Early the next morning, when Zhang Yuan was still asleep, Zhuo Wenjun took three or four people to Chang'an in a carriage.

When Zhang Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, the sun was hanging above his head.

got a positive answer from Liu Che, which made Zhang Yuan's whole person relaxed, and he became lazy.

After lunch, Zhang Yuan remembered what he had to do.

"Lao Zhao."

Zhang Yuan sat in the pavilion and shouted at the top of his voice.

didn't call Lao Zhao, but Xiao Qing came angrily.

I haven't taken care of Xiaoqing for a long time, which makes this little girl feel that she is no longer important.

"Uncle Zhao, he accompanied his eldest daughter to Chang'an."

Xiao Qing said angrily.

"What about Zongxing?"

"I went with him."

"What about the second egg of wealth?"

"It's all gone."

"There's no one alive at home?"

"Son, a big living man is standing in front of you, how can you tell nonsense."

Zhang Yuan was speechless all of a sudden, he knew that he should have ordered things to be done yesterday.

"Okay, it's okay, let Xiong Daxiong Er come over."

Xiao Qing snorted, and then left angrily, and it took a while for the two brothers Xiong Daxiong to come to Zhang Yuan.

"The head of the house, are you looking for the two of us?"

Zhang Yuan nodded.

"Well, beckon a group of people to put the furnace back into use.

Smelting iron ore, I want you to make some woks. ”

Xiong Da stretched out his hand and touched his head, he really didn't understand that there were eighty woks at home, what else Zhang Yuan wanted them to build.

"But there are already a lot of them in the house, and we can't use any more."

"Like those woks, it's good to be five times bigger, and it's good to make ten."

Zhang Yuan said that the size of the five times is not the area, but the diameter, there are ten super large woks, it will be enough in the future.

"Huh?"

Xiong Da was even more panicked now, he had never built such a large instrument.

"Why did you say anything difficult earlier?"

Zhang Yuan thought that it was because of the technology or some kind of conditions that made Xiong Da so difficult.

"There is no difficulty, it's just that such a big wok, we can only cast the mold first and then pour the molten iron, and it is best for us to heat and polish it again."

Although Xiong Da is a little stupid, he and Xiong Er are still very proficient in building.

"You don't need to polish, it doesn't matter if you look good or not, it's good to be able to use it."

It is extremely time-consuming to make such a large object delicately, but Zhang Yuan knew that Liu Che was about to move to Dinghu Yanshou Palace, and he had to prepare 10,000 pieces of one-foot-square paper before Liu Che came.

"Oh, the villain will go down and prepare."

Zhang Yuan nodded, first made the wok, and finally thought about building a paper workshop.

Everything has to be done one by one.

From the afternoon onwards, the house was filled with the crackling sound of burning wood, followed by the sizzle of water being extinguished.

The people in Zhangfu had already changed their minds, always thinking that they had changed from craftsmen to farmers, so the warehouses were full of grain, and there was not much charcoal for smelting metal.

After cutting, there are thousands of sheets of paper.

This is because Zhang Yuan is not skilled in the process, and he has made relatively thick paper, some of which can be called cardboard.

And because of the lack of paper shelves, most of the material is wasted.

Zhang Yuan sat in the pavilion, looking at the whole wooden box of paper and the toilet chip on one side.

I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

He had just had a cramp in his abdomen, and he wanted to make it easier, so he wanted to let go of the running with the toilet chip, and suddenly he thought that he already had a paper.

This is the current problem in the world, because my stomach doesn't hurt anymore because my mind is wandering.

Whether to continue to use toilet chips or paper, Zhang Yuan is really difficult to choose, if this is spread out, it is not a trivial matter.

Everyone was waiting for Zhang Yuan's paper to transcribe the text, but Zhang Yuan took the first batch of paper to wipe his butt.

Isn't that insulting?

But if you make this thing yourself, you won't have to use it to serve people in the end.

Zhang Yuanxin was horizontal, took a stack and started running.

Afterwards, I felt that it was still a little rough, and I made up my mind that the next batch of paper must be of good quality, otherwise it will grind my ass.

In this idle and boring time, the day passed quickly.

Zhuo Wenjun and Lao Zhao didn't come back, to be honest, Zhang Yuan was a little worried, and thought about sending someone to Chang'an, but thought that it was already dark, so he gave up.

The next day, Zhuo Wenjun still didn't come back, and Lao Zhao didn't send someone to deliver a message, so Zhang Yuan couldn't sit still until it was dark.

You must know that those people in Chang'an are all masters who eat people and don't vomit bitterness, Zhang Yuan can be intercepted by Jifu as soon as he goes to Chang'an alone, and this time Zhuo Wenjun and others' itinerary is bound to be unable to hide from Tian Wei.

Zhang Yuan couldn't leave, so he had to send ten people to ride war horses and go around from Chanshui, waiting for the next day to be able to enter Chang'an City as soon as possible.

Time hurried to the third day, and Zhang Yuan was still waiting, panting in his heart but feeling powerless.

Weakness and a deep sense of powerlessness.

As if he couldn't resist anyone, he didn't have any news channels, so he could only rely on his understanding of this period of history to judge the situation, but once it came to things that were not recorded in history, such as his own appearance and the people or things around him, Zhang Yuan had nothing to do.

It was only in the afternoon that Zhang Yuan saw dust rising in the distance from the main building.

Then he hurried to the door, leaning against the edge of the door, waiting for the return of the travelers.

The entourage was also accompanied by Wei Qing, who saw Zhang Yuan at the door from a distance, so he drove the war horse towards Zhang Yuan quickly.

"Brother Yuan."

Zhang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Brother Qing, why are you here?"

Wei Qing turned over from the war horse, took the horsewhip and pointed to the carriage that was still in the distance.

"Her Royal Highness the eldest princess was not worried about the safety of the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family, so she asked me to accompany me all the way."

After confirming that everyone was safe and sound, Zhang Yuan tried to calm himself and not let others see his worries.

"Oh, you've worked hard all the way, please go inside."

"Well, I'll have to get your cook some good food for the evening."

"That's nature."

When Zhang Yuanweiqing entered the door, Zhuo Wenjun and his party also arrived at the door.

Zong Xing helped Zhuo Wenjun down, and then led the carriage away, and the rest of the people did not come in from the main gate, leading the horse to the side door.

Zhuo Wenjun's whole person looked very relaxed and happy, and it seemed that Princess Pingyang should have solved most of her problems.

"Is it all settled?"

Zhang Yuan turned back to Zhuo Wenjun and asked.

Zhuo Wenjun nodded obediently, and then pointed at Wei Qing and said.

"This trip is thanks to the servant, otherwise a few of us probably wouldn't even be able to enter Beique."

Wei Qinghan replied with a smile.

"Brother Yuan, I will do my best, the eldest daughter doesn't have to be like this."