Chapter 755: Hospitable Guo Fengxiao: Come and Have Tea if You Have Nothing to Do! [Ask for Monthly Tickets]

Liu Xie took the rice paper. The paper was smooth and soft, much better than the paper of the Han Dynasty.

He opened the cabinet again and took out a roll of rice paper brought from the real world. After comparing them with each other, he felt that the feel, color and flexibility of the rice paper made in the industrial area were very close to the high-end ones in the real world. Rice paper.

Yang Xiu said proudly:

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. When we made it, we followed the ancient rice paper process every step of the way. We didn't go beyond it in the slightest. It's only natural that the quality is good."

Liu Xie: "..."

Modern people call ancient method rice paper because it is indeed a practice handed down from ancient times, but there is no need for us big men to mention the word ancient method, right?

In terms of process flow, the word "古" on ancient rice paper is most likely finalized during the Tang and Song dynasties, and was the result of improvements during the Ming and Qing dynasties, and has nothing to do with the Han Dynasty.

He spread the rice paper on the table, took up his pen and wrote in regular script the long and short sentences "Can draw the eagle's bow like the full moon, look northwest, shoot at the wolf", and then said:

"It's very smooth to write, very good. How much output can you produce in a day now?"

Yang Xiu held a fan and fanned the rice paper, preparing to take Liu Xie's calligraphy away and hang it in the office for show:

"Now is the experimental stage, and the output is not high. However, after the process is understood, it is easy to increase the output... Your Majesty, should we sell this paper? It will increase some income for the industrial zone."

Although the industrial zone has been working overtime now, the orders it receives are all from the imperial court. The industrial zone has little liquidity and cannot afford to hold events occasionally.

So Yang Xiu wanted to use rice paper to make some extra money for the industrial zone, increase income, and the court could also increase taxes.

Liu Xie thought for a while and said:

"It's half the price of paper on the market today. Will you lose money?"

If it loses money, it will be used exclusively by the court. After the cost is reduced, it will be sold to the public... Although the Han Dynasty is prosperous, there are many places to spend money, so save when you can.

Yang Xiu shook his standard tinfoil iron and said:

"There is almost a profit of more than ten percent, which is far from losing money. When large-scale production is carried out in the future, the cost will be further reduced... I remember that there is an idiom in later history that Luoyang paper is expensive. It would be better for us to lower the price first."

Liu Xie reminded:

"When rice paper comes out, it will definitely cause a rush among the big families. They will stock up a batch first, and then sell it when the quantity is sufficient. I don't care about the cost. 30% of the profits earned will go to the industrial zone for its own expenses, and the remaining 70% will go to Chang'an University and the Royal Family. The institute is used for scientific research, the purchase of teaching aids, and scholarships for outstanding students. I will ask someone to come up with a detailed charter in the future.”

It is natural for cultural income to be used for education and scientific research. However, after hearing the 30-7 split, Yang Xiu unconsciously came up with two lines in his mind:

"Why is it only 70%?"

"The 70% belongs to others. If you can get 30%, it depends on Huang Silang's face."

It was originally intended to generate revenue for the industrial zone, but His Majesty confiscated 70% of the profits.

If production capacity is expanded in the future, the supply of rice paper will be astronomical. By then, the profits of rice paper will also be astronomical... Chang'an University and the Royal Academy will become richer and richer.

However, thinking that universities and research institutes could help modernize industrial zones, Yang Xiu held back.

Without the research institute, no one knows how to maintain a lot of equipment in the industrial zone or how it works. And without industry-related college students, the factory would have no senior technical personnel.

Of course, these are all complementary to each other. Take the industrial zone as an example. Without the equipment here, many projects of the institute can only stay at the PPT stage. Students from the College of Engineering of Chang'an University don't even have a place to practice.

Now that the industrial zones are making money, it is natural for them to feed back research institutes and universities.

I wonder if the aristocratic family can still recruit talents after Chang'an University launches the scholarship system... Yang Xiu felt as happy as drinking Sprite when he thought of the aristocratic family's failure.

Liu Xie reminded:

"Don't just think about making money. The industrial zone must speed up the production of soldiers and armor. In addition, it must also speed up the production of various agricultural tools, and vigorously promote agricultural tools such as shovels, sickles, iron rakes, and iron plows."

Farmers in the late Han Dynasty used wooden plows and shovels, which were not only inefficient but also difficult to use.

The ink on the rice paper was dried, and Yang Xiu was ready to put it away and take it away:

"We have been producing, and the Quyuan plow has also been produced. We are also planning to share the process with Mianchi Iron Mine, Wancheng Iron Mine, Jinyang Iron Mine and Yecheng Iron Mine, so that these iron mines can specialize in the production of agricultural tools. The focus of the industrial zone is still military equipment, and the functions of civilian equipment are separated. "

Just as he was about to roll up the rice paper, Liu Xie said:

"Wait a minute, I'll write the signature for you, in case anyone doesn't believe it's my handwriting."

After saying that, he picked up the writing brush, left his signature on the rice paper, and stamped it with his hand seal.

He originally planned to use the imperial seal, but considering that this was a private gift, using the imperial seal might bring unnecessary trouble to Yang Xiu, so he decided not to use it.

After writing the signature, Liu Xie moved two boxes of hot and sour noodles, a large can of mutton oil chili, a jar of red fermented bean curd for porridge, as well as candies, pastries, chocolates and other items for Yang Xiu.

"Sir has been worried that you won't be able to eat well in the industrial area, so he asked me to bring it to you. Now that you are here, just take it away in a cart. I won't let anyone else pass it on, so as to avoid damage."

Yang Xiu didn't expect that the master actually missed him so much. The memories of the real world suddenly came to his mind:

"Thank you so much, master. I must work hard and not bring shame to you."

He was just about to ask Liu Xie to record a thank you message to Li Yu, when Guo Jia walked into the hall with a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing that there was candy, this guy quickly stomped out the cigarette, then opened the jar and took out two hazelnut candies:

"Whose are these?"

Yang Xiu said:

"First Born for me, eat if you want, Mr. Fengxiao, if you don't have enough, take more. "

Guo Jia was not polite, he grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his arms, then said to Yang Xiu:

"Your father has been chatting with Zhao Wen recently, telling him to stay away from those old ministers. If you want to chat, come to the Secret Service to find me. I can play chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and military chess, checkers, and Gobang."

Yang Xiu: "..."

Who in Chang'an dares to visit your Secret Service? Do you think your life is too long?

However, Guo Jia could reveal such news to himself, and a handful of candy was definitely not enough. Yang Xiu gave Guo Jia a box of hot and sour noodles, and then asked:

"Why does Mr. Fengxiao suddenly care about my father's movements?"

As one of the top brains in the late Han Dynasty, Yang Xiu's mind turned quickly. He knew that the Secret Service did things after planning. Since they wanted to investigate, they must have discovered some secrets.

There were no outsiders in the palace at this time, and Guo Jia did not hide it:

"Those old ministers heard that Zhen's youngest daughter was rated as invaluable by the famous scholars of Jizhou, so they became interested and have been trying to win her over and promote the marriage. They asked your father to go there to be a witness."

Yang Xiu frowned:

"My father just left like that?"

As a general, this is too politically insensitive, isn't it?

The famous scholars have rated Zhen as having the fate of being a queen, and they are still trying to get close to her. Do they think the fate of the nine clans is too long?

People in the Han Dynasty believed in fate. For example, Zhen of Jizhou and Wu of Shujun were both rated as having the fate of being a queen, so Yuan Shao and Liu Yan couldn't wait to let their sons marry them.

In their view, if their son married someone with the fate of being a queen, then he might become an emperor in the future.

Of course, not only in the late Han Dynasty, but also because of the evaluation of the fate of an empress, Empress Xiao, the wife of Yang Guang, became a plaything of major forces. Everyone wanted to obtain the throne legitimately by owning her. Since then, Empress Xiao has also unlocked a title-six emperors play.

Guo Jia chewed the hazelnut candy in his mouth and said:

"Your father was deceived, but he has been getting close to them recently. You should go back and tell them, otherwise it will not look good if they really invite Old Yang to the Secret Bureau one day."

Yang Xiu understood at once:

"I will go home to visit my mother later... Mr. Fengxiao, if those people really propose to Zhen, will you blame me?"

Before Guo Jia spoke, Liu Xie said:

"Mr. Zhen didn't know about Zhen's existence at all, and no one told him about it. For us, it doesn't matter whether Zhen is the fifth master's wife or not, and it doesn't matter whether Mr. Zhen will accept Zhen. The important thing is to give Zhen the choice of Mr. power. Before she comes of age, anyone who approaches her will be killed without mercy... As for the reason, Fengxiao, you can arrange it yourself. "

Guo Jia bowed his hands and accepted the order:

"Your Majesty, rest assured that Zhen's growth environment will not be disturbed by anyone... Sir, you don't even know her yet?"

"Grandma Nuwa arranged the third and fourth mistresses before, but found that fate had a backlash, and it was still the Lord and the Heavenly Dao who worked together to eliminate it, so this time I won't arrange it, let it go."

It's said to let it go, but Zhen's queen fate was too highly evaluated, and it would unconsciously attract people with ulterior motives. What the court has to do is to clean up these people with ulterior motives.

Liu Xie also issued a special order for this, and celebrities from all over the country were forbidden to comment on anyone, especially women, from now on. Once discovered, the three clans would be exterminated.

You open your mouth and say that it is invaluable, which may mean a lifetime of wandering for a girl.

Yang Xiu said:

"When Xuan paper is launched, the authority of the aristocratic families will be greatly reduced... Your Majesty, can we use Xuan paper to publish newspapers?"

"That's definitely not possible. The teacher said that he would find a way to introduce papermaking equipment. When the time comes, we can publish newspapers with printing equipment and seize the high ground of public opinion."

Guessing that Guo Jia still had something to report to Liu Xie, Yang Xiu took his things and left the palace and drove home, intending to give Old Yang a warning to prevent him from going astray and ruining his bright future.

After Yang Xiu left, Guo Jia took out a piece of paper from his bosom and placed it in front of Liu Xie:

"These are the people in Chang'an who have been secretly mourning Yuan Shao recently. Half of them sent their family servants to Nanpi County to visit Yuan Shao's grave, and one-third sent people to contact Yuan Shu. How do you plan to deal with it, Your Majesty?"

Liu Xie picked up the list and read it over:

"Don't worry about those who visit the grave for now, focus on those who contact Yuan Shu, and prevent these families from connecting with each other... These aristocratic families are really like cockroaches. If you strangle one batch, there will be another batch. , if the system of selecting filial and honest officials is not abolished, the right to speak in public opinion will always be controlled by them. "

After speaking, he knocked on the table again:

"Let Zhong Yao choose a Yingchuan family to crack down on, and he will decide the specific intensity as appropriate to make these families sober up. "

Guo Jia took the initiative to volunteer:

"Let's start with the Guo family. It just so happens that Guo Tu has given Yuan Shao a lot of bad ideas, and the reasons are very legitimate. "

"Okay, you and Zhong Yao can do it. "

After leaving the palace, Guo Jia lit a Liqun and said to Ma Dai:

"Let the people in the bureau prepare to receive guests. It's time to work. By the way, let the local branches investigate the comments of celebrities. If they don't shut up, we will help them shut up!"

Ma Dai has worked in the Secret Bureau for a long time, and his mind has become meticulous:

"Do we need to ruin the reputation of those celebrities?"

"Not for the time being, but if they don't cooperate with the court in the future, don't blame us for launching a public opinion war... Go back first, and start arresting people after dark."

In the real world, at twelve o'clock in the evening, the cold storage was still unloading in full swing.

In order to make the workers more motivated, Li Yu drove to the city and packed a lot of high-calorie meals from a 24-hour restaurant for everyone to have a full meal.

In the second half of the night, Zhao Feng had already figured out the process, and he said to Li Yu:

"Your Highness the Holy Son, go back and rest, I'll be here to guard, and I'll report the final data to you after everything is stored."

Li Yu thought this was okay, so he told Zhao Feng to pay attention to safety and drove back to the B&B.

He wanted to go to Guanlan Villa, but he thought that Tong Baby was already asleep at this time, and it would be inappropriate to disturb her, so he decided to go back to the B&B to sleep.

When he arrived at the B&B, he first walked around the yard with a flashlight to confirm that there was no problem, and then went upstairs.

As soon as he walked out of the stairwell, he heard the prompt sound of successful download from the study.

Is there anyone downloading something at this time?

Li Yu walked into the study and saw Yun Xiao sitting at the computer desk, downloading the installation package of a stand-alone game.

He walked over, poured a cup of cold tea from the teapot and drank it all:

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

Yun Xiao stood up and said:

"Big Brother wants to change a batch of new games... The tea is cold, right? I'll make you a pot of new tea, don't drink it to upset your stomach."

"No, I'm going to rest. Drinking too much tea will make you unable to sleep."

He hugged Yun Baobao and kissed him, and asked curiously:

"Aren't there a lot of those games? Are you tired of playing them now?"

"Big Brother has been using divine power to play games. He is at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm. The frame rate of his eyes can reach hundreds of thousands. When he uses divine power to play games, it's all slow motion."

Good guy, he is directly cheating. What's the point of playing this?

Li Yu was about to complain when he suddenly thought of a game that might be a good challenge for Xuan Du:

"There is a game called "Blood Battle on Shanghai Beach". It is said that 99% of the masters cannot pass the last level. Let my elder brother play it and give it a try."

"Okay, I'll download it now."

Li Yu was busy in the middle of the night and was frozen in the cold storage for several hours. He felt sleepy at this moment. He kissed Yun Xiao goodbye and went back to his room to rest.

Tomorrow he had to go to Handan to see the paper mill. He had to drive for an hour, so he couldn't rest enough.

After he left, Yun Xiao smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes and muttered with a smile:

"My husband is so bad. His hands are not honest at all."

After downloading the game installation package, she turned off the computer, went back to her room to change clothes, took the mobile hard drive and left the real world and returned to Chaoge City.

As soon as she appeared, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother flew over:

"Sister, did you meet His Royal Highness the Son of God again?"

Yun Xiao nodded:

"How do you know?"

"I see that you look rosy, you must have come here after being intimate with His Royal Highness the Son of God, am I right?"

Yun Xiao shook his head:

"He was unloading goods in the cold storage, just came back, kissed me and went back to sleep, and has to go to the next city to dismantle a paper mill tomorrow, so he has to rest early."

The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother was stunned for a moment:

"His Royal Highness the Son of God actually has to work in person?"

In her cognition, His Royal Highness the Son of God should be high and mighty, serious and serious, and he could just give orders to do anything, or he could simply give no orders, and his subordinates would know what to do with just a glance.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Son of God actually unloaded goods and worked as a dismantling worker, which completely broke her fantasy of the noble Son of God.

Yunxiao said:

"He is just a mortal. He does what ordinary people do. Even if he becomes the son of the Saint Wa, he still has the mentality of an ordinary person. The only change is that he no longer worries about money and does not need to cook noodles to fill his stomach."

The Holy Mother of Guiling had a new understanding of Li Yu:

"It seems that my book needs to be revised again. Senior sister, you continue to be busy. I will go back to write!"

After that, the Holy Mother of Guiling quickly flew back home to revise her masterpiece.

Yunxiao came to the Internet cafe, plugged the mobile hard disk into the server, and began to copy the game installation package. At this time, she found that the No. 1 camera that originally belonged to the Master Xuandu had been replaced by the eldest brother Zhao Gongming at some point. At this time, he was eating melon seeds while watching the large-scale historical series "The Emperor Wu of Han".

Yunxiao asked:

"Brother, where is the eldest brother?"

"He went to the temple of the goddess. By the way, the goddess asked you to go there too. There must be something."

When Yunxiao heard this, his body flashed and he appeared outside the gate of the Nuwa Temple in the city.

She stepped in and found that Master Xuandu and Zishou were both there, sitting cross-legged on the cushions without saying anything.

Yunxiao found a cushion and just sat cross-legged when the voice of the empress sounded in her mind:

"Hold your breath and empty your mind. I will implant a memory in you. It will automatically open when you encounter a specific scene. There are some ways to deal with things in it."

Yunxiao was a little surprised:

"Mom, what are you going to do?"

"Make some small arrangements for the future. You don't need to care. When you leave the temple, you will forget this conversation until something happens."

Yunxiao looked at Master Xuandu and Zishou:

"Is it the same for Senior Brother and His Majesty Zishou?"

"Yes, they also have some arrangements... Empty your mind, I will put the memory deep in your sea of ​​consciousness, so that the Heavenly Dao will not notice it."

"Okay!"

Yunxiao obediently closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and let the Queen's divine power enter the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the Wa Palace, the Queen casually glanced at Yunxiao's memory and was immediately happy:

"Wow, we just kissed goodbye, my stinky son is really a thief who steals hearts, and even the heart of the quasi-saint has been won..."

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