Fang Ming disagreed: "In this way, isn't the most important thing to take the test is agriculture?" On the second day of the second day of February, he personally went to the field to plow, and ordered officials in various localities to persuade farmers to pay taxes and reduce land rents and taxes. ”

"The country is based on agriculture, this is a well-known thing in the world, do you still need to take the test?" Xi Lan said: "The exam is a good way to ask questions about the doubts or disputes of the officials. ”

Fang Ming: "Joke, the exam is a test of the candidate's talent, a test of the candidate's morality, only those with talent and virtue are qualified to stand in the court and assist the king in managing the country." ”

The two people who were arguing didn't know that Zhao Hanzhang and Ji Yuanming were sitting in the private room on the second floor at this time, looking down through the half-open window facing the lobby.

Zhao Hu shook the folding fan and pushed the door open and came in, and the little guy who followed immediately bent down and put the wine jar in his arms on the table, Zhao Hu snapped the fan together, and then sat opposite Zhao Hanzhang, ordered the wine jar and said: "This is the newly brewed wine in my restaurant, you can give it a good name." ”

As he spoke, he opened the folding fan and shook it gently under Zhao Hanzhang's gaze.

Zhao Hanzhang's gaze slowly moved from the wine jar to the fan he was shaking, and said, "Seventh Uncle Ancestor, it's cold, and you should be careful with the fan at this time." ”

The development of the paper industry and technological progress have also made the paper fan come out in advance, oh, by the way, there are stacked fans made of silk cloth before the paper fan, which is the favorite of the upper class literati in summer, but although the people who use it are very noble, the workmanship is still very rough.

Until the paper mill sent a lot of new paper to Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan.

Each paper mill will send a sample to Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan each for each new variety, because they are always surprised by the use of each new paper, so the paper mill is eager to listen to their opinions.

For example, when the craftsmen made the soft straw paper according to the recipe, they found that the ink was dizzy, and it was not easy to write, and the paper was still soft, and they once felt that they had made a mistake.

Therefore, I repeatedly checked the formula and did it several times, and found that the paper made was only slightly different, and it was still the same and could not be written, so I sincerely pleaded guilty with Zhao Hanzhang.

Then they unlocked the use of this fluffy straw paper.

By the way, Zhao Hanzhang encouraged them to mix and make paper for different purposes.

The paper mill was inspired, and sure enough, the road of research and development began, and the craftsmen of each paper mill had different ideas, and the new paper researched was also different, among which there was a very tough paper.

At that time, it was a hot day, Fu Tinghan was doing handicrafts, and there were bamboo strips next to him, so he polished them and made a bamboo fan for her.

She used it for several days, and Zhao Hu came to see it, and when she turned around, she asked someone to make a bunch of paper fans and hang them in his bookstore to sell.

As a result, Luoyang quickly became popular with paper fans, and when Zhao Hanzhang went to the street again, he could see a person holding a paper fan after walking three steps.

For the first time, she knew that it was like to lead fashion.

She glanced at the jar and asked, "If I gave it a name, how much would you sell it for?" ”

Zhao Hu stretched out three fingers and said, "Three hundred Wen." ”

Seeing Zhao Hanzhang frowning, he paused, and hesitated: "The two hundred and sixty texts?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang: "No, it's too cheap, five hundred wen a jar, and it's more expensive." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhao Hu, but also Ji Yuan and Ming Yu couldn't help but look at her.

Zhao Hu looked at her face and told if she was saying the opposite to mock her, "You, seriously?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang: "Of course, now that there is so little food, how can we make a lot of wine?" ”

Zhao Hu exhaled and began to think seriously, "Five hundred wen is fine." ”

Zhao Hanzhang looked at the wine he poured out, smelled the aroma again, and sighed: "The wine is mellow, it can be seen that it uses good grain, all of which are anointed, and this wine is called Qiongyu." ”

Zhao Hu felt that the name she chose was not very good, and suggested: "Don't think about one anymore, think of a more meaningful name, such as what dominates the world, dominates the world, and so on." ”

In this way, he advertised that it was Zhao Hanzhang's name, so that everyone could believe it.

Zhao Hanzhang: "...... In the eyes of the Seventh Uncle Ancestor, will I only take such names? ”

"No, isn't it for the sake of being easy to understand? Or as you said, even people have to write official documents in the vernacular, and if you look at the names you have given to those objects in the Treasure Pavilion, they are not as good as those given by illiterate craftsmen. ”

Zhao Hanzhang: "...... I'm easy to understand, you have a jar of wine for 500 Wen, who can afford it for ordinary people? The Treasure Pavilion is called the Treasure Pavilion, but most of the things in it are things that ordinary people can afford, so can you take a whiter name? ”

She didn't want to listen to Zhao Hu's nonsense, so she waved her hand and said, "Only this name, do you want it or not?" ”

What dominates the world, dominates?

If you are too ostentatious, you will get into trouble, and low-key is the king, don't you know?

There is no rumor at all in the south, and he openly makes such a name, and King Langya thinks that she is going to send troops to fight him.

Zhao Hu was full of confidence in her, and felt that she was too gentle, and said: "If you want me to say, you should take advantage of the victory to pursue, defeat the Huns last year, and this year you should advance to Jiangnan, how good is it to directly unify the world?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang said earnestly: "Seventh Uncle Ancestor, don't always think about fighting and killing, governing the world should still be based on peace." ”

Ji Yuan explained: "The army has no food and grass, and the people have just experienced a military disaster and locust plague, and they need to recuperate, so this year should focus on recuperation, and many people will die when they raise soldiers." ”

"It's all an excuse, how can there be no one who doesn't die in war?" Zhao Hu sneered: "Could it be that there will be no dead people when you fight Jiangnan in the future?" Since you are willing to use the Hu people as officials, you should rush the captured Hun soldiers and the subdued Shile army to the south of the Yangtze River to fight. ”

Zhao Hanzhang's face turned cold, "The Xiongnu and the Qian people have both returned to Shun, and they are also from my Jin, so don't say it anymore from the Seventh Uncle." ”

Zhao Hanzhang felt cold, after so many years, Zhao Hu still hasn't changed his character of ignoring human life, he doesn't treat the Huns and the Qianren as people, and he doesn't treat the common people as a person.

Zhao Hanzhang endured his displeasure and said to him: "You can do business well, and there is still little talk about things in the court." ”

"Okay, you look down on me just as much as Zitu, you are noble, you are merciful," Zhao Hu got up and wanted to lead the little servant away, "But the old ancestor has a sentence that is right, if it is not my race, its heart will be different, do you think those Hu people will always be submissive to you?" ”

Zhao Hanzhang: "At least they didn't dare to rebel when I was alive." ”

See you tomorrow

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