The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

Han Yuxiu said: "I was still young at that time, so I don't know the specific content, but from the conversation between my father and my mother, the things in the letter are related to King An."

When Cen Yan heard the name An Wang, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his usually cloudy eyes.

King An is the younger brother of the current emperor and the fifth son of the first emperor. When Anyang rebelled, anyone who had a little relationship with him was killed.

If that letter is a forged correspondence between him and An Wang, even if he has an important position in the literary world, he will be in danger in the future.Moreover, this move can also pull him down from the status of a great Confucian in the literary world in one fell swoop, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

King An's incident angered the Holy Majesty and involved many people.If he had been tricked at that time, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Then why didn't your mother tell me the truth and seek my asylum?"

"Because my father had already taken refuge in King An at that time. If my mother didn't take me away at that time, my father's affairs would definitely affect you."

Cen Yan's eyes were sad, it turned out that his daughter was trying not to hurt her.

"Then what happened afterwards? What happened after your mother took you away?"

"She took me out of the house and rented a yard outside to live alone. But in this world, a woman with a child will inevitably be bullied. Your students are all over the world, but she has never asked others for help. She just This led me to live outside for a while, and then my father found and took her away. Not long after, she passed away. When she died, she had many injuries on her body, and she almost couldn't afford a coffin. "

"Your bastard father!" Cen Yan was angry and felt sorry for his daughter.

"Later, King An had an accident, and he was also implicated. I was the daughter of a sinner, and I couldn't support myself, so I married a scholar from my hometown."

Han Yuxiu couldn't bear to recall the life of the past few years, so the topic changed again, "I actually hated you before, I think you failed to fulfill the responsibilities of a father, and later, because I was afraid of hurting you, my mother even Take me away."

"Do you know that after my father found her and brought her back, she was beaten so badly by my father because she refused to put things in your study. Before long, she died."

"I always heard people say that Mr. Mingyuan, who is famous all over the world, is knowledgeable and full of peaches and plums. I cared about you very much before. But this time... thank you."

Cen Yan raised his hand and lifted his sleeve to wipe the tears on his face, and couldn't help crying after hearing these words.

"Stupid boy, how can you thank your grandfather? It's because I didn't teach your mother well, and I didn't help him when she was in trouble."

Over the years, he also regretted not being able to stop his daughter.

"How about you, how have you been these few years?"

The granddaughter in front of her was her only relative, and Cen Yan intentionally asked him why he came here alone while pregnant, but he was afraid of arousing her resentment, so he asked about her life.

"Not very good. I thought that Xiucai was sincere to me, and I believed him foolishly. Later, I found out that he already had a wife, and I was just his outer room. I couldn't get angry, so I packed up my things and left alone. .”

Cen Yan didn't think that it would be fine if his daughter met a bad person, and even his granddaughter met a scumbag. He couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Xiuer, don't be afraid, grandpa will take care of you from now on."

Speaking of this, Han Yuxiu's attitude softened a lot. Hearing what Cen Yan said, she didn't refuse. She is indeed homeless now.

It's just that she said so much, but she didn't mention how she found here.

Cen Yan was relieved from learning about his daughter's tragic past, and said, "It's been a few years since I moved here, how did Xiu'er find me this time?"

Han Yuxiu was silent when she heard the words, then raised her head and said, "Someone told me on purpose before."

"Does Xiu'er know who they are?"

"Yes...it's Young Master Huaiyu."

Chu Huaiyu, it turned out to be him!

A few days ago, I sent a lobbyist over to persuade him, and seeing that he refused simply, is this time trying to blackmail him with favors?

"What else did he say to you?"

"I didn't say anything, I just said that I hope you can go back soon."

"Well, my grandfather knows, so Xiu'er will ignore him from now on."

"……I see."

I have also heard about this well-known son of Huaiyu, Han Yuxiu. I have long heard that this is a handsome and gentle son, but seeing the displeasure on his grandfather's face when she mentioned his name, I don't know why my grandfather treats him so well. She doesn't like it.

But this is not important, what is important is that she will live with her grandfather in the future.

Jiang Ziyan went directly to the paper mill from home, and quickly arrived at the place after walking all the way.

Along the way, Zhang Qiu gave him an overview of the matter, and some customers who had bought their paper came to make trouble.

When Jiang Ziyan arrived, he saw many people gathered around the gate of the paper mill. They were still holding some paper and waving it in their hands, shouting constantly: "Liar! Lose money!"

The door was so blocked that he couldn't get in at all.Zhang Qiu brought him and Lin Zhao in through a remote small door.

The paper mill was lifeless, everyone stopped what they were doing, and sat or stood aside with solemn faces.

Seeing Jiang Ziyan approaching, everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and they all gathered around, as if they suddenly had a backbone.

"Lang Jun, you're here. They've been stuck in traffic for a long time since morning, and they've been refusing to leave."

Jiang Ziyan thought that the most urgent task was to understand the situation first.

It's just that before solving the matter, we must first stabilize the morale of the army.

He said: "You don't have to worry, I will definitely find a way to solve it."

After finishing speaking, he called He Xiao out alone. He Xiao is here to manage the accounts. How much newly-made paper was produced, how much was sold, and to whom, he recorded very clearly here.

Jiang Ziyan said, "Tell me about what happened this time."

"Yes, sir."

"During this period of time, our paper orders have increased several times, and many businessmen have come to buy paper. The brothers are working overtime, but they still can't make it. Based on the research during this period, we discussed After experimenting, we shortened the time of some of the processes, strictly controlled the spare time, and hoped to be able to deliver on time.”

"But this morning, a few people suddenly came to our door with some moldy paper in their hands, saying that there is something wrong with our paper. After using it, not only is the ink smeared badly, but the material is also very bad. Lao Zhai and I thought about it. Could it be that there was a problem because we changed the process time in it. But we did it after repeated experiments many times and proved that there is no problem."

"Lang Jun, I'm sorry, this time it's all because of our own self-assertion, please forgive us!"

After Jiang Ziyan listened to it, he brought a veteran who was more familiar with the process, and said, "Tell me carefully which process was changed? Where did the change be made?"

The veteran was very cautious and told everything he knew.

Jiang Ziyan frowned. The time they reserved for these procedures was pretty good, so the problem might not be the paper they made.

"Have you carefully checked the quality of the paper we produce here every time you accept the product?"

"Back to my lord, I have checked everything carefully, and there is nothing wrong with it." He Xiao said, "And what is even more surprising is that some of these papers have not been moldy in our pile for a long time, but the papers brought by those people It's all moldy."

As soon as these words came out, anyone could understand that the paper in the hands of those who came to make troubles might not have been made in their paper mills, maybe it was a deliberate means of competition among peers.

Jiang Ziyan brushed his chin with his fingers, and thought to himself: It turns out that there were also Porcelain Porcelain in ancient times. What a coincidence, it was his self-made industry.