After eating the steamed buns and feeling full, Li Yue sat comfortably in the rocking chair with a cup of hot tea and didn't want to move.
Seeing Zhang Yang busy stirring the paper pulp, he also added some powdery things into it.
Li Yue took a sip of hot tea and watched with interest.
As night falls, warm candles are lit at home.
After stirring the pulp again, Zhang Yang also moved a chair and sat down.
Li Yue liked this time very much. Zhang Yang sat quietly without doing anything.
The next day, at dawn.
Zhang Yang fished out the pulp early.
The pulp squares are laid out on the wooden board.
Waiting for the sun to dry the pulp, the paper will take shape.
Looking inside the room, Li Yue was changing clothes, "Your pajamas are not easy to use at all."
Changing clothes in front of her husband.
It’s true that she doesn’t treat her husband as a man.
Zhang Yang walked into the room and said, "Isn't it too loose?"
Li Yue is very thin.
The newly made pajamas hang like a big piece of cloth on the body.
Zhang Yang combed her hair. Li Yue's hair was of good quality and felt very comfortable when stroking it.
Li Yue whispered: "Let's go out and watch the river lanterns on the Ghost Festival."
It's rare to hear Li Yue want to take the initiative to go out and walk around.
Combed Li Yue's hair and watched her put on her coat.
Noticing Zhang Yang's gaze, Li Yue stared blankly.
Zhang Yang whispered: "Do you think your bastard father won't come back?"
Li Yue looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Maybe."
After the two had breakfast, Li Yue continued to weave at the spinning wheel.
Zhang Yang was busy shredding paper.
Until noon.
Midday sleepiness came over me.
Zhang Yang moved the deck chair under the eaves of his house, lay on the deck chair, closed his eyes and took a nap.
Li Yue had no habit of taking a nap before.
Zhang Yang has this habit, and Li Yue also has this habit.
Smelling a faint fragrance, Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes and saw Li Yue curled up next to him and sleeping.
Li Yue murmured as if she felt she was awake.
Cover her with a thin blanket.
Zhang Yang came to his yard and looked at the condition of the paper.
Tear a piece of dried paper from the board.
The paper is thick.
Because there are no decent tools, you can still see uneven spots on the paper due to uneven condensation of pulp.
"Huh? Did you really make paper?"
I don't know when, Li Yue also woke up, and she was standing behind with a blanket in her arms.
Li Yue stretched out her hand and carefully tore off a piece of paper from the board with her slender fingers. She observed the light yellow paper and smelled it.
Zhang Yang said: "This paper cannot be eaten."
Li Yue snorted coldly and said: "How stupid do you think I am, that I can even eat paper?"
Zhang Yang said: "I see you have a great appetite."
Li Yue quickly took off all the papers from the board, and then made a gesture to carry them back to the house.
Zhang Yang said quickly: "Leave a few for use in the toilet!"
Li Yue turned back and glared at Zhang Yang and said, "Who knows how to use paper to go to the toilet!"
Zhang Yang said: "I really use it for that..."
Li Yue carried all the papers back into the house, as if she had found a treasure.
Then with a bang, the door closed.
Fortunately, there is still a lot of pulp in the bucket.
At night, Zhang Yang covered the barrel containing the pulp and walked out of the house wearing a mask.
Paper is very expensive and it is impossible for ordinary people to use paper for a long time.
Taking the mask he made himself, Zhang Yang came to a pen, ink and paper shop.
Putting the barrel in front of the store, Zhang Yang said to the waiter: "May I ask if the shopkeeper is here?"
Seeing that Zhang Yang was behaving strangely, he even wore a mask to cover his mouth and nose.
The waiter asked cautiously: "What can I do for you?"
Zhang Yang opened the lid of the barrel and said, "I have paper pulp here. I want to ask the store if he wants this."
Paper is always in short supply.
The pulp raw materials are each company’s secret recipe.
Ordinary shops can only buy paper from outside, but not pulp.
Hearing that it was paper pulp, the clerk quickly walked into the store.
Paper is purchased one by one.
Paper pulp is different. One barrel of pulp can make thousands of sheets of paper.
Shops that were already in short supply were desperate for pulp.
The shopkeeper walked out and saw Zhang Yang and said, "Young man, do you really have pulp?"
Zhang Yang opened the lid of the barrel and said, "Take a look."
The shopkeeper is a person who knows the goods well. He can tell that it is pulp just by looking at the color of the pulp in the bucket.
After looking at it for a long time, the shopkeeper said: "The quality of your barrel of pulp is not very good. Let's do this. I bought the barrel of pulp for five guanqian and gave it to a friend. If you have pulp in the future, you can sell it to me."
People like this who cover their appearance and come to sell things generally have unknown origins.
Maybe this bucket of paper pulp was stolen by the young man in front of me.
Five Guan money is definitely profitable for the shopkeeper.
As for the origin, the shopkeeper didn't want to know.
"Five coins?"
Zhang Yang picked up the barrel and said, "I still poured it."
After saying that, Zhang Yang took the bucket and poured out the slurry water in the bucket.
"Wait a minute!" the shopkeeper shouted quickly.
The pulp kept pouring, and when he saw that half of it had been poured, the shopkeeper slapped his thigh anxiously and distressedly and shouted: "Stop pouring."
Only then did Zhang Yang stop.
The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and said, "Boy, if you think the price is not right, just say so. What did you do with it? What a pity."
Zhang Yang said: "What price does the shopkeeper think is appropriate now?"
The shopkeeper looked around and saw that no one was paying attention and said, "How about thirty guan?"
Zhang Yang said: "It might have been worth thirty guan just now, but now it's only half of it. Give me 60 guan or I'll throw away the half!"
After hearing this, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "You kid, don't push yourself too far."
Zhang Yang said: "If you don't want it, I will lose everything."
Seeing this, Zhang Yang really wanted to fall.
The shopkeeper took out a piece of silver cake and said, "I'll give you this silver cake. Don't dump it. It's too much!"
Zhang Yang accepted the silver cake, left the bucket and pulp, and turned around to leave.
Curious items to live in.
Datang, where paper was scarce, had no bargaining power for them.
It would be good to buy some pulp raw materials.
Zhang Yang was walking on his way home. It was the Ghost Festival soon, and there were many pedestrians walking on the street.
Turning into a deserted street, Zhang Yang noticed someone following him.
The pulp raw materials are passed down from generation to generation, and each generation keeps it secret, and it will never be spread to outsiders.
Even if the shop wants to buy paper, it can only get finished paper.
I won’t even show you the pulp.
Zhang Yang didn't want to be arrested and put in a room to make pulp every day.
Entering the bustling wine shop, Zhang Yang squeezed into the crowd, taking off his black coat and mask as he walked.
The wine shop owner saw Zhang Yang coming and immediately stepped forward to greet him.
The boss was a ranger. When he saw Zhang Yang walking into the backyard of the shop without looking back, and then seeing someone rushing to catch up behind Zhang Yang, he immediately understood what was happening.
Those who open wine shops often have the widest connections among the rangers.
The boss shouted, and the drinkers crowded over and stopped the pursuer of Zhang Yang.
Without Zhang Yang’s distiller’s grains, the shop would not be doing such good business now.
This kindness cannot be repaid just this time.
The boss opened a jar with a smile and gave it to the drinkers for free.
Then walk out of the back door of the liquor store.
Walking into the crowd again, Zhang Yang looked back and saw that he had gotten rid of the person who was following him.
After walking on the street for a while and confirming that the other party was no longer following him, Zhang Yang returned home.
With this piece of silver cake, you can buy a piece of land outside.
The family must always have a long-term income.
Now I have some capital.
When he returned home, Li Yue had just finished making a piece of clothing.
Holding the clothes, Li Yue took small steps with a sense of accomplishment and said: "Would you like to try it on?"
Zhang Yang put on the clothes and tried them on, then looked at his sleeves and said, "Your sleeves are quite unique."
One sleeve is long and one sleeve is short.
Li Yue shook her head in frustration, "I'll change it again."
After saying that, she took the clothes and went to cut them.
Li Yue, who was not tall, frowned and carefully made each cut, checking each time.
After a while, Li Yue held up the clothes and said, "Try again."
Zhang Yang looked at the clothes again. There was no problem with the sleeves. He looked at the hem and said, "The idea of your clothes is quite avant-garde."
Li Yue pursed her lips unconvinced, looking at the hem of the clothes at Zhang Yang's knees, whether it was long or short.
Short skirts were very common in later generations, and Li Yue’s idea was more than a thousand years ahead of its time.
Li Yue said: "Take it off and I will change it."
Until late at night, Zhang Yang concentrated on drawing a picture.
Li Yue came back with the finished clothes, saw the design drawn on the board and said, "What is this?"
The drawings of the ancients did not have so many markings, dotted lines, or three-dimensional views.
Zhang Yang's design drawings are based on drawings from later generations.
Li Yue whispered, "Your drawing is quite detailed, including the height, width, and slope of the roof. I have never seen such a detailed drawing."
While Zhang Yang was wearing the clothes Li Yue handed him, he was secretly surprised that this girl could understand.
The new clothes are worn, but there are a lot of threads on them.
The clothes as a whole look like stitched lines hanging from the clothes like centipedes.
Zhang Yang said: "Your hands-on ability still needs to be improved."
Li Yue gritted her teeth, turned around, walked back to her room, and closed her door very hard.
The inner frustration of not being able to make clothes well made it difficult for her to live with herself.
In Chang'an City, the shopkeeper of the pen, ink and paper shop came to a house on Zhuque Street with a bucket of paper pulp given by Zhang Yang.
After hearing what the shopkeeper said, the door of the house invited the shopkeeper in.
The shopkeeper came to the owner of the house and bowed and said: "I have seen the great scholar, and someone sold the villain a barrel of paper pulp today."
The light of the candle was very dim, and the owner's expression could not be seen clearly. The shopkeeper bowed and said: "I have been dealing with pens, inks, paper and inkstones for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen pulp of such good quality."
Yu Shinan, a bachelor of Hongwen Hall, walked to the barrel of pulp with slightly labored steps.
The shopkeeper said: "The pulp seller is a young man."
The old Yu Shinan picked up the pulp with his hands and observed it carefully.
The shopkeeper continued, "I have seen a lot of paper pulp, and I know the quality of the pulps sent from all over the country. But this is the first time I have seen this pulp. It seems to be made with a different secret recipe."
Yu Shinan's cloudy eyes observed the tiny fibers in the pulp.
Seeing that Yu Shinan didn't speak, the shopkeeper had no choice but to stand aside.
After a long time, Yu Shinan wanted to straighten up.
The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to help.
Yu Shinan said with a slightly hoarse voice: "Who is that boy selling you pulp?"
The shopkeeper replied: "The other party came here with a mask on, and he didn't want to reveal his name even if he wanted to. The villain sent people to follow him and wanted to find out where he lived, but he lost track of him."
Yu Shinan coughed several times.
Even coughing seemed to have exhausted Yu Shinan's full strength.
The shopkeeper helped Yu Shinan sit down again and said, "You should also pay attention to your health."
Yu Shinan smiled bitterly, "Aristocratic families have mastered the art of making paper. They use the paper to compile books, but they use it to control the scholars."
The shopkeeper whispered: "If the papermaking technique can be used by your majesty, it will be a great blessing for scholars in the world."
Yu Shinan said; "Let's look for it again, let's look for it..."
His voice became lower and lower, and Yu Shinan walked to the bed with a cane and lay down with difficulty.
The shopkeeper saluted Yu Shinan and said, "I will try my best to find this person."
Yu Shinan is already very old.
It seems like he will die at any time.
I also hope that Yu Shinan can retire from the court as soon as possible and take care of himself.
The shopkeeper hurriedly left the mansion, recalling the figure of the pulp seller in his mind.
One night passed, and when the morning breeze blew through, Chang'an City returned to its former bustle.
Chang'an City Imperial Medical Office.
Lu Zhaolin had dark circles under his eyes, and there were pieces of tea leaves in front of him.
A group of doctors from the Imperial Medical Office were also a little stunned at this moment.
Still can't make fried tea.
Li Shimin looked at these imperial doctors and sighed.
Lu Zhaolin weakly walked up to Li Shimin and said: "Your Majesty, I drink several kilograms of tea every day. I have not been able to sleep well for three days and three nights. Your Majesty, I am really trying to redeem myself..."
The Imperial Medical Office is filled with piles of brewed tea leaves.
June is almost here.
Where can I find tea after this season?
Lu Zhaolin added: "I am not good at learning."
After saying this, Lu Zhaolin looked at the pillar beside him and said, "I would like to kill you headlong to express my gratitude to the world and to express my gratitude for Your Majesty's kindness of knowing me."
Looking at Lu Zhaolin's appearance, Li Shimin whispered: "That's it, you did your best."
Apart from fried tea, Lu Zhaolin's medical skills were still admirable. It would be a pity to die.
Lu Zhaolin choked and sniffed, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will work hard to study medicine in the future."
Returning to his Manna Palace, Li Shimin felt that some people were very evil recently. Cheng Chumo, Cheng Yaojin's son, had been looking for a man named Lu Zhishen recently, saying that he wanted to sworn brothers with Lu Zhishen.
And Li Xiaogong got a good knife. He almost searched all the blacksmith shops in Chang'an City, but he couldn't find the person who made it.
It has made the blacksmiths in Chang'an afraid to open their doors for business recently.
Li Shimin looked at the few remaining tea leaves in the Manlu Hall with a solemn expression.
Seeing that the tea is almost gone, I can't ask my daughter for tea in person.
