In the Great Li Dynasty, people who could write were regarded as literary and opera stars, and no matter how down, it was impossible for the literati to write recipes on straw paper for you in exchange for a bowl of rice to eat.

Therefore, Houlong Village Straw Paper, which has played a "brand effect", is not worried about business for a while.

Guo Dalu was idle, folded a bamboo, made the simplest fishing rod, fished in the stream at the entrance of the village, and was catching a big mouth beard, when he suddenly heard the sound of an ox cart behind him, and asked in a friendly voice: "This little brother, may I ask Guo Da Hermit who lives in this Houlong Village?"

As soon as Guo Dalu turned around, the big mouth in his hand struggled, broke free from the hook and went into the stream, flicked his tail and disappeared.

Guo Dalu saw a middle-aged scribe wearing a high crown sitting on the ox cart, and was asking him with a smile, he was thinking about which one of the "Guo Da Hermits" was in the village, only to hear the scribe ask again: "Do you know where Master Guo Dalu lives? You help me lead the way, and this money will buy you candy to eat." ”

Guo Dalu grinned in his heart, when did he become a "hermit" and "master"? Who is this scribe? Why did he come to inquire about him? Did he want to plot against himself? If it was really unfavorable to himself, it would be impossible for him to ask around like this?

Guo Dalu pretended to be a country boy with a stupid smile, and grabbed the copper coin in the scribe's hand: "Guo Dalu went to the mountains to play, the place is old and thick, and when you enter the mountain, you can't find it." ”

The scribe was Li Hua, he rushed to visit Guo Dalu, but he didn't expect to pounce, but he was a little unwilling, he thought about it, and took out the straw paper printed with the square: "This little brother, do you know where is the workshop where Master Guo printed this thing?"

Guo Dalu glanced at it: "There are so many of these things in our village, if you spend a penny to buy a bundle of straw paper, you can give you these two recipes, why did this old man go to the village to buy it? ”

Li Hua shook his head: "This little brother, you don't know, the recipe on this straw paper is really wonderful, but what is even more amazing is the method of printing on straw paper, if I can ask Master Guo to pass on this printing method to the world, then everyone in the world can afford to read the book - alas, you don't understand the truth." ”

Guo Dalu couldn't help but glance at the scribe more, the recipe on the straw paper has been circulated for a long time, and five or six thousand copies have been distributed to say the least, but it is the first time that someone has discovered the mystery of printing on the straw paper, this scribe is a little interesting, and he can immediately find that this printing method can greatly reduce the cost and make the students of the world can afford to buy books.

What's even more rare is that this person does not have a sour temperament, and in the face of a country brother like himself, he can speak kindly.

After Guo Dalu crossed over to the Great Li Dynasty, it was the first time to deal with the "intellectuals" who mastered the most advanced culture in this era, and he suddenly became interested and threw away the copper coin in his hand, "This uncle, I can't take your copper coin for nothing, don't you just want to know how this recipe is printed? "As he spoke, he was about to pull the ox cart.

Li Hua hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Guo Dalu's movements: "No." Without Master Guo's permission, how can I see his secret printing method? Isn't this a thief?"

Li Hua looked at the sky: "It's going to be dark this day, and it's going to be a night walk back to the city at this time, so it's better to simply stay in this Houlong Village and wait for Master Guo to go down the mountain." This little brother, whose house in this village has a vacant house that allows me to spend the night?"

Guo Dalu said: "My house is empty, this uncle should live in my house." As he spoke, he put away the fishing rod indiscriminately, pulled the ox rope and left, and said, "But you have to give money, you can't live in vain." ”

Li Hua was not annoyed, and nodded: "That's natural, please prepare some food for me, I'm a little hungry all the way from the county seat." Naturally, I also pay for this food. ”

Guo Dalu pulled the ox cart while nodding in his heart, this scribe gave him a good first feeling, not like the stinky literati described in the ancient notebook novels I had read before, full of sour and rotten gas, high up, looking down on mud legs, this scribe was gentle, and he was also very disciplined, and took the initiative to refuse to visit the printing method. Faced with asking for food and lodging money, he didn't rely on his identity, thinking that he was superior and spoke ill of him.

Guo Dalu pulled the ox cart back to his home, along the way, met a lot of children who were preparing to go to school at night, the children saluted Guo Dalu, Guo Dalu in order not to reveal his identity, did not return the salute, Li Hua mistakenly thought that the children were saluting themselves, smiled back, and sighed: "Although the village is remote, I didn't expect the villagers to be so respectful and polite, I think it must have been taught by Master Guo, this trip is not worthwhile, this trip is not worthwhile." ”

Guo Dalu led Li Hua into his house, Guo Jin sat in the room, and heard movement outside: "Dalu, are you back?"

Guo Dalu responded: "Dad, there is a foreigner at home, who wants to borrow my house and wants some food." ”

Guo Jin hurriedly greeted him: "It's a happy event for a guest to come to the door, Dalu, hurry up and prepare a meal for the guest." ”

Guo Dalu said to Li Hua: "This uncle, my father's eyes are not good, you sit and chat with him, and I will cook." With that, he slipped into the kitchen.

Li Hua heard that Guo Dalu asked him to chat with a blind country farmer, but he didn't care, he really helped Guo Jin to sit down, asked a few words about farming, and after a while, Guo Dalu brought up the rice, but it was a plate of pickles and three bowls of rice.

Since the summer vacation of the 21st century, Guo Dalu has stopped eating, although some villagers will send some things from time to time, but he will hand over the things to Li Bo and ask him to exchange food for the children to eat - originally this move was just a show for Li Bo to see, but now it has become a fake - now Guo Dalu has no food to eat except for some rice grains that were dried in the sun before.

Li Hua looked at the black pickles, and he didn't look embarrassed, because he knew that the farmers in the countryside were extremely poor, and it was already calculated that there were pickles on the table, and some poor people went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables to eat all year round.

Guo Jin picked up the rice bowl that Guo Dalu stuffed into his hand, and raised it in the direction where Li Hua was sitting: "This guest, there is no food, and the meal is full." ”

Li Hua knows that "there are no dishes, the rice is full" is the kind words of inviting guests to eat in Yinxian County, but today's scene is indeed no good dishes, and even whether the rice can be eaten is a problem, and most people in the countryside use sorghum rice to fill their hunger, although Li Hua has no shelf and is used to poverty, but he has never eaten sorghum rice, but in order to ask Master Guo for advice, it is nothing to occasionally eat a bowl of sorghum rice.

The torches in the room flickered on and off, Li Hua couldn't see the rice bowl in his hand clearly, he picked up a chopstick in his mouth, and just wanted to swallow it hard, but he was suddenly stunned, because he found that what was in his mouth was not rough and unpalatable sorghum, but white rice!

Li Hua turned the bowl sideways and shone into the light of the torch, it was indeed white rice, and it was full of grains, crystal color, and it was a good rice of the highest quality - no, it was more mellow than the best tribute rice he had ever tasted!

Although Li Hua is the master of the county school, in fact, it is an ordinary teaching, although there is Lu rice, and there is cold pork to divide during the New Year's Festival, in fact, life is not easy, he often sends the good Lu rice he received to the rice shop for some low-cost brown rice to eat, so as not to run out of grain, and the best polished rice is only served on the table during the New Year's Festival.

But in a villager in Houlong Village, where did he get such high-quality snowflake polished rice?

But Li Hua thought about it and was relieved, this must be the grain that the Guo family respectfully borrowed from the wealthy villagers as a scholar, so thinking about it, his good impression of the Guo family's father and son increased. He even thought that he could send a few books to the Guo family later, encouraging this child called "Dalu" to make good progress.

Li Hua didn't know that this white rice was Guo Dalu's last remaining stock, after tonight, Guo Dalu himself would have to eat sorghum rice, such a good day, until the end of the two-month summer vacation, after the start of school, the lavish college students can replenish the trash can with a steady stream of food, or, after the sugar business is listed, Guo Dalu has surplus money in his hand to improve the food.

After eating, Li Hua was about to ask Guo Dalu about the home of "Master Guo and Guo Da Hermit", when he suddenly heard the sound of reading outside the house.

Li Fu never imagined that in a small mountain village, he could hear the sound of night reading, and listening to the sound, it was clear that it was not a person reading, but a group of children reading. He was stunned, not only joyful and praised: "This must be Master Guo's teaching, it is really a teaching, even this small mountain village is blessed by it, alas, I came too late." ”

Guo Dalu shook his head and said: "This is called the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, and the sound is in your ears." ”

Li Fu's eyes lit up, and he slapped his palms in a gaffe: "Okay! What a sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading, the sound is in your ears! This, this must be what Master Guo said, this is clearly a good couplet, this little brother, what is the next couplet?"

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Xialian is a family affair, a national affair, a world affair, and everything is concerned." ”

Li Fu silently recited the couplet a few times, and stood up suddenly: "Quick, take me to the children's reading place, even if Master Guo has not returned, it is good that I can sit in the teaching place of Master Guo." ”

Guo Dalu couldn't help but laugh and took Li Fu to the school, Hao Geer and others were stunned when they saw Guo Dalu come in with a strange middle-aged uncle, Guo Dalu waved his hand and motioned for everyone to review by themselves, Li Fu didn't notice Guo Dalu's small movements, because as soon as he entered the school, he was attracted by the content of the children's recitation.