Near the west gate of the palace, dust wafted in the sky visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem."

Yuwen Shihong was guided by the palace attendants, and when he came to the West Gate, he was choked by the pollution in the air and coughed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, the queen is in the front of the mansion, and she has been busy here for a long time." The palace attendant said softly.

Yuwen Shihong nodded, looking at the palace in front of him like a luxurious version of the courtyard, which has now been used to being called the palace by the palace attendants, Yuwen Shihong was very satisfied with the change in this detail.

He knew that Yang Qianxue's mind had always been on the Guozi Prison, and if he guessed correctly, the front was where the Guozi Supervision Office was located.

After the palace attendant retreated, Yuwen Shihong walked into the huge palace alone, and as soon as he entered, he saw that the huge courtyard was empty.

A large group of men dressed in various clothes were busy coming and going, and on the ground of the courtyard, there were yards of mountain stone slabs taller than people.

And these people are using chisels to chisel on the stone slabs of the mountain.

Yuwen Shihong quietly walked closer, only to see that they were chiseling something similar to a stone stele.

"Is it so much trouble to rub the classics?" Yuwen Shihong suddenly opened his mouth, startling the man who was focusing on chiseling.

As soon as the man turned around, he saw Yuwen Shihong in a crown robe, and immediately hurriedly knelt on the ground:

"Meet the Emperor!"

Yuwen Shihong smiled helplessly and waved his hand:

"Pingshen, I'm here to see how the matter of the Guozijian is going."

Upon hearing this, the man said nervously and stammeringly:

"Your Majesty, the public courtyard here is the rubbing office under the jurisdiction of the Guozijian, with the mountain stone slab as the base, and the paper paste extension after brushing the ink, and one page is completed!"

"Her Royal Highness is in the office to the east, and there is the Paper Department."

After a general understanding, Yuwen Shihong instructed him to continue working, and then went to the Papermaking Department to find Yang Qianxue.

The paper department is full of all kinds of wooden tools that Yuwen Shihong can't understand, but at a glance it is extremely rough, like fishermen on the beach pulling nets and drying nets.

Yuwen Shihong silently watched the busyness of the people in the courtyard for a while, and saw several of them gathered around a huge pool, which was covered with yellowed slurry.

At the corner of the pool, several people pulled the cloth net from the slurry at the same time, and the water was naturally filtered by the cloth, and a thin layer of wet fibers was wrapped on the cloth.

Several people worked together to lay the yellowed slurry and cloth flat in the sun, and then, as just now, soaked another cloth into the slurry, and then pulled it up and put it aside to dry.

After only a few minutes, Yuwen Shihong walked to the piece of cloth that had been dried before, and gently peeled off the corner of the cloth with his fingers.

It can be seen that as long as it is dried for a while, a huge piece of paper can be cut and retained.

Although it looks well organized, Yuwen Shihong still feels inefficient from the perspective of modern people.

"How many pieces of paper can you produce in a day with one pool for the six of you?" Yuwen Shihong asked the little official who was making paper.

The little official thought for a moment, and then replied:

"From dawn to dark, if it doesn't rain, you can produce about 100 sheets a day, and if you cut them to the size of a classic, you might be able to cut about 2,000 sheets."

Hearing the sound, Yuwen Shihong thought to himself, six people can only produce 2,000 pieces of A4 paper a day, and the efficiency is really low, no wonder the saying "Luoyang paper is expensive" is so popular in Zhou State.

"Eh, the emperor is here," it happened that Yang Qianxue walked out of the mansion and saw that Yuwen Shihong was actually here, and she walked to Yuwen Shihong with joy:

"Guozijian has been able to complete the papermaking to rubbing, weaving and printing and sending it out, not only the country has a paper making department and a rubbing office, I also sent people to more than 20 states around the national capital, and set up a paper making department and a rubbing office first."

"When Taixue is completed, students will come to study, and the classics will be in place immediately, so that students can have a copy without a problem."

Yang Qianxue excitedly told a lot of things about Guozijian, Yuwen Shihong kept smiling and listened to her patiently, so as not to sweep Yang Qianxue's interest.

"Where is Zuo Ziliang?" After Yang Qianxue finished speaking, Yuwen Shihong opened his mouth and asked about the inheritor of papermaking.

"Mr. Ziliang is going to various places to set up papermaking offices on behalf of his concubine, and it will take a few days to come back."

"Hmmm......"

Yuwen Shihong thought to himself, I don't know what kind of papermaking raw materials he uses.

According to Yuwen Shihong's knowledge reserves, the reason for the high efficiency of papermaking in later generations was due to the use of a more suitable raw material - bamboo.

Bamboo pulp and paper have been popular for hundreds of years.

"Your Majesty, you have been tired of traveling and traveling lately, and you are working hard for state affairs, so it is better to accompany the emperor as a concubine...... Going for a glass of wine? Yang Qianxue bowed slightly shyly and said:

"It's been a long time since I've had a meal with the emperor."

Looking at Yang Qianxue's delicate appearance, how could Yuwen Shihong's heart be unresponsive, and when he saw Yang Qianxue, his heart was already scratching slightly.

Take the initiative to drink alcohol, wouldn't it ......

Yuwen Shihong hid a dark smile on his belly, and made a gesture with Yang Qianxue, and the two left Guozijian in a greasy atmosphere, and walked side by side in the direction of returning to the dormitory.

……

On the tower of the palace, Yang Jian stood on a high place as if admiring his masterpiece, overlooking the one hundred and eight square streets that he personally repaired and expanded after presiding over the Weiwei Temple.

Residents bustle the streets, built on the banks of the Wei River, in the West Market, where many vendors sell their surplus vegetables and game hunted in the mountains.

This piece of fireworks in the world is very comfortable to watch.

"Lord Yang."

At this time, a man's voice suddenly came from behind Yang Jian, Yang Jian turned around, and saw that it was Ma Changyuan, the temple secretary of Sinong Temple.

Both of them are Sipin Siqing, and as soon as they meet, they bow to each other.

Seeing Ma Changchang carrying his bags, Yang Jian smiled and asked:

"Master Ma is going to go far away?"

Ma Changchang smiled helplessly:

"I am a native of Yangzhou, since bathing in the emperor's grace, I have been running around for nearly seven or eight months, and I have passed by the door of my house several times, but I have not been able to see my mother at home."

"Now it's rare to have a short time to relax, and I want to pick up my aunt to live in Beijing."

"Hehe, Master Ma is a filial son," Yang Jian approved, and turned his head to look at Guodu Fang Street, which he was deeply proud of:

"I still remember when I first came to the national capital, the national capital was still messy, and even quite dilapidated, and it was really the right time for Master Ma to take his family to Beijing at this moment."

"I also asked the old lady to see the difference between the national capital and the locality."

The ostentation in Yang Jian's voice was overflowing, but Ma Changchang still smiled helplessly:

"What if you see it, if your livelihood is still poor, what's the use of this street scene, no matter how beautiful it is?"

These words revealed the meaning of dissatisfaction with Fang Street, and Yang Jian was very surprised:

What does Ma Adi mean by this? Why not be blunt? ”

"Hey, if A-Niang comes to the national capital, she can only stay in a Taoist temple or a temple, because I am an outsider, what if I am an official, I still have no place to stand."

"I can't even afford to rent a house."