The peak of Qinglong Mountain, cigarette roll workshop.

Li Yu was looking down at the materials at hand, studying the new cigarette rolls as he watched.

The new cigarette in Li Yu's heart was actually just a cigar he had smoked in his previous life.

Legend has it that tobacco was introduced to the country during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, but there are also wild historical rumors that tobacco was transmitted to the local area before the Han Dynasty.

However, cigars are 100% of the tobacco that came from Europe in their previous lives.

Li Yu frowned, carefully studied the tobacco ingredients, and among the many plants, he chose the ones that could be matched with the cigar composition, and then wrapped them in sun-dried tobacco leaves, and lit them to try its taste.

After several attempts, Li Yu finally found a few tobacco leaves in some tobacco that were similar to the taste of cigars and could be wrapped in tobacco leaves.

After trying the taste, Li Yu immediately ordered someone to find Tang Hong.

"Old soup, go follow the recipe I wrote and get these spices back." Li Yu handed the recipe in his hand to Tang Hong.

Tang Hong took the recipe, looked at it, and looked at Li Yu in surprise.

"These, can you put them in tobacco?"

"Of course you can, but you need to be deployed, you just have to get it, and I have a reason to come back." Li Yu waved his hand and asked Tang Hong to buy the materials he needed.

After Tang Hong left, Li Yu stretched his waist and just wanted to rest, but there was a rush of footsteps outside.

"Sixth Highness, there is a letter from Chizhou." Outside, a servant-like figure walked in, looking a little anxious.

Frowning, Li Yu stood up and took the letterhead from the servant's hand.

Ordering the servant to stand back, Li Yu opened the envelope and opened it to watch.

The letter was written by Lu Jiang, and the letter said that he had gone to the imperial court, explained the matter in detail, and asked the court to surrender the crime.

The front of the letter is very brief, but the back says something that Li Yu is not very clear......

After reading the letter, Li Yu burned the letter directly, and then let out a sigh and walked out of the workshop.

Twilight has now covered the mountains, the sun is setting, and the sky is fiery red.

Li Yu stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes fell on Jinling City in the distance, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

"Since you have come to the Southern Tang Dynasty, as Li Yu, you must not let Li Yu's name be despised by the world through the ages."

Just as he was sighing, there was already the sound of footsteps behind him, and listening to the voice, it should be Tang Hong back.

"How? Something bought? Li Yu asked without replying.

"It has been ordered to go down, and soon things will be sent up the mountain." Tang Hong stood not far behind Li Yu and replied respectfully.

"Go get pen and paper, I'm going to write something." Li Yu still didn't look back, but his eyes flashed in the twilight.

Tang Hong felt that the Sixth Highness in front of him was a little unfathomable, although he walked all the way, until this moment, he felt more and more that the Sixth Highness had such an unruly spirit in his bones, which he had never seen or heard of before.

turned around and got a pen and paper for Li Yu, and brought a small table and placed it not far from Li Yu.

Hearing Tang Hong's call, the pen and paper were ready, Li Yu turned around and walked to the table, and after sitting down, he picked up the pen and paper and waved it.

What Li Yu wrote was not a poem, but an authentic leaflet.

In the Southern Tang Dynasty, there was no such thing as a leaflet, but what Li Yu is writing now is this kind of thing.

After writing, he put the pen away, turned his head to Tang Hong behind him, and said: "Take it and let people copy, the more the better, at least tens of thousands, and before tomorrow morning, these well-written papers will be scattered in the streets and alleys of the capital." ”

Listening to Li Yu's instructions, Tang Hong's eyes almost fell, holding the paper in his hand, and he smiled helplessly: "Your Royal Highness Six, don't say tens of thousands, I don't think even three thousand can be written." ”

Hearing this, Li Yu couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately thought that this was the Southern Tang Dynasty, not the period after the Northern Song Dynasty.

In other words, there has never been a modulation printing machine, and it may be difficult to produce tens of thousands of leaflets purely manually.

After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand to let Tang Hong step back first, he picked up the pen and paper, and quickly began to draw.

Printing, according to the memory of Li Yu's previous life, should be traced back to before the pre-Qin period.

At that time, it was not engraving printing, but stamps were popular, and later it gradually evolved into a more convenient printing technique.

Printing should have been most popular since the Sui and Tang dynasties, especially among Buddhists.

From the perspective of Li Yu's previous life and modern people, the most primitive engraving printing technique was not very difficult, so he waved the book, and not long after, a very simple engraving printing, letterpress printing layout was drawn by him.

Called Tang Hong and asked him to find a craftsman to rush to work overnight to make this engraving and printing template first.

Tang Hong looked at this drawing, and was very surprised in his heart, he didn't know what it was, but His Royal Highness the Sixth had an order, so he naturally hurried down to find someone to work overnight.

After all this, Li Yu felt a little sleepy and wanted to go back to his room to rest, but as soon as he got up, he saw a woman standing behind him.

"Why are you here?" Li Yu was surprised by the girl in front of him, and his face was stunned.

Standing behind him was the imperial sister Li Fangyi.

"I heard rumors from the palace that you went to the Qinhuai River in the afternoon, and it seems that there was something wrong with your tobacco business." Li Fangyi walked over prettyly, holding Li Yu's arm with both hands, looking like a little daughter's coquettishness.

Nodding, Li Yu sighed, gently stroked Li Fangyi's blown loose hair on the already dim peak, and said softly: "Something is wrong, but it's not that bad, you ran out of the palace this big night, be careful of being scolded by the queen mother." ”

"No, I told the queen mother, come to you to have a look, and she also said, if it's late, let you send me back to the palace." Li Fangyi raised her face and looked into Li Yu's eyes.

From Li Fangyi's eyes, Li Yu saw a kind of loneliness and loneliness.

Li Fangyi has been raised in the boudoir since she was a child, and she is even more lonely than the ladies of ordinary families, so she is even more lonely and lonely.

Thinking about her life in history, Li Yu turned from pity to love for the girl in front of him, and a feeling of wanting to protect her surged in his heart.

"I can't save the moon in the west, I can't swallow the long night, a song of autumn, the leaves fall and the flowers are grateful, and I am also stupid, but I hate to thank each other."

Li Yu couldn't help but groan in his mouth, which was a poem he had occasionally heard when he was young.

Hearing Li Yu's mouth, Li Fangyi's body couldn't help but tremble, because this small order was not the rhythm that it should have at this time, and the artistic conception was far-reaching, and it had penetrated deeply into her lonely and lonely heart.