Returning to Chang'an Township, I met Ah Chao head-on.
"Master!"
Since that day, he ordered A Chao to send some fertilizer to Princess Yangzi every day. Unknowingly, it has been quite a while, and I wonder if Princess Yangzi is grateful to him? Have you developed a crush on him?
Why! A beautiful girl is hard to find!
"That's right." Suddenly, Li Zhao approached Ah Chao nervously, put his ear to his ear and asked, "Did Princess Yangzi mention me?"
Ah Chao didn't know why, shook his head and said truthfully: "Princess is busy looking for good poems during this period, how can she have time to think of you?"
Just after he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and apologized quickly, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the princess didn't think of you, no, the princess didn't have time to miss you, no..."
For a moment, he was incoherent, as if no matter how he explained it, he was wrong.
Li Zhao had a black line on his head, but he didn't care. He asked with interest: "What is the purpose of looking for good poems, princess?"
Ah Chao didn't dare to hide anything, so he told what he heard.
It turned out that the younger generation in the aristocratic circle spontaneously organized a poetry gathering. Princess Yangzi loved poetry, so she participated. However, although she loved poetry, she could not compose poetry, so she prepared to look for a good poem. However, after visiting many great scholars, she was not satisfied. If you are satisfied, everyone will disperse to look for it.
Ah Chao delivers fertilizer every day and gets to know them as he comes and goes, so this task also falls on him.
"Master, can you compose poetry?" A Chao asked.
"Me!" Li Zhao smiled sullenly and couldn't help stroking his thick hair from his forehead. He was about to say that of course he could write poetry, and he was very good at it.
However, Ah Chao waved his hands and said to himself in disgust: "Hey! How can I ask the young master? Isn't this embarrassing him?"
"The young master only knows how to farm, and poetry is an elegant thing. How can a rough guy like the young master do this?"
"That's all, I'd better look for other great scholars!"
After having more contact with the young master, I feel that the young master is quite approachable, and the young master usually does not have any authority towards him, so his words are naturally much more casual.
Soon, Achao walked away shaking his head.
Li Zhao has another black streak. This bastard is beginning to look both older and younger.
Moreover, he actually underestimated him. Is he a rough man? Well, even if he is a rough man, even if he cannot compose poetry, he can write poetry silently! There are thousands of Tang poems and Song lyrics, so you can always write some!
Looking at Ah Chao's retreating figure, he was so angry that his eyes were straight.
No, he couldn't be underestimated by Ah Chao. He got a collection of poems, which shocked Ah Chao and let him try the feeling of being despised.
After returning to my residence, I immediately retreated for a long time and wrote down all the Tang poems and Song lyrics that I could think of. I felt that I was still not satisfied, so I added another poem:
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to take a breath when it is suddenly warm and then cold... How can you be so dark alone while guarding the window? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
At this moment, only Li Qingzhao could feel his grievance and sadness the most. They were all the same people in the world!
His majestic lord was looked down upon by a servant, how could he be so sad?
Also, he treated Yangzi like this, but Yangzi didn't ask him to find poetry, but called Achao, a bastard, which really made him sad!
After venting all at once, I feel much better.
But it was not enough. He had to urge Xiao He to make paper quickly, and then teach him the printing method, so that this collection of poems could be published.
Printing is also one of the four great inventions, and he still has a general understanding of it.
After publishing it, he wanted everyone to know that he could compose poetry, and he wanted everyone to think of him when they read his poems.
A few days later, Xiao He finally made paper. Although making paper was unexpected, Li Zhao was still very happy.
At first glance, this paper is better than expected. It is golden, a little rough, but extremely absorbent. It is just a little bit different from rice paper in the 21st century! He believes that once the production techniques become more proficient, the quality will be improved to another level.
Xiao He tried to write with a brush, and it turned out to be extremely convenient and faster. Dozens of words could be written on a piece of paper, which was equivalent to the size of a bamboo scroll.
This discovery is incredible! A piece of paper is worth a bamboo roll, what an amazing discovery.
“It’s indeed a good thing!
He calculated very carefully, and made about ten bamboo rolls based on the raw materials he collected for experiments. Those were only minuscule raw materials, and the price was negligible, but the price of one bamboo roll was about ten and a half taels.
For the same amount of writing, one is expensive and the other is almost free. You can tell which one is better and which one is worse at a glance.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the weight of a piece of paper is negligible, but the weight of a bamboo roll is extremely heavy.
No matter in terms of price or weight, paper is better than a bamboo roll thousands of miles away. What does this mean? It means the survival of the fittest. It means that a new thing will be born, which means that this is a great change.
The beginning of change actually came from his hands.
How maddening!
Xiao He was very excited.
"Master!" At this moment, he admired Li Zhao even more, "How did you come up with such a method of making it?"
He seemed to be looking forward to it, and his thirst for knowledge once again made him break the casserole and ask the question.
Li Zhao glanced at him funny and thought to himself that this guy is crazy! But in order to show that he was taller, he smoothed his thick hair from his forehead and said, "Of course I thought of it. Master, I am a smart person."
One 'smart' is enough to explain anything.
Xiao He nodded in understanding, muttering in his heart: It seems that he is also very smart! Why can't you think of it?
"Xiao He, do you know the value of this thing?" Li Zhao suddenly became serious, and Xiao He also put away his excitement and said solemnly: "Of course I do, this is a great innovation."
"You?" Li Zhao was very angry. For such an epoch-making thing, all he thought about was innovation, and his brain was corrupted by something.
"No, it's not innovation, it's money."
"Money?" Xiao He thought thoughtfully, and soon realized, yes! It's money! If he puts this thing on the market, he can expect that there will be many people competing for it. Isn't it all money?
"The young master is really quick-thinking and full of wisdom." He wanted to say that the young master was really just mercenary, but he changed his mind.
Being praised like this, Li Zhao felt very happy and started to talk more, "Of course, young master, I have great talents. Not only can I invent and create, but I can also write poems and songs."
Um! The young master also knows poetry and songs? Everyone who understands poetry is elegant, but the young master is a farmer, so he cannot be compared to elegance!
Li Zhao saw that Xiao He didn't believe it, so he was naturally unhappy. He raised his head and said, "You don't believe it? Hehe! I'll tell you after I show you something."
So, he ran to the inner room and brought out a large number of bamboo scrolls, unfolding them all, revealing the crooked small seal script.
Xiao He didn't know what kind of medicine the young master was selling in the gourd. When he looked closer, he could see the words clearly even though the words were ugly.
"This is...poem?" Xiao He was surprised.
"Of course, this is a poem I wrote in one breath, young master. It is absolutely shocking to the heavens and ghosts." Li Zhao said proudly.
Xiao He didn't seem to hear it and fell into a state of obsession again.
With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red color flew across the swing...
There will be endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, there will be endless spring willows and spring flowers filling the painting building...
These, after all, are really poems, and they are so beautiful that they make people think deeply, especially the artistic conception of the poems. When he read them, he felt as if he was immersed in love.
The young master is a farmer, but he really understands poetry, no, he can compose poetry.
What a great talent!
