Palace.

The wax moon is approaching, and the snow covers the land.

Early in the morning, in the cold wind, a strong green ox pulled a big cart, kicked out two long snow marks on the ground, and came to the front of the palace bus house.

The bamboo slips in the ox cart were piled up, and the big green oxen were panting and resting, and they couldn't pull it.

Several small officials were covered in sweat and were carrying these bamboo slips to the bus house.

Every year, the lifters from all over the country must hand over their respective recommendation letters to the bus house together, waiting for the review of the imperial court, and the imperial court will be allowed to participate in the assessment held on the eighth day of the lunar month.

This is obviously a recommendation from Juzi.

Coincidentally, a young official in his thirties wearing a thick jacket walked out, saw a cart full of bamboo slips, and said with a smile: "Hey, this year's recommendation letters, all of them are all available so quickly?" It seems to be a little bit more than in previous years! ”

Bus Ling Yang Jiang, the first leader of the bus government.

The little official held back his red face and arched his hand: "Go back to the bus to Lord Ling, this is just a copy of the "Self-recommended Book", which was just pulled from the Pingwang Mansion... See for yourself! ”

"A letter of recommendation?"

The bus surprised Yang Jiang.

This whole ox cart has at least hundreds of bamboo slips, enough for hundreds of people, how can it be just a self-recommendation letter?

Who can write a bull cart self-recommendation letter!

But he didn't dare to slack off on the self-recommendation letter pulled from King Ping's mansion, and picked up a roll of bamboo slips.

But I saw that on this scroll of bamboo slips, I used a full roll, and the rhetoric was gorgeous, praising the handsomeness of my little dusk marquis's face.

Compared with the first beautiful man in the Spring and Autumn Period recorded in the Book of Songs, "the mountain has Fusu, and Xi has Hehua." I don't see the son, but I see madness. ”

Yang Jiang was stunned for a while.

Pick up another roll.

In this volume, the side Zheng Bo quoted, scolded the king of Shang Jiuchi Roulin, scolded the gentleman since ancient times, and then compared himself with this little dusk, he spent a little silver, how thrifty.

"This...!"

Yang Jiang was dumbfounded, looking at the ox cart full of eyes in front of him.

It's all Xiao Duhou's "Self-Recommended Books"?

He knew Xiao Duhou and had several acquaintances.

I used to only know the style of Xiao Duhou Xuan, but I never knew that his writing was so majestic!

He'd seen people boast about it.

But I have never seen anyone use hundreds of bamboo slips full of hundreds of scrolls to boast of themselves as flowers in every part of their bodies.

What kind of literary style is this, so that it can be sprinkled and filled with these hundreds of bamboo slips?

After Yang Jiang quickly read ten volumes, each volume was not the same, and the pattern was renovated, and he was completely convinced, and he was impressed by the five bodies.

It's better to be ashamed!

Since the Great Chu Xing recommendation system, this is an unprecedented feat!

Back then, he wrote a letter of recommendation, cheekily wrote a few lines of self-praise, and then he didn't have the face to write more.

Xiao Duhou can write hundreds of bamboo slips, and he can cut them into a wall of Jinling City. If this cart full of bamboo slips is made into bamboo arrows, it can shoot off a wave of thousands of Huns.

It stands to reason that the bus government should review every sentence of the recommendation letter in case there is anything wrong and inadvertently anger the saint.

But Yang Jiang was already afraid of this self-recommendation letter and did not dare to review this self-recommendation letter.

Let the Prime Minister's Mansion go to the trial, and finally send the ox cart to the emperor for approval, whether to allow Xiao Duhou to participate in the palace examination.

He hurriedly instructed the little official, "Don't move." The bus government can't handle it, so this self-recommendation letter will be pulled directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion! ... Please thank the Prime Minister for reviewing, he is an old man with rich experience and should know how to deal with this self-recommendation letter. ”

"Yes, Lord Bus Order!"

The little officials got the order, and with a bitter face, they moved the bamboo slips that were moved down into the car and pulled them to the prime minister's mansion in the palace.

...

Chu Tianxiu was busy making paper, and he needed more paper to solve the urgent need for the thatched house.

The hemp paper in the private school must not be touched anymore.

Go to get the paper again, Jia Sheng, this old sour Confucian, has to be angry to find him desperately. accidentally Jia Sheng to death, wouldn't it be a big stain on him to travel through life and noble morality!

Besides, there are only more than 10 private schools in a month, which is not enough at all.

Hemp paper, poor quality, but also outrageously expensive.

He remembered that Cai Lun used hemp paper as the basis to transform and invent Caihou paper, which greatly increased the quality of the paper and greatly reduced the cost.

Paper finally completely replaced the bulky bamboo slips, and it was popular for 2,000 years.

Chu Tianxiu didn't expect to make paper and earn money for himself.

As a son-in-law who came to the door, he had no personal property and didn't think about anything to make money.

But the Pingwang Mansion can't treat him lightly, and always provide him with the lowest standard of living security - paper, and fill the thatched house!

"This little marquis spent some time inventing Cai Hou paper? The quality is good, the yield is extremely high, and the key is that the price is very cheap. In this way, even if I fill all the toilets in the palace with paper, it will be more than enough. In this life, you don't have to worry about going to the thatched house again. ”

Thinking of this, Chu Tianxiu immediately made up his mind.

He needed a hemp paper workshop, skilled hemp paper craftsmen, to improve the papermaking process.

He immediately called Zu'er to discuss the paper-making.

Zuer knows a lot about hemp paper.

She said that in the Hoop Barrel Lane on Changle Street, there is a craftsman workshop, which gathers many craftsmen from various industries. Among them, there is a small hemp paper workshop, and the hemp paper of the Pingwang Mansion is produced from this workshop.

It's just that the output of hemp paper in the workshop is very low, and it is sold in the bamboo slip shop, and only the nobles of the high-ranking family will buy a small amount to try it.

If my uncle wants to make paper, the best way is to buy this small workshop directly, with a few craftsmen and a space, you can make your own paper.

However, to buy a small hemp paper workshop... It is estimated that a large sum of silver will be required.

It would take at least a few hundred or thousands of taels of silver to buy this small hemp paper workshop. Otherwise, why should the hemp paper workshop owner sell the workshop to you?!

Silver!

Chu Tianxiu immediately had a headache.

Not only did he buy a small hemp paper workshop, but he also had to expand and upgrade it into a large-scale paper workshop.

This requires a large open space, a group of skilled craftsmen who have mastered the art of making hemp paper, and a batch of paper-making tools—in the final analysis, a large sum of silver.

It is necessary to invest thousands of taels of silver to upgrade the papermaking process, build larger workshops, purchase raw materials for papermaking, and expand the scale of production.

But where does the money come from?

Replaced by the little dusk who spent all the time and drank in the past, tens of thousands of taels of silver were lost, and he would not worry about the cost of these thousands of taels of silver at all. But for him, who came to his son-in-law, it became a big problem.

He did not have a "dowry".

In ancient times, when women came to the door, they would bring some dowry, which was regarded as the woman's own private property, and the man's family could not use it.

Some sons-in-law come to the door, and sometimes they will bring some personal small goods.

But the Dull Marquis Mansion didn't pull out a dime, and the old Dull Marquis knocked him unconscious with a stick and sent him to the Pingwang Mansion, and he didn't have a penny of copper on his private property.

In the girl's Zu'er's pocket, the last two copper plates for her to use were also drunk in exchange for a glass of cold wine.

The money for the workshop can only be leveled by the palace.

Chu Tianxiu thought about it, so he could only ask Zu'er to find the general manager of the Ping Palace, and ask him to allocate three or five thousand taels of silver from the account office of the palace.