ask clearly, and learn from all over the place. If it succeeds, my Tang Dynasty can add [-]% of the income, and the people will not be hungry. .” Li Shimin was very satisfied with his son-in-law-to-be, and kept trying to improve himself, but he still said with a serious face:
"Saint, please see me after ten thousand years," a little eunuch hurriedly came in from outside and whispered in Li Shimin's ear, then the eunuch said in a low voice to Li Shimin:
"Oh, let him enter the palace," Li Shimin said in surprise:
"Hou Ye said that there are some things that he wants to bring to the hall." The eunuch Si Li said:

"Sure," Li Shimin said, nodding slightly at the corner of his mouth: It seems that his son-in-law-to-be is going to surprise him, and I'm really looking forward to it.

"Minister, Feng Daiwen sees the saint, the saint Wan'an." Feng Daiwen strode into the hall and saluted loudly: a group of guards behind him carried a few large boxes and placed them on the ground at the entrance of the hall.

When the officials saw Feng Daiwen carrying so many boxes into the hall, they all talked a lot.Only a few people who knew Feng Daiwen had expectations in their eyes.

"Aiqing is free of courtesy, but when Aiqing returns to Chang'an, is there something wrong with Shuofang?" Li Shimin asked:

"Going back to the saint, there is nothing wrong with Shuofang, and the Turkic people are still in conflict. The minister returned to Chang'an to report on his work and to invite people." Feng Daiwen said:
"Oh, who does Aiqing want to invite?" Li Shimin asked suspiciously:

"I wanted to invite a few well-educated people to teach in Shuofang, but so far no one is willing to go," Feng Daiwen said with a wry smile:
Hearing Feng Daiwen's words, several people in the hall bowed their heads in embarrassment, because Feng Daiwen wrote to ask them to arrange someone to serve as sacrificial wine, but the Bogutang, where ancient books are sorted out, is really more attractive, and they all want to use this matter to leave their names. For thousands of years, there are still people willing to go to Shuofang.

"Why?" Li Shimin asked:

"I don't know, so this time I brought a batch of gifts and planned to invite a group of children from poor families to teach Shuofang children." Feng Daiwen shook his head and said:

"Oh. What kind of gift is it?" Li Shimin knew that the show was coming, so he couldn't help leaning forward and asked:
"The artisans of Shuofang painstakingly researched and improved Caihou paper, and finally produced a large amount of white paper," Feng Daiwen said while opening several boxes, took out a stack, handed it to the eunuch, and at the same time asked people to distribute the contents of the boxes. everyone,
"That's right, it's much better than Caihou paper, and it's smooth and tough," one person took the paper and looked at it and said in admiration:

"It's worse than rice paper," said another.For a while, all the princes in the court were exchanging views with each other.

"Master Hou's improvement of Caihou paper is really a blessing for scholars all over the world. Excuse me, Lord Hou, how much did you say was a large amount?" Kong Yida, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine, asked:

"How many? Not many, this time I brought [-] copies back to Chang'an," Feng Daiwen blinked and said:
"Fifty thousand sheets? They are all this big," Kong Yida asked with his eyeballs almost protruding. There was also a sound of breathing in the hall. You must know that in Chang'an, one hundred sheets of rice paper of the same size cost five habitual money.

"No, there are only [-] sheets of this size," Feng Daiwen said embarrassedly: it turned out that in order to save the program, he wanted the people who needed to write to cut them as big as they wanted.

"Oh," Kong Yida thought that other papers were cut smaller than this, so he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Others are not cut for everyone's convenience. You can cut them yourself as much as you need." Feng Daiwen took out a stack from a box, opened it, and handed it to Kong Yida:

Kong Yida took the one-meter-square paper that Feng Daiwen handed over in a daze, but he couldn't get it out of it, and almost couldn't recover.Can you keep your words straight?

"Feng Aiqing, I don't know how much this paper will cost," Li Shimin looked at Kong Yida, who had always been serious, losing his composure, and asked with a smile:

"Back to the sage, the cost plus wages and freight should be worth five cents a piece. Of course, I'm talking about big ones." Feng Daiwen explained:
"Bah," there was a sound of toothache inhaling from the whole hall.

"This, this is true," Kong Yida stammered as he looked at the stack of papers in his hand in disbelief:
"Mr. Kong, this is of course true. Of course, if it is shipped to a distant place, it must be more expensive. But this time, the officials brought some craftsmen back to Chang'an, and plan to build a new workshop in Wannian County. After all, grassland people can't write. Shuofang's paper can only be used by local people, and lower officials can't make any money." Feng Daiwen said with a smile:
"Haha, haha" Everyone in the court hall was amused by Feng Daiwen's words,
"Wei Guoqian remarked that he used new paper to support Bogutang in organizing ancient books, but it was brought back this time." Li Gang said to Feng Daiwen with a smile:
"No, this is used by the lower officials to hire humble scholars to teach and educate people in Shuofang," Feng Daiwen said without hesitation:

"That, that, Wei Guo Shuofang has some paper shipped to Chang'an recently," Li Gang said dumbfounded:
"No, I brought most of Shuofang craftsmen to Chang'an. Shuofang will only produce a small part for local use in the future. Chang'an will build workshops, at least in the next year." Feng Daiwen explained:
"Then there are so many here, let's draw some out," Li Gang frowned:
"No, there are still a few schools in Wannian County that need to be used, the Imperial College also needs to use some, the palace also needs to use some, and the court hall also needs to use some. Now that you have cheap and convenient paper, you can't use it for office work. Write it on a white cloth." Feng Daiwen frowned: "It's not good to talk to the white wolf,

"Haha, Weiguo, don't embarrass Li Gong, we will arrange some disciples to go to Shuofang, and let Bogutang save the money." Yan Shigu smiled and said to Li Gang: This old man can see that Feng Daiwen is right Li Gang and the others were a little dissatisfied. He also heard that Feng Daiwen failed to invite someone, and even the poor children who were originally said to be arranged in Shuofang were called by Bogutang to help.

"Mr. Yan opened his mouth, so he should share some of it anyway," Feng Daiwen said to Yan Shigu respectfully:
"Haha, the old man agrees," Yan Shigu looked at Feng Daiwen so well-aware of advances and retreats, understood human feelings, and nodded with a satisfied smile:
(End of this chapter)