Shangguan Yi flipped through the scrolls in his hand, and what was written on the scrolls was the direction of the future development of the village, which was also the direction of wealth.

Some people say that Zhang Yang is a philistine, Zhang Yang loves money and good Jia, but he will not interfere too much in the business affairs of the village, and Zhang Yang is not very proficient and good at running a business, which can be seen from his extensive business methods.

Compared with other merchants, it is much worse, but His Royal Highness King Wei takes care of these businesses in an orderly manner.

Zhang Yang is more adept at construction, and he is particularly interested in the management and development plan of the village, which in Zhang's words is business-centric, developing a place where the villagers can be prosperous.

These strategies and plans are also rarely recorded in the classics, which is a rare way of governing that has never been touched before.

Since ancient times, there have also been merchants who bought and sold in the west, such as the merchants whose names have been left in the annals of history by Lü Buwei.

A person who has goods in his hands is a merchant, and ordinary merchants rarely have a long-term foothold in one place, and they often run from place to place.

Not to mention that Zhang Yang will not scatter his wealth to build a place, and the construction of his so-called industry can be regarded as a rare way of doing business or a way of doing business.

When he came here, he had always had doubts in his heart, what kind of place he wanted to turn this place into in his heart, did he already plan to know the direction, or was he also groping himself, Shangguan Yi slowly put down the scroll in his hand, closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

In the early morning, a group of soldiers and horses came all the way to Lishan from a distance.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Shimin rode his horse in front, and behind him was Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chigong.

An arrow missed, and it accurately hit a galloping deer, and Li Shimin's face was smiling.

The eldest grandson Wuji whispered on the side, "Your Majesty, Shangguan Yi refused."

The smile was still there, and Li Shimin smiled, "I know."

Moody and angry, and not knowing what His Majesty was thinking, the eldest grandson Wuji turned over and dismounted in discouragement, and asked the guards to bring the deer that His Majesty shot down.

The eldest grandson Wuji has a straight face, and he doesn't know what's going on lately, and there are more and more worries.

In Chang'an City, Zhang Yang is very busy, at the moment he is very embarrassed, his clothes are dirty and sloppy, the pulp is filtered through a sieve again, the pulp is spread on the wooden board, and the sun is shining, waiting for the paper to form.

"Husband will definitely succeed." Li Yue took a sip of a bowl of brown sugar water.

This time, the pulp is whiter, because some plant ash is added to the steam, in order to remove impurities in it, the wood is dissolved, and the fibers can be better separated.

Li Yue sat next to her husband, and the couple were soaking in the sun together, and the warm sunshine made people feel very comfortable.

I was woken up by a cold wind and woke up in the evening.

Zhang Yang looked at the pulp drying for the first time, and a palm-sized piece of yellow paper was taken down from the wooden board, looked at the paper, and laughed loudly: "Daughter-in-law, we are going to get rich, we are going to make a fortune."

Li Yue, who was still asleep, slowly opened his eyes and saw the paper standing up, "Succeeded?"

Looking at the smile on his husband's face, he also sniffed the smell of the paper, as if he was smelling money.

The sunset stretched the figure very long, and the couple stood together, Li Yue whispered, "This paper seems to be thicker than the previous paper." ….

"When the pulp is spread out to dry, it is good to make it thinner, it looks a little loose, and then press it to use, which is much tougher than we used before."

There is still paper left over from the previous in the latrine at home, which is as soft as a cloth that will break if you pull it with a little force, and the paper in your hand is as tough as a leaf.

The texture of printing paper and writing paper is different, especially when it comes to ink.

Because movable type printing uses simple jigs to press the words on, tougher paper is needed to withstand this pressure.

After brushing the ink, put the paper in, close the clamp and open it again, take out the paper, look at the ink on it, and some ink leached between the handwriting strokes.

Li Yue frowned and said, "The ink is scattered, is it too much ink?"

"The range of loose ink is not

It's because the paper hasn't been completely dried, and one day in late autumn is not enough, and it has to be stored in a dry environment." Zhang Yang put down the paper and recorded the results of this experiment, "After that, a house will be arranged, and the house will be kept dry, so that the cow can break into the preparation."

The paper still smells a little grassy, so it's good to dry it for a while.

Li Yue frowned and said, "Wouldn't it be better to dry it directly, but it will take two days to dry it."

Zhang Yang took a sip of tea, and let out a long breath as if he had unloaded the burden of his body, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

Paper can only be dried during the day, which is easy to affect the output, and the choice of drying method does not care about the day and night, and the production can be much faster.

Li Yue started to try when she had an idea, she has a soft spot for experiments, and it has been a long time since the last waterwheel experiment.

There was a bonfire in the yard, and the pulp was dried on a wooden rack.

The couple were eating dinner, and Li Yue watched the little bear lying by the bonfire enjoying the warmth of the flames.

"Today, Aunt Wang said that the queen mother has returned to the palace first, and she will come to visit us tomorrow."

"Then prepare tomorrow."

Li Yue picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

After the meal, the couple looked at the night sky and chatted, Zhang Yang told the story of his childhood, and was stared at by his parents to read.

Whether it is now or in the future, things are similar for ordinary families.

It's all a story of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Let Li Yue hold his arm and lean on his shoulder, everyone has childhood, and the memories of childhood are a bit silly, but also brilliant and innocent.

Li Yue's childhood is different, she has lived in the deep palace since she was a child, her body is weak and she can't play like ordinary children, and she is almost a child who is fed with medicinal soup.

Her childhood consisted only of dimly lit palaces, except for which was almost a blank slate.

"Is it fun to throw sandbags?" Li Yue asked suddenly.

"It's a child's game."

"Then I want to play too."

"I'll make you a few when I'm free."

"Hmm."

Looking at the pulp that was being dried, there were bulges on the solidified pieces of paper, and there were a lot of pieces of debris, and the pieces of paper were very incomplete.

Li Yue frowned and tore off a piece.

Zhang Yang pondered, "It's too close to the fire, the temperature is too high, the pulp is like boiling water, and it will naturally bulge, and the fibers will harden quickly to catch up with the speed of pulp drying." ….

Li Yue thought about what happened to the pulp when it was drying, and was silent for a long time.

It's all scraps of paper, and when the wind blows, it all falls off.

Seeing her depressed expression, Zhang Yang said abruptly, "There are always failures on the road to success."

Li Yue's expression was full of regret, "Think of a way again."

"We encourage each other."

"I want to have a late-night snack." Li Yue raised his chin and said.

"Wash and sleep early, and you'll be a little fat man." Zhang Yang decisively rejected her request, her daughter-in-law is still drinking, if she drinks wine after becoming a fat man, and looks like she is drunk with a red face, how can she really become Zhang Fei alive.

"Tomorrow, we're going to get up early and clean up the house." Zhang Yang admonished again, but responded to her closing the door.

Eating supper is not a good habit, and she must not let it go.

In the early morning, after a night of silence, Chang'an City returned to life.

When he got up early and started to clean up the house, Zhang Yang swept the yard.

Li Yue tidied up the house and found very strange drawings from her husband's room, could it be that her husband secretly drew them every night? What is this grip with a notch? Why is this rivet so weird?

Aunt Wang and Aunt Yang also came to help early, and the happiness of Her Royal Highness the princess is their biggest motivation.

It's noon when the house is cleaned up, and it's almost time for lunch, Queen

It's also here.

The queen was accompanied by a few palace maids, bringing some silk and food from the palace.

Seeing the queen, Li Yue saluted obediently, "Queen Mother."

Empress Eldest Sun smiled and the corners of her eyes were a little wrinkled, and the two of them held hands and sat down, "I wanted to hunt this autumn, but the queen mother wanted to go to the fiefdom to see you, but I didn't expect you to stay at home, so I came back."

Li Yue had a smile on her face, "Let the queen mother worry."

Straightening Li Yue's hair bun and looking at her eyebrows, Empress Eldest Sun said in a low voice, "You kid Xijing definitely don't want to stay in the noisy Lishan."

looked at Zhang Yang who was standing on the side again, and Empress Eldest Sun was sitting upright, "I heard that you husband and wife often go to Guozijian?"

Li Yue nodded and said, "It's all my father's orders, and my daughter and husband also like to read."

"It's okay or fine." Empress Eldest Sun nodded, "As long as the two of you can live well, the queen mother is also relieved, and she will tell the palace what she needs on weekdays."

"Everything in the house is made by the husband, and there is nothing missing, there is some bacon at home, and the queen mother will take it with her when she leaves."

Empress Changsun sighed with emotion, "Those people in the clan will also ask the palace for more or less, as well as those princesses who have already married or your father's brothers."

Looking at this small courtyard, Empress Eldest Sun sighed, "Not to mention that your husband and wife live a poor life, you have never asked the palace for half a point, and you always send some edible food to the palace."

Li Yue lowered his head with a smile, "I don't know if my father and mother like it or not, they all do it at home."

"I like it, your father can't live without that mouthful of salted pork these days, and he can't eat without that salty pork."

Hearing this, Li Yue had a smile on his face.

Empress Eldest Sun said again: "Your father always said that Zhang Yang is unproductive, but this eats well." ….

Li Yue looked at Zhang Yang when he heard this, "My husband has been studying these days, and he has been quite enlightened recently."

The daughter-in-law spoke for herself, Zhang Yang's old face turned red, and she said in her heart, "You Li Shimin can't treat other people's dreams as a performance of no profit, and let your family live a good life is useless? Outrageous.

Empress Eldest Sun held Li Yue's hand, "In the future, when your husband and wife have children, you must tell the queen mother, and the queen mother will make clothes for your children."

"Thank you, Queen Mother." Li Yue smiled.

Seeing that her eyes were full of agility and vitality, Empress Eldest Sun felt the temperature of Li Yue's palms, these little hands were still cold, "How is your body?"

"It's been a long time since I've been sick." Li Yue glanced at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang walked to the side and began to be busy making today's lunch, the daughter-in-law was still chatting with the queen, and she didn't know what they were talking about, and the two laughed softly from time to time.

After the meals were cooked, they were all simple home-cooked dishes, and the eldest grandson queen left after finishing the meal.

After confirming that the person was gone, Zhang Yang hurriedly closed the courtyard door and took out a bucket of pulp hidden in the utility room at home, "Hurry up, while it's not too late, let's go first."

Take out a large wooden board, pour the pulp on it, like a cloth silk, and let the one-foot-long pulp dry like this, and then cut it when it is ready to form paper.

Zhang Yang cut the wood and planned to make a few more wooden shelves with paper.

After washing the dishes quickly, Li Yue also sat aside to help pick up the wood wealth, "So many elms sent from the palace have not been used yet."

"Those elms have another purpose, they can be used to make furniture."

"Then keep it for now." Li Yue put aside the sorted wood, and sat quietly on the side and cut the wood.

"How's the village kids?"

"Cotton is not enough, and when the cotton arrives next time, you can make the quilt that my husband talked about."

……

The couple chatted and talked about their future plans.

The bear liked the smell of wood so much that it had no resistance to it, and lay down next to the sawdust and bury its head in it and never moved.

Li Yue carried a small wooden hammer and beat the rivets to splice the wooden frame.

The couple was busy

In the evening, and by the next day, the yard was full of shelves, and the shelves were covered with pulp to dry.

As soon as a foot of paper was cut out neatly, Li Yue sharpened the ink and picked up the pen to write, "Well, this time the ink will not be scattered."

glanced at her handwriting, the daughter-in-law's handwriting was pleasing to the eye, and what was written was in the italics of Mr. Ouyang Xun.

Combined with her originally beautiful prose, she wrote a different style.

The paper is still very rough and yellowish, and you can see some particles on the paper, which are left by the removal of impurities with lime.

It is thicker than the rice paper used in the Tang Dynasty today, the rice paper has good ink wetting, the paper is soft but the price is also very high, ordinary people will not consider it at all, it is also the paper used by the powerful.

Even the wealthy families in Chang'an City use mulberry hemp paper.

The storage and use of mulberry hemp paper is not as good as that of rice paper.

If you want to seize the paper market of Datang, you must win the quality of mulberry paper in the cheap paper market, and win the price of rice paper to fill the vacancy in the Datang paper market.

Whether it is mulberry hemp paper or rice paper, these papers are made in a variety of processes and take too long.

Soaking in water to dissolve the wood to extract the fibres takes time, from five to six months to three months.

Under the action of alkali or lime, the process of dissolving wood can be much faster, which is the benefit of knowledge, and it is also the secret that can make pulp in a short time, and the way to make money.

Wumart is also cheap, just buying paper is easy to be run by the market, everything is always right, Zhang Yang walked into Li Yue's room and rummaged through her bookshelf.

"What are you looking for?" Li Yue's gloomy and compassionate words came from behind him.

"Where did you put that book in the Red Chamber?"

Her boudoir is her forbidden place, and in the past two years of marriage, there have been more and more secrets in her room.

Zhang Wei