A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Li Tai's eyes lit up, he looked at the expressionless Prince Li Chengqian and said: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Don't think about it. I will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, with dusty faces and temples. Like frost."

As soon as the first half came out, Li Shimin just picked up the teacup and put it down again, "What a sad sentence."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Don't think about it. You can't forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave for thousands of miles." Empress Changsun also nodded. There is nowhere to say desolate."

Li Shimin's hands were shaking, thinking of the people who died in the war crying in front of the grave, he couldn't help but feel throbbing in his heart.

Li Tai went on to read: "Yelai Youmeng suddenly returned home. Xiaoxuan window. I was dressing up. We looked at each other without words, but weeping a thousand lines. It is expected that the place where the heart will be broken every year, the moonlit night, short Matsuoka."

"There are no words for each other, but only tears for a thousand lines." Li Shimin sighed.

Li Tai said in a loud voice: "Now that the Tang Dynasty is peaceful, I hope that there will be no more lonely graves for thousands of miles, no place to talk about desolation, no more caring and no words, only tears and thousands of lines."

"Who wrote this poem?" Li Shimin asked.

After hesitating, Li Tai glanced at the silent Li Chengqian, "This poem was discovered by my son outside Tongguan. It was engraved on a stone tablet. There was no inscription but it was inscribed. Xiaosheng Gu Qing came here for a visit."

"Gu Qing?" Li Shimin was thinking, "It sounds familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The Ganlu Hall is very quiet, and the fragrance of ink can still be vaguely smelled.

"Your Majesty probably won't remember." Empress Changsun said in a low voice, "There will be a time when the wind and the waves will sail straight to the sea, and there is no inscription but only a signature. Xiaosheng Gu Qing came here for a visit."

"I do remember, that flattering memorial." Li Shimin chuckled, "It seems that Qing Que has gained a lot from this long journey, and he must learn from humility in everything."

"I have an unfeeling request, and I ask my father to agree to it." Li Tai continued: "I want to build a literature library in the mansion. During this long trip, I found that the Tang Dynasty is so big and far beyond human beings."

Empress Changsun didn't respond to Li Tai's request. The 13-year-old prince Li Chengqian looked at Li Tai out of the corner of his eyes, saying that he wanted to open a literature museum but actually wanted to attract customers to the mansion.

The atmosphere in Ganlu Palace has been tense for a long time.

"It's a good thing to get acquainted with famous officials." Li Shimin nodded, "I agree."

"Thank you, Royal Father!" Li Tai bowed and said, "I will take my leave."

Regarding Gu Qing, Li Tai didn't say too much. The first person the Literature Museum wants to recruit is Gu Qing. No matter good or bad, he must hold Gu Qing in his own hands. !

In the small Taoist temple outside Chang'an City, Gu Qing is studying his own way of making money, while Sun Simiao is studying pathology, and the master and apprentice come here to do their own work in a very harmonious way.

Judging from the sales volume on the first day, tea is really not easy to sell. Gu Qing was thinking about selling something. There are still some bamboo slips in the Taoist temple. Although paper was used in the Han Dynasty, it is only used by wealthy people nowadays. , rice paper, flower paper, etc...they are so expensive, thinking about how to make paper.

The next day, Gu Qing got up before dawn and went to the mountains to cut bamboo. Along the way, he could see many farmers working in the fields and many women picking wild vegetables.

After cutting some bamboo, Gu Qing went back to his Taoist temple with a big basket on his back to start experimenting with paper prizes. Sun Simiao also got up early and saw Gu Qing tinkering endlessly, thinking about Chen Guanzhu's words in his heart. There is an emperor's face, and the world is in chaos?Up to now, Sun Simiao still thinks that Gu Qing has nothing to do except a stinking virtue that asks for money, and he has discovered that there is no emperor.

Pulp is not easy to make. After several attempts, the paper produced is as thin as a cicada’s wings and is completely unusable. The ratio of raw materials has been changed. The technology of paper has been very mature since the Song Dynasty. At that time, books were handed down. Very extensive, a round of loose pulp and beating, very busy.

The raw material of the pulp is very important. I originally wanted to use the pulp method in the Ming Dynasty, but failed after several experiments. Thinking about the reason, Gu Qing changed the proportion of the pulp again. After increasing the raw materials, the pulp began to become thicker. The top bunk was left to dry in the sun for two hours.

After taking a nap, Gu Qing picked up the dry paper, "It seems too thick."

The surface is very rough and opaque, better than the ones that tear the paper when you poke them. Gu Qing rolled up his sleeves and started to work according to this ratio.

Local villagers passed by this small Taoist temple and saw a wooden board more than ten meters long in front of the Taoist temple, on which things were drying.

"What are you doing!"

Hearing the words, Gu Qing was startled and turned to look at Yang Sheng, "Can you make some noise when you walk?"

"I called you a few times." Yang Sheng held the knife with a cool look, "You have been giggling and drooling! What a big house, what a beautiful woman."

"Did I say it?" Gu Qing wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Say it!" Yang Sheng said solemnly.

Chapter 19

It was almost June, Gu Qing stretched comfortably in the sun, "Lao Yang sees that you are also a middle-aged uncle, why don't you find a wife."

"I've been a vegetarian recently!" Yang Sheng replied.

The weather in June is changeable and Gu Qing wants to make enough paper as soon as possible before this season, the season waits for no one.

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These days, Li Tai was studying the pistol in the mansion day and day. After several times of pondering and assembling a bunch of parts into a complete pistol, weighing the weight, a servant from the mansion came to report, "Your Highness, the craftsman has been found."

Li Tai disassembled the pistol again and said loudly, "Bring everyone in."

More than a dozen craftsmen walked up to Li Tai looking left and right, and bowed and said, "Cao Min has seen His Royal Highness King Wei!"

Li Tai looked at all of them, "You are all famous craftsmen in Chang'an, there are a few things that the King of Japan needs to imitate."

"Please tell me, Your Highness!" the old craftsman replied.

Li Tai put the box containing the pistol parts in front of them, "All these things are made out of them, and they are exactly the same."

Several craftsmen looked up at the parts, did not dare to say anything, and nodded in agreement.

The servants led the craftsmen away, and a maid came out of the mansion and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, is the Literature Museum open today?"

"Don't worry." Li Tai stood up, "Order, keep an eye on these craftsmen! If they make something, don't let a single one go, if they can't make it..."

Halfway through the conversation, the maidservant replied again, "Servant understands."

"Very good!" Li Tai walked out of his mansion and went to the small Taoist temple where Gu Qing was.

The carriage drove all the way to Xiaopo Daoist Temple, seeing Gu Qing basking in the sun, Li Tai greeted with a smile: "Your stuff is good."

"This thing is called a reclining chair!" Gu Qing sat up, "I'll make one for you anyway."

"Okay!" Li Tai said, "It looks very comfortable."

"That's not true." Gu Qing shook open the folding fan, "A reclining chair is always the same price, no second price!"

"Okay!" Li Tai readily agreed, "Make this thing and send it to my mansion, and I'll ask the steward of the mansion to pay you."

Li Tai said and stared at the fan in Gu Qing's hand again, "This thing is not bad, this fan..."

"Fifty Wen!" Gu Qing said again.

After a wry smile, Li Tai nodded again and again, "Okay! I can afford this little money, Xiao Wang."

"His Royal Highness the King of Wei is very generous, and he earned a penny or fifty in just a few words." Gu Qing said leisurely: "Let's go, what's going on."

The spring breeze blew a burst of leaves, and the bamboo forest beside the Taoist temple rustled.

Li Tai spoke, "I'm going to open a literature museum in Fu Mansion, and I want to invite you to be the guest secretary of the first literature museum."