Lishan's development progressed rapidly. After discussion with Niu Chuang, the warrior Yun decided to distribute some tedious and low-skilled tasks to people in other villages and counties.
Because of what happened before Taifu Temple, Lishan is closest to Lantian County and Weinan County, and these two counties are the fastest to receive the benefits of this handicraft distribution.
However, this has also made many surrounding villages and counties dissatisfied. These villages and counties did not cooperate with the work of Taifu Temple at first, but now they cannot share the benefits.
There were more and more gossips about Lishan, and the warrior Yu had a quarrel with these villages and counties who had objections.
If we could cooperate well with Taifu Temple back then, we could share some with them now.
Li Tai didn't care about this kind of thing. He looked at the Lishan industrial map in front of him and felt very sad when he thought that Mr. Yu Shinan had passed away.
Sitting in his own house, there are articles written by the old gentleman on his desk.
I want to use work to fill my troubled emotions, but this kind of emotion cannot be suppressed no matter what.
Princess Yan of Wei saw King Wei's thoughts and whispered: "Why don't His Highness King Wei write a eulogy and ask my father to send it to the old gentleman's home."
Yu Shinan was kind to Li Tai, and it was useless to use work to escape. Li Tai nodded and said: "Well, I will write a eulogy."
The old gentleman's teachings were naturally unforgettable. After Li Tai finished writing his eulogy, he asked Princess Wei to arrange for someone to take Yan Liben's hand and deliver it to Yu Shinan's home.
At this moment in Chang'an City, many people came to mourn the old gentleman.
Changsun Wuji sat in the hall and mourned for Yu Shinan, always thinking about the old gentleman's advice in his mind.
Seeing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also coming, Changsun Wuji stood up to greet him.
It's very quiet here, and there are many people lining up in front of the old gentleman's memorial tablet, waiting to come and salute.
Changsun Wuji and Li Chengqian whispered a few words, and then walked to the back of the courtyard together.
There was no one here, so Li Chengqian whispered: "I wonder what uncle has to say to me?"
Changsun Wuji nodded slightly, "The old gentleman had a conversation with me before he passed away."
Li Chengqian replied: "I know clearly. After that, my uncle talked with Chu Suiliang, and then Chu Suiliang persuaded his father to take control of Lishan."
Before Changsun Wuji could speak again, Li Chengqian continued: "My father said that Chu Suiliang was not good at political affairs, but he only loved calligraphy. If he concentrates on calligraphy, that would be all."
Seeing that Changsun Wuji didn't look good, Li Chengqian persuaded him again: "Uncle, Chu Suiliang is still young. He should get more training in political affairs."
Changsun Wuji sighed, "Your Highness, if Zhang Yang is not careless about the political affairs in front of him, he must have a bigger conspiracy."
Li Chengqian nodded slightly, "Uncle, my father has always been afraid of Lishan Mountain."
"In this case, I can rest assured."
Seeing him going to attend to the guests again, Li Chengqian frowned and looked at him. Now that his uncle was powerful in the court, although the prime minister could preside over the affairs of the court, he still had to consult with his uncle about hiring people.
Zheng Gong is old and appears to be declining.
Now the only person in the court who can challenge his uncle is the rites department led by Xu Jingzong.
It is indeed a pity that Yu Shinan passed away, but this old gentleman no longer held an official position two years ago.
My father had long thought that he would pass away, maybe in the past two years.
Now that the old gentleman has passed away, he has no influence on the government.
However, there were so many nobles who came to mourn. Li Chengqian looked at his uncle's conversation with these people, and it seemed that in a few words, his uncle had become the backbone of them.
It can be seen that Changsun Wuji used this to mourn Yu Shinan, and also wanted to accept the literati who Yu Shinan had led.
At that time, many of these scholars were apprenticed to the respected old gentleman, and now they are also willing to be apprenticed to Changsun Wuji.
This seems to be a kind of succession, but Li Chengqian is very dissatisfied with his uncle's behavior.
Seeing a servant sobbing softly and carrying a bucket of water, Li Chengqian asked, "Have you been following the old gentleman for a long time?"
The servant put down the bucket and saluted the prince: "Your Highness, I have been here since the old gentleman joined the Tang Dynasty as an official. At that time, it was still the Wude Dynasty."
Li Chengqian stared at the bucket of water and asked doubtfully: "This is it?"
The servant replied: "This is the pulp that someone sold to the paper mill. It was seven years ago. After the old gentleman reported the matter to His Majesty, he has been having people prepare the pulp."
Li Chengqian lowered his head and looked at the paper pulp, "After all, the old gentleman has always been thinking about the country."
The servant replied: "Then the old gentleman saw Lishan paper. Lishan paper looked very much like it was made of this kind of paper pulp, but then it became different. In the past two years, the old gentleman didn't care about it again."
Now that he thought about it, Li Chengqian understood that the original pulp was made by Zhang Yang, but after several improvements in the formula of Lishan paper, it is now tough and can be used for calligraphy, making it very easy to use.
Many officials in Chang'an City use Lishan paper.
This kind of paper is very cheap, cheaper and easier to use than rice paper and mulberry paper outside.
An old man's mourning has become a place for Changsun Wuji to attract people's hearts.
This made Li Chengqian feel very uncomfortable. He didn't like his uncle doing this. His father already relied on him so much.
The prince left in disappointment without attracting the attention of others.
Changsun Wuji noticed the prince leaving and continued talking to the nobles in front of him without saying anything.
At the beginning of the twelfth year of Zhenguan, Chaozhongfang was very busy, and Li Chengqian would come to Chongdefang in his spare time.
He noticed Zhang Daan, who was sitting alone at a bakery stall reading a book.
"What do you think of Chongdefang?" Li Chengqian asked with a smile.
"Very good." Zhang Daan echoed, and when he saw that the person in front of him was the prince, he saluted quickly and said: "Your Highness."
Li Chengqian waved his hand to signal him to be quiet and said with a smile: "I come here for a walk in my spare time. Chongde Square can be built thanks to Zhang Yang's suggestion."
Zhang Daan still kept his hands on the scroll and looked down at the book.
Li Chengqian said again: "You are still the same, you like to read books."
"Reading can often enlighten my subordinates. I was busy with governance in Liaodong and read less. After returning to Chang'an, I often read. My brother also taught me to read more, think more, and think more."
Li Chengqian took a sip of tea and said, "It was Zhang Yang who guided you to enlightenment and you are where you are now."
Zhang Daan then put down the scroll and said, "Last year, Liaodong taxes were paid to the DPRK with two million shi of grain. Facts have proved that Liaodong can also become a prosperous place. Why does the DPRK still not send people to govern it?"
Hearing this, Li Chengqian's expression was solemn, "Da'an, you are indeed talented in governing Liaodong, but you are also young, and you know the bitter cold in Liaodong. After August, there will be no more crops to harvest. My father is still worried about this."
Zhang Daan nodded and continued reading.
"What did Xu Jingzong do?"
"He said he was taking the food envoy to see his brother."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Zhang Daan were talking word by word.
There are too many young leaders in the Ministry of Rites, such as Zhang Da'an, Zhang Xiangxiang, Pei Xingjian, and Di Zhisun. These people are ministers of the Ministry of Rites. They can be sent to the border to manage the border, and they can also build troops and horses.
Zhang Da'an was able to govern Liaodong and lead troops to capture the capital of Goguryeo.
The same is true for Pei Xingjian. He built the Anxi Protectorate with 3,000 soldiers and horses, and he could also build soldiers and horses in the four towns of Anxi. He and Xue Rengui, with 5,000 soldiers, were able to sweep away the Tianshan Mountains and rely on them to build an army in the Western Regions. Send 30,000 troops to the aid of Persia.
The Hexi Corridor run by Di Zhisun has now become a prosperous place in Hexi.
These people are talented people.
If it were Chang Sun Wuji, these talented people would continue to stay under his sect.
Zhang Yang was different. He left the court decisively and no longer had any contact with the Ministry of Rites.
At this moment in Lishan, Xu Jingzong brought Musabu, the food envoy, to the outside of Lishan Village. Musabu is the grandson of Abu, the foodie wise man.
This man looked to be about thirty years old and was wearing shabby clothes unique to the Great Eater. He was very thin and dark-skinned. He always had gold objects hanging on his body, and he was followed by several Eater servants.
Xu Jingzong didn't like big cannibals, and he asked this big cannibal to come to see the county prince because Pei Xingjian was the minister of the Ministry of Rites.
When he heard that Pei Xingjian was sent to Persia by Zhang Yang, his first thought was to go to Lishan.
Moreover, it was Zhongshu Sheng’s intention to let him see Zhang Yang.
Not because the artillery was also made by Lishan, Musab was determined to see Zhang Yang this time.
And it concerns whether Datang and Dashi are at war or in peace.
After waiting here for an hour, the big food messenger kept sitting cross-legged and silent.
Musa'ab's feet were bare and without shoes, and the rest of the food servants were also without shoes.
As if the great eater did not like hair, this Musab had no hair, and neither did his servants.
Xu Jingzong paced back and forth and waited. When he saw someone finally coming out of the village, he saluted and said, "County Marquis."
"Old Xu, don't bring people to Lishan anymore. The general is trying out the artillery to avoid being blown up."
Xu Jingzong's smile froze on his face, and there was another explosion in the distance, followed by several more bursts of laughter.
Zhang Yang looked at these big cannibals and thought that now that their territory has expanded and reached the other side of the Mediterranean, they also brought the Kunlun slaves?
Musab's eyes slowly opened, and he saw this monster who was full of rumors in Chang'an City.
"Are you a monster?"
Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "I am not a monster, but they all say that I am a monster."
Musab added in unfamiliar Guanzhong dialect: "They say you have two hearts."
Zhang Yang added: "Just kidding, I only have one heart."
Musab stood up slowly and said again: "Did you create the weapons that level the mountains and rivers?"
The generals have been studying artillery and discussing the art of war for a long time. Zhang Yang said melancholy: "I also have a headache. You said they just use artillery. They have to blow up the ground outside our Lishan Mountain into craters. In June It’s the rainy season in Guanzhong again, so there will be water accumulation.”
Musab looked at the man in front of him and said, "You are very young."
Zhang Yang looked at each other and said, "You and I are about the same age."
Musab bowed and said, "There are wise men in Dashi, but the wise men in Dashi are all old."
"I think all big eaters are barbarians and people without wisdom."
"No, we have wisdom!"
He was very dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's evaluation.
Zhang Yang folded his hands and said, "Really? I don't think that if you were smart, you wouldn't have been defeated by Pei Xingjian with 30,000 soldiers and 300,000 troops."
As the words fell, the scars in Musab's heart were revealed, and he gritted his teeth and glared.
Zhang Yang glanced at him disdainfully, "What? You want to fight?"
The servant behind Musab was eager to try, and Xu Jingzong also became nervous, leaning forward slightly to protect the Marquis of Lishan County.
I thought it would be a peaceful conversation, but it turned out to be so discordant.
Musab maintained his calmness, "Why should we help Persia? The Persians drove us into a bitter cold land. We are seeking revenge."
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "Because Persia has surrendered to the Tang Dynasty and is a country of subjects of the Tang Dynasty, we must help them."
"You're rude."
"I'm already very polite."
"People like you will die in Dashi."
"I'm still alive."
The two spoke briefly.
Not far away there was the sound of artillery explosions and the cheers of a group of generals.
Li Jing and Yu Chigong were discussing in a low voice and noticed the big cannibal who was talking to Zhang Yang.
"Is that a cannibal?" Li Jing asked with a frown.
"What the pharmacist doesn't know is that there is now a very powerful figure in the Ministry of Rites, named Pei Xingjian. This man led a group of people from the Western Regions to penetrate into Persia alone and defeated 300,000 cannibals."
"Well, there are indeed some methods."
Li Jing gave a fair evaluation.
After the conquest of the Turks, Li Jing began to close his doors to no visitors. At that time, many generals lamented that now the pharmacist could go out of his house and talk about military strategies with everyone, which made Yuchi Gong and others feel happy.
We are all veterans of the past. It would be so satisfying to be able to sit together and talk about old times one day.
Zhang Yang sat down, picked up the cup hanging on his waist and took a sip of tea, "Envoy, it's useless for you to come to see me. Whether Datang and Dashi are at war or not has nothing to do with me. It all depends on the court. the meaning of."
Xu Jingzong also echoed: "Xiaoguan told him this a long time ago that he wanted to come to Lishan to meet him, and he even asked someone to write a memorial to Zhongshu Province. This meeting was arranged by Zhongshu Province for Xiaguan .”
Putting the tea cup in his hand on the stone table, Zhang Yang said calmly: "I know that you are the grandson of Abu, and Abu was also the first person to follow Muhammad. What kind of person was the prophet you feasted on? "
"A prophet is the service of God, and his words are God's will."
Musab said with a very serious expression.
Zhang Yang asked again: "Where is the god you mentioned?"
Musab pointed to the sun.
Zhang Yang suddenly laughed, and he was so surprised.
"Are you mocking the prophet?"
Zhang Yang said: "Yes, I am mocking the prophet's ignorance."
Musabu trembled all over and gritted his teeth: "How dare you!"
"By the way, your prophet died not long ago, and I shouldn't say such things before his body is cold."
Zhang Yang picked up the tea cup and blew the warm tea. "To me, the sun is just a burning fireball. It will eventually go out."
"You are blaspheming the prophet!"
Musab said angrily, clenching his hands into fists and shaking with anger.
