This time, Chai Shao did not agree immediately, hesitated for a while, and then said: "In these years, the craftsmen who are proficient in craftsmanship are regarded as treasures, and they have signed a long-term contract with the owner. Why don't you go back and let me inquire for you? ”

Zong Xiu: "......"

Yes, it is hard to find a craftsman.

It seems that he can only take one step at a time now, and if he really can't do it, he will find another paper merchant, anyway, the paper in stock is enough to last for a month.

After Chai Shao left, Yi took out a piece of paper and congratulated him with a smile: "Son, the Chai family is really generous." I just took a look in the room, and the shops are in the best parts of the house. Hee-hee, you see, this is a map I made. ”

There are one hundred and eight squares in Chang'an City, and the Chai family has also set up a shop in each square, which is not only a good location, but also a large shop.

After all, Chang'an City is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the Chai family is the number one business name in the world, can this shop be bad?

Zong Xiu took the paper and looked at it, on it was a simple map of Chang'an City drawn by Yi Dumping, and the place where the circle was made was the location of the shop marked by Tilting Affection.

However, Zong Xiu didn't have the heart to think about the shop now, because he still had a bunch of things waiting for him!

You can wait a few days for the construction of a paper mill, the search for craftsmen, and the preparation of raw materials, but the matter of the 'Chang'an Poetry Club' can't wait.

Tomorrow is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the first exam of the scholars has also been completed, and the "Chang'an Poetry Meeting" that he has planned for more than a month will be held in Yifeng Pavilion.

After all, all kinds of propaganda have been typed, and even newspapers have printed a few issues of advertisements, don't you hold it?

Zong Xiu put down the map drawn by Yi Qianqing and said, "Girl, I'm going to Yi Feng Pavilion to meet everyone, will you go?" ”

"I ......"

Yi hesitated.

Yi Fengge is where she grew up, and she hasn't seen Yan Chengcheng for more than a month, so she also wants to go and see it.

But Yi Fengge has a lot of eyes, not to mention, that place is a nightmare for the first half of her life.

"Childe, I'm worried that Jin Hu will wake up hungry in a while, so he won't go."

Yi pouted affectionately and muttered quietly.

"Okay, then you wait at home, I'll go and discuss the matter of the Chang'an Poetry Club with Yan, and I guess I'll come back later."

"Hmm."

Yi Qingqing nodded his little head lightly and watched Zong Xiu leave.

When Zong Xiu arrived at Jiangjia Village, he found that Jiang Chen had not come back yet, so he casually found a junior who could drive a car and put it on the carriage and went straight to Yifeng Pavilion.

When I arrived at Yifeng Pavilion, it was getting late, although the lights were bright inside, and the sound of silk and bamboo was endless, the door was unusually deserted, there was not even a guest, and the girls and turtle slaves who were guarding the door to welcome guests in the past were gone.

"What's going on? Could it be that some important person has come here today and is not doing business? ”

Zong Xiu walked in with a stomach full of doubts.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the interior of Yi Feng Pavilion had undergone great changes, the original stage tables and chairs had been newly arranged, and one hundred and ten singers were stroking the qin and dancing. The principal, Yan Chengcheng, is commanding dozens of turtle slaves and thugs, constantly cleaning up and arranging.

"You idiot, don't put that vase there, what if a drunk scholar accidentally breaks it? When people come to participate in the poetry meeting, can we still make them lose money? ”

"Let you grind ink, but not let you welcome guests! The smile on my face gave me a little restraint, we are holding a poetry meeting! ”

"Who, you go to the backyard warehouse to move some chairs, and arrange each table according to twelve scholars and one singer, so that you won't be able to sit down at that time."

……

Yan Qingcheng was very busy, constantly giving orders, and directing his subordinates to arrange the venue.

Zong Xiu quietly walked over and coughed lightly: "Yan, everyone, are you busy?" ”

"Zong Xiu?"

When Yan Tingcheng heard the sound, he turned his head and saw that it was Zong Xiu, and his face instantly changed.

"It turned out that Honglu Siqing and Tianwen Zong had arrived. Sect President, you are truly elevated this time! Tsk, 'Founding Candidate', the slave family has never seen such a quick promotion since childhood. ”

“……”

Zong Xiu rolled his eyes, Yan Tingcheng was well-informed, he knew, but we can't just talk about the good and not the bad.

Yes, he is promoted, and he is the founder of Honglu Temple, and he is also named the 'Tianxia Sect', but are those useful?

In addition to the silverfish talisman on his waist was replaced by a goldfish talisman, what substantial benefits have not fallen, and his business has produced a bunch of moths.

"Sect President, do you want the slave family to call you the founding candidate? Or is it 'Tianxia Sect'? ”

Yan Qingcheng laughed and teased.

Zong Xiu glared angrily: "Yan, everyone, can we get down to business?" ”

"Hehe, isn't what the slave family said serious? In order to cooperate with you, the 'Tianwen Sect', to hold the Chang'an Poetry Meeting, the slave family didn't even do today's business, and let the subordinates arrange it overnight. Sect President, you can be satisfied with it. ”

Yan Tingcheng pointed to the busy singers, maids, and subordinates in the pavilion, as well as the well-arranged venue.

"Yes, that's kind of interesting. Yan, in addition to the matter of the 'Chang'an Poetry Club', I have other things to tell you. ”

Zong Xiu is having a headache to find a craftsman who is proficient in papermaking skills, although Chai Shao promised to help, but he didn't give an accurate word, find more people to help, and there are many ways.

Yan Tingcheng did not answer, and called his subordinates: "Keep an eye on the point, tomorrow is the first Chang'an Poetry Conference, and you can't lose the face of the Tianwen Sect." ”

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

That subordinate also has eyesight, and Ying Wannuo smiled at Zong Xiu again: "The villain has three taels of gold, and I have seen the Tianxia Sect." ”

"Go, go, don't mess around. Sect President, come with the slave family. ”

Yan Chengcheng drove away three taels of gold, and led Zong Xiu to his room.

When the two entered the house, Yan Chengcheng immediately closed the door, and the original laughter turned solemn: "Zong Xiu, you are in big trouble this time!" ”

"Trouble? What trouble can I have? Zong Xiu said curiously.

Yan Tingcheng reprimanded: "How prominent is the Tianxia Sect, and you still have to make a statue in the world's schools to show your merits, if you are old, it will be fine, but you can look at your own face, go out like this, how many people can be really convinced?" ”

“……”

It turned out that the troublesome thing Yan Tingcheng said was this. Zong Xiu said disdainfully: "That's not sealed by His Majesty, besides, with the 'Character Pinyin Method' and 'Zhenguan Dictionary' I created, how can I not be the Tianwen Sect?" ”

Yan Qingcheng shook his head: "It is true that you have made great contributions, and you are worthy of the name of 'Tianwen Sect'." However, you will never let the people of the world go behind you, especially the secret instigation of those who have a heart. ”

"Haha, it's just some rats with their heads and tails hidden, what's there to be afraid of!"

Zong Xiu laughed wildly, he already knew that once the name of 'Tianxia Wenzong' spread, it would inevitably cause an uproar in the world's Shilin.

A righteous gentleman may not be good, but a jealous villain will definitely stare at him, and rumors will inevitably spread and become the target of rumors and slander by people with intentions.

However, he is already a 'Heaven Sect', as long as he doesn't rebel, who would dare to govern him in this world?

Yan Qingcheng glanced at him: "You are not afraid of public criticism like this?" ”

Zong Xiu snorted coldly: "Your Majesty named me the 'Heavenly Sect', doesn't he just want me to divert my attention, so that he can collect the hearts of the world's scholars?" ”

"......" Yan Tingcheng sighed: "Since you know everything, why don't you refuse?" ”

Facing Yan Qingcheng's disgusted eyes, Zong Xiu raised two fingers: "First, Your Majesty did it intentionally, even if I refuse, do you think it will be useful?" ”

"Indeed."

Yan Chengcheng also understands that the founding of the Tang Dynasty is not stable, and at this time, the saint also needs someone who can divert his attention and scold him for him, so that he can carry out his future grand plans.

Zong Xiu said: "Second, for the development of the Tianxia Society, I also need the name of 'Tianxia Wenzong'. Wait, the next few issues of the press will publicize that I have become a 'Heavenly Sect', and I want to make this name known to the world! ”

"Hey......" Yan Chengcheng sighed faintly: "Since you understand, the slave family won't say much." ”

Zong Xiu knew clearly: Yan Chengcheng was not worried about him at all, but worried that something would happen to him, and even affected Yi Tingqing, so he said a few polite words and asked: "Yan, do you know a craftsman who is proficient in papermaking?" ”

In the afternoon, Jiang Chen took more than a dozen Jiangjia Village Qingzhuang and tied up two people to Jingzhao Mansion, this matter has been full of turmoil, how could Yan Chengcheng not know that something happened to Zong Xiu's printing factory.

"I don't know a craftsman who is proficient in papermaking, after all, it is a few mountains away from me. But if you want to buy paper, I know a few big paper merchants, although it is far away, but it is no problem for them to transport some paper to Chang'an. ”

Interlaced like a mountain, Yan Chengcheng is in charge of Yi Feng Pavilion, she looks like an old bustard, but in fact, she is also a spy who earns money for the inner treasury, monitors the ministers, and collects news, how can she be familiar with ordinary craftsmen with her identity.

Zong Xiu thought about it, it is not a long-term solution to maintain the printing house by buying paper, but he is indeed short of paper now.

"That's okay, please help me talk to them first, and if I can't find a papermaker within a month, I'll buy goods from them."

"No problem, I'll write a letter to me as soon as I see it, and find someone to bring it over."

After discussing the issue of paper, the two led the topic to tomorrow's Chang'an poetry meeting.

Zong Xiu personally went downstairs and instructed Yi Fengge's subordinates to adjust a few places that seemed more abrupt, and explained the key points to the singer who would be in charge of the attendant tomorrow, and when he left again, it was already midnight, and when he rushed home, it was three watches.

Mid-Autumn Festival!

Zong Xiu's first Mid-Autumn Festival to Datang was not idle at all.

When he woke up in the morning, he first led Yi to Jiangjia Village, explained all kinds of things, and asked Jiang Jian to send ten cents to everyone as festival money.

In the afternoon, someone came from Jingzhao Mansion again, after all, when Jiang Chen escorted the Tian family's father and son yesterday, he sued several big paper merchants for breach of contract by the way.

The amount of money to be paid in this case is huge, and Zong Xiu's identity is there. Jingzhao Mansion didn't dare to slack off, and after the various procedures were completed, the officials of Jingzhao Mansion accompanied Zong Xiu to wait with peace of mind, saying that the money couldn't run, and they would step up their pursuit.

In the middle of the evening, the moon rose, Zong Xiu wanted to go to the 'Chang'an Poetry Club', and he was worried that Yi Chengqing had no one to accompany him in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he wanted to take a piece with him, but Yi Chengqing refused to go over when he said so. In desperation, Zong Xiu called the Jiang family and asked the Jiang family to come over to accompany Yi to celebrate the holiday, and he and Jiang Chen rushed to Yi Feng Pavilion together.

When the two of them walked into Yi Feng Pavilion, they saw that it was full of people one after another, and more than 100 singers walked among the many scholars who had just finished the first exam.

"I'll go! So many people? ”

Zong Xiu glanced at it roughly, at least a thousand people came, and the entire Yifeng Pavilion was full.

This 'poetry meeting' has not just begun, the scholars did not fight poetry, Yan Chengcheng was afraid of the cold scene, and arranged more than a dozen beautiful singers to play the piano and dance in the middle of the venue.

Silk and bamboo drum music, light singing and dancing, and the scholars who have just come out of the ministry are talking, which is very lively.

In the midst of the crowd, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Everyone, be quiet, the 'Zongxiu' of the Tianxia Sect has arrived!" ”