After the first day, there are three days off during Golden Week.

However, for the officials of Datang, these three days off are not enough to stay at home comfortably, or only need to string relatives or something.

People are in officialdom, and they can't help themselves.

So on the second day of the new year, Li Yuanjia stayed in the house to receive the "subordinates" to whom Yongzhou belonged. Especially Yongzhou Governor Shi Yang Su, it is the existence that he, the Yongzhou pastor, has to pay attention to - you must know that when Yang Su was a Shangshu Zuocheng before, he was already a positive fourth product, and later became a servant of the Ministry of Officials, that is, the deputy governor of the Ministry of Officials......

And after so many years of officialdom, Yang Su is not a simple character.

This Yang Su is well-known for being an official, and at the same time he is used to being a cool official, and his wrists are quite tough, otherwise Xiao Yu is a big man in the court, Yang Su would not dare to say that he will be scared, and he will toss the old man with a disgraced face, and he was even demoted out of the capital to take up the post of local assassin.

So the more he knew, the more polite Li Yuanjia became to Yang Su.

As for the remaining two days of vacation, he originally wanted to visit his uncle's house, and then go to his father-in-law's place to have a look. But after thinking about it carefully, Li Yuanjia gave up again. Although he served as the pastor of Yongzhou, the rules during the period of filial piety were actually not much to observe, but since they had survived until now, Li Yuanjia planned to simply stay at home until the end of twenty-seven months.

Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety.

The character of pure filial piety, Li Yuanjia plans to nail himself to death.

However, relatives can not be stringed, and there is nothing to visit among colleagues except for subordinates, but the kapok seeds and farmers sent by Gao Changguo cannot but be in a hurry. Therefore, after the court went down on the fourth day of the new year, Li Yuanjia waited in the palace until Li Shimin, who had finished discussing political affairs with the prime ministers, summoned him, and hurriedly came to the Ganlu Palace......

"Brother Li Yuanjia, I've seen Your Majesty!"

"Okay, get up, I've told you, you and my brother don't have to be so polite."

After waving his hand and letting Li Yuanjia get up first, Li Shimin put down a book in his hand and looked at his younger brother with interest: "Yuanjia, is there anything wrong with coming here today?" ”

Li Yuanjia didn't sell it, so he nodded directly and said: "Second brother, I came here today, firstly, I have recently made some new things in my house, and I plan to send some tricks to Your Majesty, and secondly, I also take the opportunity to ask you for some things." ”

With the experience of the previous few times, Li Yuanjia's second brother is also familiar with it.

He can really feel that since the death of Emperor Li Yuan, Li Shimin is like being reborn, and his whole person is completely different from before. Especially the attitude towards Li Yuanjia's younger brother, from the vigilance and vigilance at the beginning, to the natural closeness now, it can't be faked.

Li Yuanjia, who had read all kinds of people's hearts in the ward in his previous life, thought that he would never be mistaken.

So at the beginning, Li Yuanjia only occasionally dared to call out the second brother, and then immediately changed back to His Majesty. But after coming to see Li Shimin a few times, he called his second brother more and more often, and more and more often.

"Oh? What's new? Can you bring? ”

didn't care about Li Yuanjia's later sentence, Li Shimin directly ...... from the Taishi chair No, the dragon chair stood up and asked with some curiosity.

The emperor is also very interested in the new gadgets of the Han Palace.

Just look at the inside of this manna hall, Li Shimin's study has seven or eight exquisite coal stoves made by the Han Wangfu, and under the buttocks sits the Taishi chair produced by the Han Wangfu, and in front of it is also a graceful and elegant royal desk, even the daily diet, the proportion of stir-fried vegetables is getting higher and higher, not to mention the Quyuan plough that benefits the world, and now it is becoming more and more important.

So at this time, when he heard Li Yuanjia say that he had brought some new things, the emperor naturally immediately became interested.

After getting his permission, Li Yuanjia immediately ordered to go down, and there was a palace person outside who carried or carried it, and brought in seven boxes, large and small. Then after putting the box down, the palace people saw Li Yuanjia waving at them, and hurriedly retreated respectfully.

With a flash of his eyes, Li Shimin circled around the seven boxes and directly opened one of the large boxes.

"Huh?"

Seeing the things inside, the emperor was stunned at first, and then Yile: "Yuanjia, this is the white paper you made yourself in your house?" How is there so much? ”

"The total is 10,000 sheets, and I honor your second brother."

Walking to the side of the big box, Li Yuanjia opened another box, and said with a smile: "And don't worry, come, take a closer look at this piece of paper!" ”

"Oh? Is this paper still weird? ”

With a raised brow, Li Shimin took the white paper handed over by his brother and looked at it carefully.

Originally, he was a little unimpressed, but when Li Shimin looked at the light and looked at the paper, and then felt the hardness, toughness and thickness of the paper with his hand, his face suddenly changed slightly, and after a slight groan, he turned around and walked to his desk and sat down.

"Second brother, wait a minute!"

As soon as he saw Li Shimin's movements, he knew what he was going to do, and Li Yuanjia hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted.

"Huh?"

"Hehe, don't worry."

Smiling at the somewhat surprised emperor, Li Yuanjia quickly opened the other three boxes next to him, and then took out an inkstone, a small jar and a brush from it, and then respectfully placed it on Li Shimin's desk, and said at the same time: "You try the pen I made newly, this pen name is called Wolf Hao, which is made of the hair of the tail of the ......."

"I see, a whole set."

Without waiting for Li Yuanjia to finish speaking, the emperor who saw these things suddenly realized.

It's just that he tried it with the wolf in his hand, and then looked at the black jar, Li Shimin still asked a little puzzled: "What is this?" Is it for pen washing? ”

There is nothing new in the eyes of the emperor, one is a little more chic, and the other is just a special material. As an emperor, you are rich all over the world, what rare things have you not seen? Naturally, there is no fuss about a mere inkstone and a tube of wolf's hair.

But this small black jar makes people curious.

"Ink!"

"Ink?"

"Yes, Mo!"

Nodding, Li Yuanjia took a deep breath and said seriously: "But it's not the ink we usually use, but the ink specially made by the ink craftsmen in my house!" ”

"Ink? Printing ink? ”

After listening to his younger brother's words, Li Shimin was suddenly a little confused.

He is naturally extremely smart to be the emperor, and he can guess the meaning just from the word ink, which is nothing more than that ink should be ground with water; But what does this ink mean? Is it the oil used to grind the ink?

Just when the emperor pondered the possibility of this, Li Yuanjia had already taken matters into his own hands and poured some ink from the small jar into the inkstone.

There is no need to grind, and the liquid ink that is poured out is directly usable.

It's just that unlike Li Yuanjia's imaginary reaction, after seeing this ink that didn't take much effort, Li Shimin frowned, and suddenly didn't like this ink - his first reaction was not to save trouble, but if there was this thing, Guanyin would come to polish his ink in the future......

Oh, by the way, Guanyin is no longer there.

"Huh?"

Suddenly feeling a trace of cold and biting coldness, Li Yuanjia raised his head, and immediately looked confused-what's the matter? That is, the kung fu of pouring ink, how did it return from spring to winter?