Sang Hongyang watched Huo Guang take out the slip from his arms. He who was originally strategizing suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of being teased.
turn out to be.
The boy opposite has already prepared the paper-making recipe.
But why not just give it when you come?
What a delay!
Normally when you visit someone’s door and ask for help, don’t you always give a gift first?
Sang Hongyang was puzzled. After a moment of astonishment, the smile returned to his face and he said: "It turns out that little friend has already prepared the recipe. It seems that I am being smart."
"No, no, no!" Huo Guang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Sang Shizong, you are not trying to be smart. In fact, at the beginning, what I was thinking was that if I could convince you, then I would save Tamad. If If you can’t say it anymore, I’ll take it out again.”
Listen to this.
Sang Hongyang glanced at Huo Guang, then took a deep breath, as if to calm down, and said: "Little friend, it's better to speak tactfully, otherwise it will cause trouble in the future."
Huo Guang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll learn from my brother!"
However.
Sang Hongyang shook his head and said with a smile: "Although General Hussar speaks straightforwardly, he is not as unscrupulous as you."
"Definitely..."
Huo Guang waved his hand and threw the slip in his hand to the other party.
be honest.
The papermaking prescription in his hand has little value anymore. After all, the other party has secretly sent someone to follow him.
In addition, there is a Luoyang businessman family behind him.
estimate...
In less than a year, the other party was able to figure out the principles of papermaking. At most, the quality is worse than Qingfeng Xiangyin.
Sang Hongyang picked up the slip and read it carefully.
While reading, I was still praising it. After reading it, I couldn't help but clapped my hands and said, "My little friend is really awesome. It turns out that making toilet paper requires these tedious steps. How did you find out?"
"I said I had expert advice, do you believe it?" Huo Guang took a sip of the fruit juice lightly.
The taste is very good.
He was thinking if the restaurant opened later, would he like to do something like this?
At this time!
Sang Hongyang nodded and said: "Believe it!"
letter?
Hearing this answer, Huo Guang was a little speechless.
It seems that this guy looks down on himself more or less!
Why doesn't he think so?
Was it Huo Guang who invented this toilet paper?
He shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Sang, His Majesty has accepted your suggestion and wants to promote this toilet paper. So how much money are you going to pay to the farmers when you produce it?"
"Why do you need to give money?" Sang Hongyang still maintained his smiling look and said calmly: "Just like Ma Zheng, just offset the corvee."
to be honest!
This answer did not surprise Huo Guang.
In ancient feudal society, it was impossible to get paid for public work. At most, it was to offset the corvée.
But then again.
If the imperial court made paper on a large scale, it would not have to spend money on space, raw materials, or even labor.
Once this toilet paper is produced, it will be sold at a very low price.
It’s also a hugely profitable deal!
Therefore, Sang Hongyang's claim that it can increase fiscal revenue by 10% is indeed possible.
Think of this.
Huo Guang sighed and said, "This is the demographic dividend. Tsk, I'm so envious..."
"dividend?"
Sang Hongyang muttered in confusion.
Huo Guang smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'm talking nonsense. Mr. Sang, I've given you what you asked for. Remember to say a nice word for me."
"Easy to say, easy to say..." Sang Hongyang still had the same smile.
After a few words of conversation, Huo Guang said goodbye and left Sang Mansion.
And this guy Sang Hongyang!
Not long after Huo Guang left, his expression changed instantly, and he shouted in the mansion: "Madam, madam, go get some bamboo slips quickly, I want to make a copy."
"Xiang'er, hurry up and prepare clothes for me. I will go into the palace to meet His Majesty later."
"Finally I got it!"
...
...
Another half month has passed.
Seeing that everything in the restaurant was ready, Huo Guang discussed opening the restaurant with Mr. and Mrs. Wei, Fu San, Mrs. Qin and others.
only...
This place is not famous enough!
According to the customs and habits of the Han Dynasty, most of the princes and nobles liked to be guests in other people's homes, and rarely drank and had fun in public.
How can Huo Guang change this habit?
Or!
What must he do to turn these princes and nobles into happy guests here?
This is a problem!
When Huo Guang raised this issue, Bu San and Wei and others had little knowledge and could not offer any opinions at all. Huo Guang also felt that Mrs. Qin's suggestions were useless, so he rejected them one by one.
This time.
Several people are embarrassed here.
no way.
In the end, Huo Guang suggested: "There is nothing we can do anyway, why not just go ahead and write a copy and ask Jane to send it to the homes of the powerful people in Chang'an City."
Um...
You read that right, please Jane!
This was the saying in the Han Dynasty. In later generations, it will gradually evolve into invitations, invitations, etc.
As for Huo Guang's proposal.
Mr. and Mrs. Wei, who had always been stupid, raised objections and said, "Old cousin, this won't work, right? Although I am the Marquis of Yichun, and you are also the champion brother-in-law, we haven't given the crown ceremony yet."
"In the eyes of those adults."
"We are still just babies, and those princes and nobles may not necessarily appreciate us."
What Mr. Wei said makes sense.
but!
After hearing this, Huo Guang shook his head and said with a smile, "Who said I would use our names?"
Mr. and Mrs. Wei didn't understand and asked, "If it's not in our name, then in whose name? Bu San? Or Old Lady Qin? How can they compare to us!"
Ahem...
This little fat guy still looks down on the common people!
no way!
He has been a marquis since he was a child. This kind of thinking has long been ingrained and cannot be changed.
Huo Guang shook his head and said with a smile: "You are stupid. Can't we just use my uncle's name? My uncle is a general. If an invitation is sent in his name, who will not come?"
Mentioned Wei Qing.
A trace of fear clearly flashed in Mr. Wei's eyes.
This time!
He followed Huo Guang and was beaten more frequently.
"No, no, if my father finds out about this, he will beat me to death!" Mr. Wei shook his head like a rattle, and then asked: "Old cousin, why don't you do it in the name of your sick cousin!"
Hey, is this little fat guy a master?
wipe!
It's not easy to lie.
Huo Guang sighed pretentiously and said: "My brother is not the general now, our uncle is the general. Old cousin, you have to know that compared with the general, the status of the hussar general is still inferior. "
For now, this is indeed true!
But what if it takes another two years?
That's different.
Because two years later, the Han Dynasty went to war with the Huns. Brother Champion captured the enemy's hometown and the army returned in triumph. When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was happy, he awarded him a large number of rewards. At that time, the status of the two was equal.
They are all great Sima, no one is inferior to the other!
Seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Wei disagreed, Huo Guang had no choice but to change his words and said, "Then we will not send the invitation in the name of my uncle, but in the name of the General's Mansion."
"My brother also lives in the general's residence."
"Old Biao!"
"Do you think I'm not tricking you now?"
Mr. and Mrs. Wei curled his lips and said, "I didn't say you cheated me. Why do you keep mentioning the word 'trap'?"
Forehead...
The little fat man is a little drifting!
Forget it, no matter so much.
Anyway, Mr. and Mrs. Wei didn't object anymore, so Huo Guang decided to invite Jane in advance. Naturally, Huo Guang also did the work of writing the invitation letter.
aside.
Zhao Lingling was grinding for him.
Mr. and Mrs. Wei had nothing to do, so they just watched Huo Guang write and praised: "Old Biao, your handwriting is getting better and better!"
However.
In response to his compliment, Huo Guang glared at him and cursed: "It doesn't hurt when you stand and talk, right? You can try copying the arithmetic summary ten times a day, and you can write it when the time comes!"
"alright."
"Go and send those written to Jane, and don't stand here."
