After I Indecently Destroyed Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

After a hot pot meal, Ji Yan felt that Zhang Songru had basically been stabilized. Even if he wanted to support others now, he might have to hesitate.

Sure enough, there is no problem that a hot pot meal cannot solve.

The throne of the thigh is still stable for the time being, Ji Yan showed a satisfied smile.

And Zhang Songru, who was full of food and drink, finally remembered the purpose of his trip, "I don't know what kind of new idea the young master said before?"

Ji Yan: "..."

Under the nostalgia and desire for hot pot, Ji Yan has long forgotten the nonsense he uttered when he tricked Zhang Songru over.

At this moment, being watched by Zhang Songru with such anticipation, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Zhang Songru: "Young Master Ji?"

"Uh, that..." Ji Yan bit his lip, and in order to delay the time, he could only tentatively ask the first question, "I wonder what the prime minister thinks is the most difficult thing for scholars in Dachu today?"

Zhang Songru didn't seem to expect Ji Yan to ask this question, but just the beginning made him have infinite expectations for Ji Yan's new idea, and after thinking about it seriously, he said: "Poverty."

Ji Yan: "..."

This question is too difficult...

Fortunately, Zhang Songru knew that no one could solve this problem, so he continued: "The difficulty is that there is no paper to write, no books to read, and no ink to study. The great way of literature is to choose one of the imperial examinations. It's hard for the world."

After hearing this, Ji Yan strengthened his guess about Zhang Songru's expectations.

"There is no paper to write..."

This is exactly what Ji Yan wanted. No matter what, today is the day to do business. He smiled lightly, "I will open a workshop to make paper soon."

"papermaking?"

Ji Yan nodded, "Yes."

His next task was to own a large farm. The task reward was [-] points, but for some reason, the system emphasized that the requirement for a large farm was to accommodate at least [-] workers.

Although I don't understand why, but soon there will be a farm, will it be too late for the workshop?

Zhang Songru couldn't help being a little excited when he heard the words, "I don't know how Mr. Ji plans to make paper?"

At the beginning, Ji Yan talked about papermaking, but he hoped that Zhang Songru could stand by Wen Yi's side, but now he saw Zhang Songru's expectant expression, and some changes happened invisibly.

He solemnly said: "The paper I make will make everyone in Dachu afford paper, and the poor students in the world will no longer have no paper to write on."

As soon as this sentence fell, the whole room fell silent instantly.

Of course, there are different grades of paper, some are as rough as thatch, some are as fine as silk, some are cheap, and some are expensive... But no one in the room felt that the papermaking Ji Yan mentioned was the kind of inferior paper.

In this way, Ji Yan's words were too loud.

As the ancients said, it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family. The problem undoubtedly lies in the word "cold".Among the four treasures of the study, paper has always been the most consumed. Inferior paper has a very poor writing feeling. After a long time, it will inevitably affect the font.

Wouldn't it be a blessing for scholars all over the world if there were really paper that everyone could afford?

When Ji Yan went shopping last time, he had a basic understanding of Dachu's paper prices.In Dachu, within ten years, a scholar can drag a relatively wealthy farmer into a poor farmer.If there is really cheap and easy-to-use paper, its influence can be seen.

Seeing the surprised expressions of Wen Yi and Zhang Songru, Ji Yan felt a little puffed up for a while, and said pretendingly, "As for having no books to read..."

Zhang Songru immediately stood up when he heard the words, and said excitedly, "Master Ji, can you do something?"

Ji Yan: "...uh, this..."

Zhang Songru continued to look at him expectantly, and Wen Yi also stared at his face motionlessly, with emotions he couldn't understand.

Ji Yan instantly regretted it, he didn't think about anything, what to say!It's all right now, don't come down to the stage!

The same is true of Wen Yi, at this time, if you don't come, I will pass you a step!

Ji Yan had no choice but to use the old method, "Uh... I don't know why books are so expensive?"

Now in Zhang Songru’s eyes, Ji Yan is like a god descending to earth, so when Zhang Songru heard Ji Yan’s question, he didn’t doubt anything else, and replied with a sigh: “The first is that paper is expensive. In order to preserve it for a long time, most books are better. The second is the high cost, whether it is manual copying or woodblock printing..."

"Wait a minute," Ji Yan was a little excited, and couldn't help interrupting, "I wonder if the Prime Minister can talk about this woodblock printing?"

The matter of engraving and printing is very simple to say, and most scholars know it, so Zhang Songru was taken aback when he heard Ji Yan's question, but he still explained it carefully.

Ji Yan couldn't help laughing out loud in his heart when he heard half of it, God will not kill me!I am the Chosen One!Ha ha ha ha!There was no movable type printing at this time!

Ji Yan was so excited that he couldn't help showing it on his face.

Zhang Songru talked about engraving and printing, and looked at Ji Yan's expression gradually...wretched?

"I don't know if Mr. Ji has any objections to this woodblock printing?"

Only then did Ji Yan restrain his expression belatedly, he stood up, walked up to Wen Yi and gave a deep bow, "Caomin has an idea to offer to the emperor."

Wen Yi's mother was born into a Jiangnan family, and his grandfather was Mr. Zhou Wei, one of the Four Confucianists, like Zhang Songru. However, Wen Yi was criticized all his life in the book, and no literati stood up and said a word for him until the end.

Take this movable type printing as a gift from me to you!

-

This morning is a little different.

As a veteran of the three dynasties, the prime minister had a very high status in the Great Chu. Even in the Qianqing Palace, there was a small room dedicated to rest.But the prime minister has been no different from ordinary courtiers in all these years, and has never enjoyed this emperor's favor.

Unexpectedly, before the court today, a young eunuch in the palace came to report something, and the prime minister hurried there.

They didn't believe that the prime minister would suddenly change his temper. The reason why the prime minister acted so abnormally today must be because of something serious.

Recently, there have been some news from the south, and it seems that there is indeed something wrong, especially for those who have a long way to go, they have already received the news, and the people in front of the palace were panicked for a while.

How could they have thought that Zhang Songru suddenly used this privilege, which had never been used for decades, just to eat buns?

At this time, in the Qianqing Palace, the smell of steamed stuffed buns was also wafting.

"Yanyan said that this new food is called steamed stuffed bun?"

Wen Yi looked at the hollow wooden window, his eyes were rare and gentle.

The only person who can see Wen Yi like this and is qualified to hear these words is Bifu.

Ever since Ji Yan appeared next to Wen Yi, Wen Yi has always been like this. When Ji Yan didn't know, he talked to himself, and every sentence was inseparable from words.

Bifford also laughed, looking very kind, "Yes, Mr. Ji asked someone to tell you, here are twelve buns, six flavors, which one do you like, just talk to him, and I will give you more in the future Some."

Wen Yi looked out the window, "The weather is really nice today."

Bifford followed his gaze, the sky was gloomy, without a ray of sunshine, it was obviously a cloudy day, looking at it like this, there might be some light rain, how could it be considered a good weather?

"This bun, you also have a share?"

"Yes," Bifu bowed his waist, "Master Ji treats this old slave kindly, and also gave some to this old slave."

He hesitated for a while, and then said, "Young Master Ji sent a lot of steamed stuffed buns, and I told this old slave to distribute them to the servants to taste. He also specifically mentioned your emperor's guards, saying that they must not be left behind."

Guard?Probably the Twelve Dragon Guards, right?Ji Yan treats Bai Lu very well.He looked at the steamed stuffed buns on the table, "Does Zhang Songru have them too?"

"Yes, the Prime Minister just went to the small ear room."

Wen Yi didn't speak for a long time. After eating all the buns on the table and drinking another cup of tea, he suddenly said, "He has always been kind to others."

Hearing this sentence, Bifu's heart skipped a beat, and he slapped himself Xuxu, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot."

Wen Yi looked up at him, motioning for him to continue talking.

Bi Fu took a step forward, bowed his body and said: "Young Master Ji said that when he distributed those buns to the people in the palace, he said that the emperor got new food and specially rewarded them."

After saying this, Bi Fu pretended to look at Wen Yi's expression inadvertently, and said with a smile: "I see, Mr. Ji is doing a good job for you! I want the palace people to remember you." Well, I will do my best to take care of you, and the guards, isn't it just to remind them to protect your safety?"

Hearing this, Wen Yi hooked the corners of his mouth almost indistinctly.

Bi Fu strikes while the iron is hot, "And the Prime Minister, it's probably the same. Mr. Ji usually looks casual, but I didn't expect him to be a caring person!"

Wen Yi took a sip of the tea, and there was a bit of a smile in his voice, "You still see clearly."

Bifford was taken aback when he heard that.

Concubine Wen Yi's mother, Concubine Xi, was born in a well-known family in the south of the Yangtze River, and her family has a long history of education. She is a rare and friendly person in the palace. She treats the servants with the same gentleness and courtesy, and respects him like an elder.So Wen Yi was influenced by Concubine Xi, and when he was younger, he always called him "you".

Until that year when Concubine Xi passed away, Wen Yi, who was not favored at all, became the most despised prince in the palace in an instant. "Are.

Bi Fu could probably guess what Wen Yi was thinking. Concubine Xi was kind to others all her life, but in the end she met a tragic end.Everyone said that the death was due to dystocia, but it was not without loopholes, but until the burial, no one stood up to say a word for Concubine Xi who died twice.

Isolated and helpless, suffering all kinds of grievances... At a young age, Wen Yi was so clearly aware of the dangers of the human heart for the first time, that one day, he would suddenly grow up.

Hearing the word "you" today, Bifu suddenly felt that something had changed.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to see Wen Yi get up and walk out. The moment he stepped out of the door, a ray of sunlight appeared in the originally dark and gloomy sky, and Wen Yi walked towards the light without hesitation.

Bifford suddenly felt that people often say that things are impermanent, but what happens suddenly is not necessarily a disaster.