"Nephew Qin Feng, since you can make such good words, then uncle, I estimate that you can write poems, uncle wants to ask you to write a poem, I don't know what you think?" The eldest grandson Wuji said very appropriately, resolving Li Shimin's embarrassment.

"No problem! Please also find Uncle Mowgli to ask questions! Qin Feng said confidently. There are 300 ancient poems, and they were not white-backed when they were young.

"Okay, then nephew, you can use this rice as the theme and compose a poem!" The eldest grandson Wuji picked up the rice on the table and said to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at this bowl of rice, and the Tang poem "Compassion for Nong" suddenly appeared in his heart. But Qin Feng didn't speak for a long time. The whole hall was silent, even Cheng Yanjin, who liked to speak loudly, didn't speak, and looked at Qin Feng with a thoughtful face, but they knew that Qin Feng couldn't remember who the author of Minnong was, and what period he was born in the Tang Dynasty, but it shouldn't be now, forget it, don't care, gamble.

"On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work!"

The poem is so graphic and easy to understand that everyone in the hall now has the same image in their minds: the peasants still working in the fields in the scorching sun at noon, the drops of sweat sprinkled on the scorching earth. But many people don't know that the meal on the plate is the blood and sweat of farmers.

"Good poetry!"

What Qin Feng didn't expect was that the first person to say good poetry was Cheng Yanjin. Cheng Yanjin's good poem attracted everyone in the hall.

"Watching what the old man does, isn't the poem made by my nephew bad?" Cheng Yanjin finished speaking as a matter of course, picked up the wine glass and drank it.

"What Zhijie said today is good, it is indeed a good poem! Although it is not a high-quality product, I am afraid that in a few days, the entire Tang Dynasty will be known to women and children. The eldest grandson Wuji said with a smile.

Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng and the others nodded, looking at Qin Feng with a smile, they didn't expect that Qin Feng, this kid, could really make poems.

"Alright, let's go down. I believe in you! Li Shimin said to Qin Feng, always feeling uncomfortable, as if he couldn't do without this kid.

Eh, did you call me here to prove it, forget it, you're the boss, I can't afford to mess with you. Qin Feng thought of it hatefully, and walked out after saluting.

Qin Feng returned to the box on the second floor, several brothers had already drunk a lot, Li Ke saw Qin Feng and asked Qin Feng: "Fengzi, what did my father ask you to do?" ”

"Write poetry!" Qin Feng said angrily.

"Oh, you can also compose poetry? What a poem was made! Tell me about it! As soon as Li Tai heard the poem, he immediately became interested. Several other people were also looking at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at the few people who were full of interest, and could only open his mouth to repeat it once.

"Yes, yes, it's a good poem!" The little fat man Li Tai praised.

"Come on, don't talk about this, drink!" Qin Feng said to a few people.

A few days later, Qin Feng handed over the restaurant to the housekeeper who had worked in Qin Mansion for more than ten years, and let the four girls in spring, summer, autumn and winter help manage it, and the restaurant was on the right track, and the perfume shop was also on the right track, just like the restaurant. The two places were sat by Li Shimin and Empress Changsun like this, and their reputation had spread out of Chang'an.

Qin Feng, who had nothing to do, took Ah Yi and the others back to Qinzhuang, the two sides of Qinzhuang were no longer the thatched houses they saw at the beginning, the brick houses on both sides of the road were neatly arranged, and the villagers saw Qin Feng and ordered them to come forward and salute and say hello. I stopped and stopped all the way, and only returned to Qinzhuang after half an hour.

After greeting Qin Qiong, Qin Feng returned to his small courtyard and lay on the recliner to enjoy the tranquility.

Qin Feng didn't know if it was right or wrong for him to come to this era and get out all the things that shouldn't be in this era, and he didn't know if it would be because of himself, the person who originally existed in the future life, would continue to exist. If it doesn't exist, I can only say I'm sorry, I can't go back to the era of Datang in vain, I have to change something, otherwise how to prove that I existed.

Qin Feng fell asleep thinking about it, and it was already night when he woke up. Let the half-hung cook casually write and eat, and after eating, Qin Feng replied to the person who had copied the information at night.

After another half a month, the eldest grandson rushed to the mansion to find Qin Feng.

"Fengzi, the paper mill has been prepared, and it can be ready for production tomorrow." The eldest grandson said to Qin Feng.

"So fast?" Qin Feng asked, thousands of pits, all of them have been built in more than a month? It's also too fast.

"It's all set. I have already reported to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty will take all the ministers to the paper mill tomorrow, and those people from the family will also appear at that time, and I am afraid that the news that you will make paper will not be hidden in the future. Changsun Chong said.

"If you can't hide it, you can't hide it, now that the paper mill is a foregone conclusion, it's useless for them to kill me!" Qin Feng said indifferently.

"Fengzi, don't underestimate the people of the family, he dares to kill you, and he also dares to kill the people of the paper mill, we have to guard against this." Changsun Chong was still a little worried about the family's counterattack.

"You're right, the family is indeed too bold. However, His Majesty will not let go of the paper mill easily, and let the family continue to run rampant. Qin Feng knew the importance of the paper mill to Li Shimin, and Li Shimin would definitely not let the paper mill be in any danger.

"Well, tomorrow I will tell Your Majesty to send more people, and you should also pay attention to bringing more guards here, I am afraid that the family will make a move on you after knowing about it tomorrow!" Eldest Sun Chong looked worried.

"I'll be careful, and I'll go to the paper mill with my father-in-law tomorrow." Qin Feng nodded.

On the second day, Qin Feng got up early in the morning, and after greeting Qin Qiong, he took Ah Yi and the others towards the paper factory. The left and right guards have been excluded by Qin Qiong in advance, and they are guarded by handles around the paper mill.

Changsun Chong was testing with a group of craftsmen and some Ministry of Industry officials, and there was already paper ready to be taken to dry. Seeing Qin Feng, he stopped what he was doing and said to Qin Feng, "Fengzi, you're here!" See how! ”

Qin Feng looked at the experimental paper next to him, it was quite good.

"Yes, just press this paper in the future!" Qin Feng said to Changsun Chong.

When the eldest grandson heard Qin Feng's words, his face was completely relaxed, he was afraid of an accident, so he rushed back to the paper factory after notifying Qin Feng yesterday, and took the craftsman to test it overnight. Hearing the consent of this creator, the heart of the person who carried it was also relaxed.

"You take them to rest for a while, it will take more than two hours for Your Majesty to come here, it is estimated that it will be afternoon, you are so tired, it will not be good if Your Majesty comes to make any mistakes at that time!" Go and rest, I will inform you when Your Majesty arrives! Qin Feng looked at those craftsmen and officials who had some fights in their eyes and said to Changsun Chong, even Changsun Chong's face showed this tired color.

Eldest Sun Chong looked at the tired craftsman behind him and nodded at Qin Feng. I took someone to the side of the house to rest. And Qin Feng walked around the paper factory.