A Zhuang Han who spent 300 wen to hire someone to farm the land had to feel distressed for many days, but he didn't even blink an eye when he bought his son 500 wen of study utensils.

The hearts of parents have never changed for thousands of years.

Li Su held the paper and ink, feeling heavy, the paper and ink were not heavy, and his father's expectations were held in his hands, but his hands trembled slightly.

Li Daozheng smiled with a smile on his face, and patted Li Su's shoulder heavily: "Study hard, read good books and be an official, Your Majesty will give you the official of the Imperial Medical Department, you can't resign, I will resign, my baby will not be a doctor in the future, but a big official who governs the army and the people." ”

Li Su nodded silently, his mind a little confused.

Father and son have a big bowl of noodles, squatting outside the threshold and eating, Li Daozheng put the bowl aside and went out, twenty acres of land has been planted with wheat seeds, this year's spring rain is more, there should be a good year, Li Dao is suffering from gains and losses, every day in the field staring, for fear of a mistake.

Li Su sat in the room and slowly unfolded the paper in his hand.

Paper is very ordinary hemp paper, a little rubbing will be broken, the blessing of the eunuch named Cai Lun of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the paper made to bring good news to the world's readers, but the quality of the paper is still too poor, and the white paper as white as snow in later generations is far behind.

Li Su picked up a corner of the hemp paper, carefully kneaded it, and sure enough, it was broken.

Sitting in the room in a daze, Li Su's eyes became brighter and brighter.

This is a way to make money, how did the papermaking of later generations come about? It seems that the existing papermaking process is mixed with the juice of some kind of fruit, and hemp fiber is added to enhance flexibility, and it seems that hemp fiber and mulberry peel are also bleached with fluorescent powder in advance, so that the paper is white and clean, strong and not fragile......

Also, the printing technology of this era seems to be surprisingly stupid, you have to ask a master to engrave a special plate to print a page, and it is useless after printing, and no one has tried to save time and effort in movable type printing......

It's all money, you have to write it down, and in the future, you will secretly open a small black workshop, make a lot of money without saying a word, make a lot of money, and the key technology is in your own hands, and no one will give it.

Now is not the time to make a fortune, Li Su is still too unfamiliar with this world, and he has not stepped out of Taiping Village until now, papermaking and movable type printing are too shocking, and such a big limelight may not cause any trouble.

When you count the money in the future and get cramps in your hands, Dad shouldn't be distressed about hundreds of dollars anymore.

After making plans for the future, Li Su got up and walked outside the house, and also went to his own field to have a look, and he couldn't let his father work alone.

After taking two steps, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw the stack of papers on the table, and Li Su stopped again, his eyes thoughtful.

Dad worked hard to buy himself paper and pens, no matter what, he should write something on it, and when Dad came back and found that he had written on the paper, even though he didn't know him, he must be happy, after all, this means that his son is already a scholar.

Li Su opened the brush, a little water dripped in the inkstone, and the newly bought ink strips were slowly sharpened on the inkstone for a while, and then thought about the writing of traditional Chinese characters for a long time, and finally put down the pen.

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth, the flowers can be folded straight, and the branches are broken without flowers.

The last stroke is done.

Very good, very inspirational, full of positivity and hard work, but Li Su's face was a little gloomy.

This stinky word is so ugly that it can be described as miserable.

I picked it up and was about to tear it off, and then I thought about it, no matter how good or bad the words were, it was not impossible to put them here to make my dad happy, anyway, no matter how bad the writing was, he didn't know it.

It's decided, just put it here, don't look at it yourself.

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Guo Yu walked on the country road, squinting with his hands, looking at the sunset that was gradually sinking in the west, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a chuckle.

The days, like this sunset, are getting more and more rushed.

Guo Yu was originally a native of Chang'an, his family was quite rich when he was young, his parents invited him to Mr., ten years of hard study, and finally quite literary, but the flowers were not red for a hundred days, and his parents died when he became an adult, and the huge family business was left to him, Guo Yu was only a scholar, not good at management and not good at running a family, and the family situation slowly declined, and finally ended up selling houses and land, living with his wife and children in the homes of relatives and friends, and the days under the fence passed for three years, during which he also took the imperial examination, and threw the papers, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

After the beginning of spring this year, when he heard that Princess Dongyang wanted to set up a village school in the fiefdom, Guo Yu was moved at that time, and he and his wife and children no longer wanted to live this kind of life under the fence, so they wrote a few self-confessed most proud of their lives and a few poems, and threw them into the princess's mansion.

This is the most daring and wisest decision in Guo Yu's life, three days after submitting the book, the princess's mansion sent a eunuch, conveyed the meaning of Princess Dongyang, and asked Mr. Guo to enter the village to learn and teach.

Although he can't become an official by studying, his current situation is a gift from God.

Guo Yu is very blessed, he knows how difficult his current life is compared to the days when he had no food and clothing.

Slowly pacing to the Jing River, looking at the sparkling river, Guo Yu suddenly had a poetic sense and wanted to chant a proud poem, which could not only express his mood, but also add a strong resume to his literary talent.

opened his mouth and brewed for a long time, but Guo Yu found that he couldn't utter a word, and his joy gradually turned into Xiao Ran, standing by the river in a daze, sighing infinitely melancholy.

It was correct that the imperial court did not admit him as a scholar, he was wise, and his own talent was only worthy of being a teacher.

The river is not very quiet, there are always squirming voices not far away, Guo Yu frowned, and slowly stepped forward, planning to chat with the speaker, he wanted to blend into this strange environment.

"Reading, who says I can't read? I've learned a lot of knowledge today, Mr. Guo in the school taught me, and I didn't bother to answer him when my father asked me. Wang Zhuan's expression was a little embarrassed.

After returning home, his father asked him what he had learned, Wang Zhu couldn't say anything for a long time, so he was beaten for the fourth time today, and after eating, the brothers ran to the river to play, and the second brother squeezed him with words, so that Wang Zhu is now angry and has nowhere to go.

"What did you learn? If you say a word, I'll obey you. Wang Lao Er obviously didn't give much face to his brother, and he glanced at Wang Zhuan's appearance with slanted eyes.

"I ...... I, I learn poetry! I learned a few words, what is the bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it...... I suspect it's something on the ground, yes, frost on the ground! Who else knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work...... "Wang Zhu was stimulated by the second child, and his memory was like divine help, and he stumbled and recalled the two lines of poetry that Li Su read in the morning, but the "Thousand Character Text" taught by Mr. Guo ...... I'm sorry, I didn't remember a word.

"Huh? Whose poem is this? I didn't teach......" Guo Yu's eyes widened strangely, and he silently chewed the poem that Wang Zhu had just read in his mouth, and the more Guo Ju tasted it, the more surprised he became.

Unable to care about any gentleman's demeanor anymore, Guo Yu jumped out of the low jungle by the river beach in three or two steps, grabbed Wang Zhuan's arm, and glared at him: "Little baby, who taught you the poem just now?" Let's be honest! ”

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