Straight man of steel

Chapter 232 Became the Scenery of the People Upstairs

One after another, the dishes were brought to the pavilion next to the main building after an hour.

Xiaoya and the others arranged the drinks, bowls and chopsticks, Zhang Yuan washed his hands and changed into clean clothes, and sat around the stone table with Wei Qing.

Wei Qing didn't think about anything at first, and was about to set down his chopsticks to eat food, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhuo Wenjun on another bamboo building.

Zhuo Wenjun just leaned against the window on the second floor and looked at the surrounding scenery, which of course included people.

Seeing this scene, Wei Qing suddenly lost his appetite. He used his chopsticks to remove the braised pork from Zhang Yuan's chopsticks, and then pointed at the bamboo building.

Zhang Yuan looked back, and happened to meet Zhuo Wenjun's eyes.

It's a little awkward, but it doesn't matter after getting along for a long time.

"Xiaoya."

Zhang Yuan shouted loudly.

Xiaoya who was not far away ran over immediately when she heard Zhang Yuan's shout.

"Homeowner."

"Get some plates and distribute some of the dishes on the table to the eldest daughter of Xizhulou. She doesn't need to bring staple food after lunch."

Xiaoya smiled and squatted slightly and said.

"Here, maidservant, let's do it now."

In this way, neither Zhang Yuan nor Wei Qing moved their chopsticks, and only opened their mouths to enjoy the food after Xiaoya finished sharing the meal.

"Brother Yuan, I'm not talking about you, you have this skill, why don't you cook by yourself.

I have eaten these dishes today, and I am afraid that I will not be able to eat the dishes made by our chef for a few days after I go back. "

For a person like Wei Qing who is used to suffering and takes it for granted to say such things can already prove from the side that Zhang Yuan's cooking skills are many years ahead of this era.

"Needless to say too much, I'm just a word lazy, someone can do it as long as it's not so unpalatable.

If you can't eat the dishes at home, you can stay with me for a few more days. Although Chef Wang is not as good as me, he is worse than the chef at your house. "

"It's fine, anyway, my little brother has been bored these days.

I don't know how many people come to the door to give gifts and congratulate them all day long, and they can't be driven away.

Some of them have never met before, and all the feudal lords are rushing to come. Brother Yuan's place is so peaceful and relaxing. Even if there are people who want to come, they will probably give up when they think that this is Shanglin Garden. "

"Hey, it's all the same, eat this meal, and you won't have to eat at night."

"That's not okay, you can stay for a few days, and you can't miss a meal."

The two talked and laughed while eating, and the time passed quickly.

Wei Qing's bowl of millet rice was all gone, and Zhang Yuan also ate three bowls of rice, enough for the two of them to feed ten Zhuo Wenjun's meals, maybe a little more, maybe twenty.

Drinking a cup of strong tea after eating, and belching a few times, life is nothing more than that.

The mountain wind in the backyard made the bamboo leaves on the bamboo forest rustle, and the monotonous sound was like fairy music.

Zhang Yuan lacks nothing now, except the influence of music.

"Brother Qing, I heard that there is a set of chime bells among the rewards of the Marquis, can you lend them to Brother Yu?"

Wei Qing glanced at Zhang Yuan like a bumpkin.

"Brother, I won't be able to use that set of chime clocks until the time of offering sacrifices. Could you please lend them to you?"

Zhang Yuan felt the current social system's deep malice towards him, and the artistic cells in the bodies of literary and artistic youths were gradually being wiped out.

"You sit in the pavilion and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon adorns your windows, and you adorn other people's dreams. "

Zhang Yuan, who was feeling bored in his chest, suddenly recited this poem, but Wei Qing was startled again.

"Brother Yuan, don't talk nonsense, the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family has been watching you upstairs, but she didn't look at me.

Such words really cannot be said indiscriminately. "

This time it was Zhang Yuan's turn to look at Wei Qing like a fool.

"Hey, you don't understand the romance of a literati, a rude warrior."

"Wufu, are you wrong, but I'm not rude.

Do you know what people call me now?

Confucian generals, elegant generals.

Hehe, I’m not bragging, I’ve read a lot among martial artists. "

This time, Zhang Yuan looked at Wei Qing more like a fool.

For the generals of the Han Dynasty, if you exclude reading documents and the like, if you only talk about reading books, the number of words added up is equal to no more than ten characters per head.

Can this also be boasted? ? ?

"Young brother, don't say that you study a lot when you go out in the future, it's shameful."

Wei Qing obviously disagreed with what Zhang Yuan said, and started arguing as soon as his face darkened.

"Brother Yuan, do you know Dongfang Shuo?"

Zhang Yuan nodded. Zhang Yuan naturally knew Dongfang Shuo who was still waiting for the bus, and he knew more than others.

"So what if you know."

Seeing that Zhang Yuan said he knew it, Wei Qing smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty once said that this man is the most read person in the world today.

He has read more than 40-character books, and his younger brother, who is not talented, has also read [-]-character books.

In the whole of Chang'an, he is already regarded as the best, so I don't know what shame it is to say it. "

Zhang Yuan couldn't say anything about it. The current bamboo slips can only record hundreds of words in one scroll, which is still a lot.

If a book with more than 40 words is pulled by a wooden cart, it is estimated that it can pull several large carts.

Thinking of the difference in dimensions, Zhang Yuan did not continue to argue with Wei Qing, but instead mentioned papermaking.

"Young brother, what I want to do is to record thousands of words on a thing the size of a palm."

"impossible."

Without even thinking about it, Wei Qing shook his head and said.

"Brother Yuan, silk is the thing that can write the most words now, and a piece of silk may write down thousands of words, but it is extravagantly expensive.

Don't say that ordinary people can't afford it, even you and I can't afford it. "

"What I want to make is what I call paper, which is lighter and thinner than silk, and the cost and manpower required to make it are much lower.

I can't guarantee that everyone in the big Han can afford it, but if it can go through decades of development, it will definitely be able to be used by ordinary people above middle households. "

The middle households of the big man are only able to eat enough to have a place to live, the lower households are people who cannot eat enough, and the upper households may only have one more livestock than the middle households.

What Zhang Yuan said directly attracted Wei Qing's attention, and then Zhang Yuan went to the backyard to chop a bamboo, split the bamboo, took out the bamboo membrane inside and spread it out in front of Wei Qing.

"The paper is similar to this bamboo film, but it is thicker and easier to preserve."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuan also took a brush and wrote a poem on the bamboo film.

'Hanging the clouds and sailing directly to help the sea, there will be times when the wind and the waves cleave. '

If Zhang Yuan hadn't shown it to Wei Qing, Wei Qing really didn't know that there was such a film inside the bamboo, and that it could really write on it. It is not a lie.

"Brother Yuan, find a wooden box to pack this bamboo film, and I will set off to Pingyang Hou's Mansion to present it to His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess."

Zhang Yuan looked at Wei Qing in astonishment and asked.

"Don't you stay for a few more days?"

"It will be a long time in the future, and there will be a few days between brothers. This matter still matters."

"Well, the bamboo membrane is fragile. I'll ask someone to find some tidbits and put them in a box for your convenience."

"it is good."

Not long after, Zong Xing got a bouquet of tidbits, which were actually pompoms on top of dandelion seeds. Now that there is no cotton, this kind of thing can only be used instead. If it is wool or other animal hair, it may be directly The bamboo film was crushed.

After handing over the wooden box to Wei Qing, Wei Qing left Zhang's mansion on his beloved horse.

(End of this chapter)